Page 50 of Undying
My heart thumps loudly in my chest at his wild claim, almost like it approves. After so long without a steady heartbeat, the sensation is a little unsettling.
Like he’s bringing me back to life.
I peel my hands off him, terrified to go back to living again.
I don’t want to feel that pain or fear anymore.
I don’t want to go back to being weak and powerless.
I don’t want to go back to being human.
My heart squeezes painfully in my chest, like it’s dying again, the pain even more excruciating than the first time. The heat in my body turns into an inferno, crackling painfully as it slowly spreads through every inch of me. After being frozen for so long, the fever leaves my bones feeling brittle.
Castle growls, then grabs my hand and places it on his chest, forcing my palm flat. The pain immediately eases, and his growl almost turns into a purr.
And my heartbeat resumes.
Light.
Slow but steady.
And the heat turns into something even more dangerous—lust.
I trail my hand up his neck and cup his jaw. At my touch, his beast recedes, the savageness in his eyes replaced by a different kind of wildness. With a guttural groan, he claims my lips with his own. I expect to be ravaged, brace myself for his mouth to take and demand everything.
Instead, his lips are soft, almost drugging, slowly stealing my soul with each little nibble. He cradles my face with one hand, like I’m something precious, holding me still while he plunders and learns the flavor of my mouth.
Needing more, I wrap my legs around his hips, humming when I feel his cock brush against my core. His hips rock forward, a growl rumbling in his chest, and my nipples harden painfully at the sound. I arch against him, needing more friction, and he obliges, finding a rhythm that has me panting.
His other hand skims down my shoulders, hesitating briefly at the edge of my towel, as if asking for permission. He’s a centuries-old Viking, no doubt having plundered and pillaged hundreds of women, but he takes his time to learn my body like I’m a treasure to be worshiped.
Like I’m the only one who matters.
Desperate to feel alive again, craving his touch almost like a compulsion, I reach down and flip open the towel in invitation.
Another rumble escapes his chest when his eyes drop to my breasts. He licks his lips, a wicked glint entering his eyes. Without looking away from me, he slowly lowers his head, rubbing the rough stubble of his beard against my delicate flesh. The combination of pleasure and pain has my skin extra sensitive, and I arch up toward him, silently begging him to take pity on me.
He doesn’t even hesitate, sucking my breast into his mouth and flicking my nipple with his tongue, dragging another moan from me. I thread my fingers into his dirty white hair, pulling him tight against me, urging him to take more. The long, wavy strands of his hair tangle around my hands, as if begging me to play, and I tighten my grip as I rub against him.
Then suck in a sharp breath.
With no towel between us, I can feel his heavy cock press against my folds, the silken heat of him almost hot against my core. A rumble fills his chest when my juices coat his erection until every inch of him is slick.
With one last sharp nip to my breast, he releases the overly sensitive flesh. His nostrils flair as my lust perfumes the air, then his hand skims down my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath at the tingly touch, but he doesn’t even hesitate to dive between my legs. His fingers brush lightly against my clit, and my whole body jolts, lighting up with such pleasure that my lungs stall.
When he pulls back his hips, I nearly whimper, only for him to thrust three fingers into me at once, sinking them as deep as he can go. He curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision go white.
He drags his hand away, leaving me feeling empty and aching, and my eyes snap wide. I open my mouth to protest, glaring at him, only to watch in complete fascination as he lifts his glistening fingers to his mouth. I’m unable to look away as he licks them clean, then sucks them into his mouth to get every last drop, and damn if my clit doesn’t throb.
At my taste, a growl of hunger fills his chest, then a shimmer takes over his eyes, as if his wolf is battling him for dominance. He’s almost rough as he pushes my legs wide, and I don’t fight him as he peers down at me spread out before him.
He licks his lips, his fangs flashing, and he appears like he’s seconds away from devouring me whole. A smart person would scramble away in fear. Apparently, when I was turned, my self-preservation instincts got twisted, because my core clenches in desire.
He reaches up and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. The lust in his eyes is only slightly tempered, and the intensity has me quivering. “You’re mine. Mine to claim. Mine to protect. If you don’t want that, say so now. This is your only chance to escape.”
Mine?
Escape?
