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Damn my mother. I should have figured out Wren was my mate much earlier.
Growling, I grip a fistful of her hair and jerk her head back, that makes a delicious gasp escape her lips, until I can lower my face to hers until our noses almost touch. “I am nothing like those boys you let touch what they were unworthy of.” My voice is cold, and she shivers in my embrace but the scent of her fear is mixed with an equal amount of arousal.
The same perverse delight, the craving to lose control that struck me when I killed the troll, climbs up my spine now. I need Wren. I need her on my cock, screaming and crying and coming. She’s mine.
“Did my pursuit of revenge against your father put you in my path?” I ask before brushing my lips across the curve of her cheek, darting my tongue out to taste her freckles. “Yes. Have I used you to gain access to your father’s private network?”
She sputters, trying to demand clarification on the statement, but she cuts off into a throaty moan when I press a tingling fang into the sensitive flesh just behind her ear.
“Yes, Little Bird,” I whisper, pressing kisses against the column of her throat, teasing both of us by being so close to her pulse point. “And you did perfect for me today. You got me into Oberon’s secure network. Thanks to you, I can finally achieve my goals.”
“You’re—” I lick her racing pulse “—my—” I kiss her jaw “—perfect—” I lick her parted lips “—baby girl.”
I crush my lips against hers, giving into my vampire nature. I will consume Wren until all she knows is me.
Chapter Eighteen
WREN
Lan makes a deep, masculine sound that sends lust through me as he forces his tongue into my mouth. His arm wraps around me, pinning me to his body as if he can’t get close enough. The moment his tongue touches mine, I shiver and curl my hands into his shirt in a desperate attempt to stay upright.
Oh. Damn.
He yanks my head back, my scalp burning from his grip, as he lifts me from the floor. He’s demanding complete control and despite the last hour and everything I’ve just learned, I’m desperate to give it to him. I need to submit as much as he needs to conquer. I need the feeling of safety and certainty he gives me when I give him everything.
“Pick a word, Little Bird,” he growls against my neck, his fangs scraping my skin hard enough I’m sure there are welts. It just makes my panties wetter.
“What?” I ask stupidly, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I manage the top two before he wrenches away from me. A moment later, I’m sinking onto the edge of the bed, panting and alone, while he’s out of reach. He’s across the room, but right now he feels a hundred miles away and a whimper builds in my chest. He looks primordial, beastly, and ready to snap. His lips are kiss swollen as he leers, his eyes wild and bright. He’s breathing hard, with his hair and shirt rumpled.
I did this to him. I pushed him to the verge of losing control.
“Last time I didn’t care,” he says, his expression shuttering as he battles to regain control. That’s the opposite of what I want. I want the savage who’s killed for me. I want the vampire who made me bleed with pleasure. He closes the distance until he’s before me, and he grips my chin as I crane my neck to look up at him. “I’m a sadist, Little Bird. The type who gets off on hurting his lovers. Some sadists prefer the chase, the fear that they inspire. They don’t play with masochists.”
His thumb strokes my lower lip and I capture it, sucking it wantonly. His nostrils flare and he presses his thumb deeper into my mouth.
“I want to hurt you, Wren,” he says, his words steady but his voice is gruff. For all the control he’s recovered, he’s still battling his desire. “It’s so fucking perfect to me when you submit so completely, I can do whatever I want to this delicious, delightful body of yours. That I can hurt you, and you want the pain because you want to please me as much as I want you to submit.”
I lean back, Landon’s thumb sliding out, and meet his gaze. His words unlock something in me, something I’ve known was there but never wanted to inspect too closely. “Do whatever you want, Landon,” I tell him, my voice breathless. Unlike him, any control I had is gone. “I’ll never say no.”
His lip curls up in a smirk that sends fear skittering down my spine and arousal flooding from my veins. He runs his nose along the side of mine. “But I do so enjoy if you tell me no. I want you to. I want you to beg and plead for me to stop.” His eyes grow darker, and the air stills between us. He’s not with me anymore, haunted by something else. I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrist and his eyes refocus on me. “Pick a word. If you say it, everything stops. Because as much as I crave to hurt you, I told you the truth. You are in no danger from me.”
I consider refusing, because I told him the truth too. I’ll never want Landon to stop. Then whatever haunts him has me swallowing. I may not need the safe word, but my vampire does. The image of the vampiric Hades and Persephone statue at the galleria across the street from Demencius Antiquities flashes through my mind.
Landon is my very own Hades, my dark god of death, granting me freedom from the land of the light.
I meet his golden eyes, red beginning to edge his wide black pupils.
“Pomegranate.”
Landon’s eyes narrow, a flash of understanding brightening those golden orbs, and his hand moves from my chin to grip my cheeks. His kiss is brutal, but I match it with my own need.
He abandons the kiss to hiss in my ear, “You think you’re clever, baby girl?”
I rip at his shirt, buttons hitting the floor. I make a sound meant to be an agreement, but I’m too preoccupied with his beautiful chest. He hisses again as my palms run over his pecs, and I make sure to tease his pale nipples. His hand wraps around my throat under my jaw, shoving me to sprawl on the bed.
He yanks off his shirt with barely controlled strength and I lick my lips as I watch his long, elegant hands undo his belt. Rubbing my thighs together, I practically moan from the way his belt slides from his pants.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” Landon’s voice is strong, but the bite keeps my arousal flowing.
