Page 34 of The Love Bitten Series: Vol 2

He skimmed his hands up my inner thighs, goose bumps following in the wake of his touch. When his thumbs teased at the gusset of my lace panties, I shuddered in need. Then he made good on his promise, wrapping the silky material of my negligee in his fists to rip it from my body. “So fucking beautiful. And mine. Only ever mine.”

“And you’re mine,” I whispered, feeling just as territorial as he was.

He smirked at me and nodded. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”

Feeling bold, I widened my legs farther and urged, “Then take me and complete the bond. I need you.”

His nostrils flared, and his cheeks darkened as his control snapped. “Oh, I’m going to take you all right.”

He slid his hands under my butt and yanked my panties down my legs. Since he hadn’t included a bra with my lingerie, I was completely naked. A split second later, he took full advantage of my state, bending low to suck on one of my nipples. I arched my back, pressing my breast deeper into his mouth. When I stroked one of my hands through his hair to cup the back of his head, he released my nipple with a pop and growled, “No, sweetheart. I’m in control. Not you.”

His commanding tone sent a sensual thrill up my spine. I dropped my hands to my side, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Gripping my wrists, he lifted my arms above my head and ordered, “Keep them up here.”

“Okay,” I agreed as I dug my fingers into a pillow in the hope that it would help me remember not to move my arms. He rewarded me for my quick compliance by licking my other nipple as he kneaded my breasts. I felt each tug of his mouth deep in my core and was getting more turned on by the second.

I was already nearing an orgasm when he moved lower, his tongue flicking over my belly button before he hiked my thighs over his shoulders. “Mmm, you’re drenched. I love how responsive you are for me, sweetheart.”

His breath was hot on my pussy, and I wanted his mouth on me so badly. But no matter how much I squirmed and pleaded, he took his time toying with me. Testing if I could keep my hands off his gorgeous body while he drove me higher and higher without letting me come.

“Please, Jareth. I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Then come for me while I devour you. Over and over again,” he murmured against my damp flesh before plunging his tongue inside my channel while his finger circled my clit. Stars exploded behind my eyes as my body was swamped by pleasure. When I came down from my orgasm, he built me right back up, working two fingers into my tightness. My next release was even bigger, and so was the one after that. I could barely see straight when he finally lowered his body on top of mine, and the crown of his dick nudged my entrance. “I’m the luckiest man in the world, having you all to myself. I’m the only one who’ll ever get to feel the perfection of your pussy clenched around my cock.”

He pushed inside with one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. “Oh, yes.”

Jareth set a hard and fast pace right off the bat, fucking in and out of me like he was trying to hammer me into the mattress. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around the walls, along with his grunts of exertion and my mewls of pleasure. I took everything he had to give me, but I desperately wanted to hold him. “Can I move my arms?”

“Not yet.” He bent my legs at the knees and pushed them to my chest, going deeper as he continued to power into me. “Oh, fuck, yeah. So damn good.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

He circled his hips. “Just a little bit longer, sweetheart. You can do it for me.”

I clenched the pillow so hard, I was surprised I didn’t rip it open. I continued to hold on even as my body began to tremble. When my pussy started to ripple around his hard length, and I felt the first splash of his seed against my inner walls, he finally rasped, “Now, sweetheart. Wrap your arms around me and hold on while I fill you with my come and finally claim you as mine forever.”

Releasing the pillow, I did as he instructed and just in the nick of time. As my arms circled his neck, he twisted my head to the side and sank his fangs into my birthmark. His bite triggered another, bigger orgasm. The pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Power surged through my veins, bringing pain in its wake. Jareth was my anchor in a sea of sensation, the only thing that made sense as my body made the transition to immortal. And when the process was over, and the pain was gone, he rode me through another orgasm.

As the pleasure waned, he cupped the back of my head and pressed my mouth to his chest. “Drink from me, sweetheart. Seal our bond for eternity.”

I had assumed the taking of his blood would be something I’d have to force myself to do, but there was no hesitation as I parted my lips and sank my newly formed fangs into his flesh. My need to taste him was overwhelming, and I found his spicy taste to be delicious. After I drank my fill, I licked the wound to seal it—as he always did with mine. As I tilted my head back, our gazes met, and the bond snapped fully into place, triggering another orgasm for both of us. My pussy clamped down hard, his come filling it to overflowing until our mixed releases spilled down my thighs.

“Whoa,” I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut as I reveled in the strength of our bond. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. Even after everything you told me about the claiming, I didn’t expect it to be so...so....”

“Overwhelming.”

I wasn’t surprised that he was able to finish my sentence. All our mental barriers had dropped, and we were totally open to each other. I had a front-row seat to all his thoughts and emotions, and quickly confirmed what I’d already known—I was the center of Jareth’s word. Just like he was mine.

EPILOGUE

JARETH

Amaia said goodbye and left the exam room with Liam right on her heels. They’d stopped in after their appointment with the OBGYN. We used the same doctor, and our appointment had ended up being right after theirs on the doctor’s schedule.

Narkissa sighed, and I frowned when I saw the frustrated expression on her face. I laced my fingers through hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is your back hurting? Your feet? Do you need to go to the bathroom or throw up?”

She giggled and patted my hand. “I’m fine. I promise to let you know if any of those things come up.” I smiled and kissed her knuckles before resting our joined hands on the table by her side. I knew I hovered too much and could be a bit of a “worry wart,” as she called me. But she never got mad about it or asked me to stop. She said she loved that I was so invested in the pregnancy and cared for her so much that I was always intent on seeing her as happy and comfortable as possible.

The doctor came in before I could drag out whatever was bothering her.

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