Page 107 of Caretaker

Would he hurt me with his raw, rough passion? Maybe.

And something about his uncontrollable need for me made me clench my thighs together and hope he would.

The men entered the circle then, and I caught glimpses of wild eyes and bare flesh, and flashes of quick hands that divested Angus of his clothes until finally, he was all hot skin and bulging muscle under my fingertips, my lips, my teeth.

He grasped me under my thighs and lifted me against him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, crying out as my center slid against his hard, heated flesh. I pushed my face against his throat, inhaling his irresistible, familiar, beautiful scent, a scent that couldn’t stay buried though it’d been covered with layer upon layer of horror, and before I knew I was about to, I bit him.

He groaned, his fingers hard on my thighs, and I felt the tip of his erection pushing against me, so huge, so hard, but I didn’t wonder if I could take him. I was slick and wet and pulsing with desire, with need, and what I needed was Angus inside me.

Yes, I could take him.

The other men pressed against us, and I felt their lips and hands on my body, caressing, touching, kissing, part of us, part of me.

Then Angus shoved himself into my opening, just a little, easing his way inside, stretching me, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

I bit him again.

When I did, he lost what little control he’d had and rode me to the ground. His big body forced my legs wide, painfully wide, and he shoved himself inside.

I screamed, but Clayton covered my mouth with his, swallowing my voice, devouring my ecstasy, and my body remembered what it had been like to fuck him in the cabin, when he’d been free with an incubus inside him.

Angus plunged into me, hard, and Clayton was suddenly gone and someone—Amias, of course it was Amias—plunged his teeth into the side of my neck.

And when he did, my body remembered how it’d felt to be loved by a master vampire. What it’d felt like to have every part of him inside every part of me, even though it was only his teeth in my flesh.

“Our time is coming,” Rhys whispered into my ear, into my mind, and my body seized up with the promise in his dark voice.

And Shane, oh, Shane…my heart.

He kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine, inside me as Angus was inside me, and I remembered the night in his bed when we’d given ourselves to each other.

We merged, all of us, connected in ways both physical and metaphysical, and I felt them all. But mostly, I felt Angus, filling me up with his huge hardness, his grip both punishing and loving, overwhelming me with his almost brutal need, and I was suddenly, unexpectedly coming.

My entire body climaxed, and I couldn’t breathe through the extraordinary pleasure of it, I could barely comprehend it, because it was...

It was everything. Everything.

“Alpha,”I said, or thought.

He roared and shot his seed inside me and I felt it coating my insides with heat, marking me, claiming me.

As I claimed it.

Him.

All of them.

Mine.

Mine.

I wasn’t sure where the giant was, but I sensed him out there somewhere, outside the circle, looking in, perhaps, and I felt his longing, his need to belong, to be wanted, but with the certainty that he, with his thick features and huge size, would never be.

We would see.

There was that light inside him.

There was that light.