Page 92 of Undying
Though the separation lasts only a second, it feels like an eternity. The instant his fangs plunge into my neck, he drops me down, spearing me on his cock with a single thrust that steals my breath from my lungs. The intrusion is almost painful, the stretch making me squirm, which only sends him plunging deeper.
With each pull of his mouth on my neck, I rock against him. That’s all the encouragement he needs. He begins thrusting into me with sure, strong strokes, but it’s not near enough, and a whimper crawls up the back of my throat.
As if understanding my unspoken plea, his hands clamp down on my waist, and he plunges into me almost violently. I tighten my arms around his shoulders, loving the sensation of him thrusting so deep that I can feel him in my soul.
The connection between us snaps into place, and I clench around him hard, my orgasm so strong that my vision darkens. Milo doesn’t stop, his rhythm strong and steady as he reaches between us. I barely come down from my release before he brushes against my clit. It only takes three more strokes, then I’m catapulted to the stars.
My pussy tightens around him so hard that he grunts. His cock jerks inside me as he takes his own release, which only stretches out mine even longer. By the time I come down from the high, I slump against him, struggling to catch my breath.
Milo stirs first, and I groan in protest, my grip tightening around him, not ready to let him go. He grunts, then clutches his chest, and my throat instantly tightens in worry. “What’s wrong?”
When he lifts his head, the most beautiful smile lights up his face. My anxiety instantly eases, and I can’t help but smile back at him. He grabs my hand, placing it right over his chest, and covers it with his own.
It takes a moment to comprehend what I’m feeling. My eyes snap up to meet his gaze, and I’m afraid to speak above a whisper, afraid to hope and be wrong. “You have a heartbeat.”
His giddy expression turns adoring as he gazes down at me. “It’s because of you—you brought me back to life, and I don’t know how I can ever thank you.”
Warmth fills my chest at his joy, and I nuzzle him close, giving him a cheeky grin. “I know one way you can thank me.”
A rumble comes from his chest, his grip tightening around me, and his cock hardens once more. I squirm at the unusual sensation, loving the feeling of him stretching me, and he gives me a naughty grin. “Your wish is my command.”
A blush heats my cheeks at the wicked glint in his green eyes. He boldly cups my ass, then turns me toward the shower once more. “Why don’t we get ready for supper, myreina? I’ll help you get clean.”
My core clenches down on his cock at his suggestive tone, and I shiver, loving my visceral response to him. Feeling more than a little giddy, I duck my head and press my face into the crook of his shoulder to hide my pleased smile, then I kiss his neck. “I would like that very much.”
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TOBIAS
Supper should be ready in just a few minutes, and I wait impatiently at the bottom of the stairs for my mate to appear. I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face while thinking about her. I’d given up hope of finding her a long time ago, but now she’s here.
Just picturing her leaves me giddy.
I’ve already changed, deciding to dress up a little to impress my mate, fidgeting in my faded black jeans and formfitting black shirt that feels like it’s trying to strangle my arms and shoulders. One accidental flex, and it’s going to burst at the seams. I roll my sleeves up to my elbows, then catch my reflection in a mirror in the entranceway and decide to undo one more button of my shirt. With a satisfied nod, I shake my hair over my shoulders and run a hand down my shirt to smooth out the wrinkles, surprisingly nervous to see my little kitten again.
If I didn’t know that she was with Milo, I would be up the stairs and in her room right now, the urge to be near her almost impossible to resist. My wolf is as clingy as a pup, not wanting to let Jolie out of his sight, and I don’t blame him. It’s a struggle not to seek her out.
I touch the mating bond in my chest, a golden cord that connects me with her, reassured when I sense her presence in the house. If I concentrate, I swear that I can almost feel her emotions, and my cock hardens instantly when a wave of lust bleeds through. I growl against the need to charge up the stairs and join them, but I restrain myself.
Barely.
I reach down and adjust my cock, squeezing the base tightly to keep from coming in my pants. Knowing Milo is taking care of our girl has me wanting to join them, even if just to watch her take her pleasure. I’ve never been much into voyeurism, but something about seeing her being taken care of by one of her mates does it for me.
I shake those thoughts away before my instincts take over and I can’t stop myself from pounding up the stairs to join them. Never in my wildest imagination did I ever think I would be sharing a mate with another wolf, much less a vampire. I wait for a burst of jealousy at the thought of anyone else touching her, brace for my wolf to turn feral, but my beast doesn’t even stir.
Maybe it’s because we both know that she needs more than one mate to keep her safe and well-fed. I shiver at the thought of her fangs in my neck again. Each time she drinks me down, my cock throbs like it can feel her lips wrapped around it, and I mentally curse myself for even thinking it, especially when I just got it to deflate slightly.
Castle strolls toward me from the back of the mansion, his pace casual, but I don’t miss that he had the same idea as me and decided to dress up. The big man has on gray slacks and a black shirt that makes his white hair stand out even more, and I grumble a little, annoyed that he cleans up so well.
The fucker.
While I want to be jealous, I’m actually relieved to have him as a packmate. The man is good mating material and can handle himself in any battle. If anything happens to me, I know he would take good care of our mate and cherish her the way she deserves.
We both give a casual nod to each other, then wait for our mate.
It doesn’t take more than a minute before soft footfalls come from the top of the stairs. We both snap to attention and turn at the same time. My breath hitches when I catch sight of my mate. A gorgeous blush fills her cheeks, and I lick my lips at the well fucked look on her face, practically able to taste her lust on the air.
Milo shuffles closer toward Jolie, tension lining his frame, as if we might try to take her away from him.
