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This can’t be natural.
Finn stops when his mouth is at my core and looks up at me through hooded eyes. “I’ll take the edge off here. Then I’m taking ye home to give you hours of pleasure.”
Hours? Oh, what have I done?
And here I thought my Celt was the quiet scholar. Nope. His beast was just locked down so tight I didn’t see this side of him before.
Lowering his head, he draws his tongue through the moisture at my core and another feral growl echoes in the surrounding air. The sound vibrates within me and makes my insides pulse.
I never imagined he was holding so much back.
He sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s rough but the brief sting of pain is quickly assuaged by the loving caress of a swirling tongue.
“Oh, that’s incredible.”
He repeats it twice more and my release builds inside me faster than I thought possible. With my heels dug into the ground and my fingers laced in his auburn hair I grind against his mouth, lost to the raw need of the moment.
There is only Finn and his consuming desire.
Anticipation coils inside of me.
And then his mouth is gone. I’m about to protest when two fingers spear inside me and his thumb covers my clit. I buck against the touch and when he looks up my body, I see the intention in his scarlet gaze.
“Yes, please. Do it!”
His lips pull back and I get a flash of his fangs right before he drops his head and strikes. I cry out when his incisors pierce my flesh, but the burn is soon followed by the heady endorphin rush of him drinking from my femoral artery.
The animalistic growl that tears from his chest comes straight from the darkest side of him. I feel the beast within him through our bond.
My Celt is more than a scholar, a strategist, and a sweet guide to usher me into this world. He’s very much a lethal, possessive vampire.
And I’m his.
His to protect. His to claim. His to love.
I shatter in a wave of pleasure and as my pussy pulses around his fingers, I moan his name.
I’m still riding the waves of my orgasm when he withdraws his bite from the crux of my body and shifts position.
His hips push between my thighs, and he presses his palms against the spongy ground beside my head.
“Say it again, luv.” He groans as the tip of his cock slides through the warm cream he just called from my body. “I want ye chanting my name as yer next release squeezes my cock.”
I gasp as the fullness of him impaling me in one thrust overwhelms. “You’ll have to earn it, Celt.”
His fangs are in full view as his smile transforms his beautiful face. “Oh, I’ll earn it. Wrap yer legs around me and hang on.”
And like a good girl, I do just that.
CHAPTER TWENTY
SEBASTIAN
New Orleans comes alive at night, and while the French Quarter is really the place to be, the Marigny district has its own merits. Once the streets are mostly shrouded in shadow, Rune and I waste no time in heading out from Elysian.
The sun still halos the horizon, but with the lampposts lining the way, flicking on one by one, the neighborhood breathes with a life of its own.
Laughter spills from bustling cafes, and the aroma of Cajun spices wafts from open doors.
