Page 38 of Fractured Shadows

“Oh, shadows, tell me what to do!” I yell at him as he blinks dumbly.

Shock.

He’s in shock.

“Grim, Zee, Nero, orc asshole!” I yell again.

“Will be too late,” he rasps out. “I’m weak from not feeding for a few days. Help me, please?” he begs, his eyes wide as he falls back. I feel the tremor in his body and see him losing more and more blood.

He got hurt for me. He’s dying for me.

“Tell me how,” I demand.

“Feed me,” he whispers, glancing at my throat before looking back at my face. “Give me your blood so I can heal.”

I swallow my nerves, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again and nodding. “Fine.” Leaning in, I offer him my neck. His shaky, cold hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me closer until I’m lying on him, his blood coating me. Bracken’s lips ghost across my thrumming pulse before closing around it and sucking hard, making me gasp and jerk against him. When he releases it, I feel his fangs scrape over my vein, making my pussy throb in time with it.

“Scream for me,” he whispers against my skin, and then he strikes, sinking his fangs into my neck.

I do scream, just like he commands.

ChapterNineteen

The slide of Bracken’s teeth in my skin is something I never thought would be sensual. I expected pain. Instead, pleasure courses through my body faster and higher than I thought possible. As his fangs slide into my skin and my scream slips out, I wonder how long it’ll take for him to eat enough to heal. When he begins to draw my blood along those fangs, I stop caring about anything at all except for the feel of him, which should be horrifying but instead has me crying out.

Straddling him as I am, my hair falls around us like a curtain as his hand latches onto the back of my neck and holds me still. Despite being hurt, his grip is strong on my neck, and I know I can’t pull away if he doesn’t let me. My fingers curl into his chest, and I start to grind against him in the hopes of alleviating some of the pressure from the pleasure. I throb for him as his tongue caresses along the bite, encouraging more blood to well. I don’t know how much is too much, or if I should stop him and let the others figure it out.

Fuck that. I’m not telling him to stop.

I can feel Bracken’s cock pressing against me through his clothing, and I grind against him, drawing a groan from his lips. The sound reverberates through me, making my breath catch on a whine.

“Bracken,” I rasp out, desperate for more.

His fangs retract from my skin, and he chuckles against the puncture wounds he leaves behind. “My, how prettily you shine, Goldie,” he murmurs before licking my wounds, cleaning me up, but there’s no healing or stinging sensation like I would have expected. I can still feel the holes, as if he wants me to scar. “Now you’ll wear my mark for all to see.”

My eyes are glassy when he leans back and meets my gaze. I’m still grinding against him, desperate for release, wanting to feel his cock inside me.

“Please,” I mewl, digging my nails into his chest.

His eyes flash at my request, his sharp nails trailing along my back and hips as he helps me grind against him. “You sound so pretty when you beg,” he rasps out. His claws dig in slightly on my hips. “Do it again.”

“Please,” I whisper.

He tilts his head, his sharp teeth speckled with my blood as he smiles. “Please what, Goldie?”

“Please fuck me,” I tell him.

His cock is sizable in his pants, and when I reach between us to stroke him through the material, his hips jerk against me, grinding into my swollen flesh, and I gasp. Without waiting for another cue, I pull the leather strings keeping us apart and free his erection, staring at the solid length of him. While his size isn’t the same as Grimus’, Bracken’s cock is different in other ways. His girth is wide enough that when I wrap my hand around it, my fingers don’t touch. As I stroke up the length, I find a small bump on the underside, right beneath the mushroom head.

“Be careful,” he advises with a groan, lifting his hips to thrust into my hand. “It’s sharp.”

Furrowing my brows, I press tighter against the bump and realize it’s not a bump at all.

It’s a barb.

There is a slight rough patch that feels strange at the base of his tip, and I gently flick at it, pulling it slightly away. The sharp point is a mechanism meant to keep him inside me once he finishes for however long. I won’t be able to move away, and he won’t be able to pull out.

Eyes widening at the realization, I can’t help but be even more turned on by the thought of being locked together for a short amount of time after. With the fervor of his feeding still running through my veins, I desperately try to move to take him into me. Before I can do so much as loosen my own pants, Bracken flips us, and I find myself beneath him.

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