Page 38 of Fated to the Fang

"Figures."

Our mouths reach ear to ear as my last word leaves. His look changes into admiration, and mine changes into wanting.

He steps between my knees, slow, staring into my soul as he moves. He lifts one hand and holds my cheek like I'm fragile. His skin is cool. It always is. I feel it even more now that I'm aware of his vampirism.

"Can I?" he asks.

I nod. He kisses me softly, and the restraint in him is loud around us. It isn't hesitation. It's him knowing I'm human and he could harm me if he fully lets go. He wants me to feel the strain of it in the steadiness of his hands, in the stillness that isn't calm but leashed. His lips are plump against mine, calmly moving, our tongues collide and caress each others. My arms wrap around his neck, and my breasts lean into him. I move one hand to his shirt unbuttoning each one with a tease.

I move my tongue to his neck and nibble a little, amused that he could just drain me of blood, but horny enough that I don't care. I feel him give a little with a small groan and his fingers thread through my hair. I glance up to see his teeth slightly showing, but I don't scare. I touch his lip and he gazes down to me. His eyes are so striking that the color seems to run through the white.

Something rushes through me that is unexplainable, it seems to happen to him too. I swear there are bright speckles of light around us, but our eyes are fixed until he can't wait any longer.

He grabs my waist and pulls me toward him. His cock already bulging through his pants. I feel the pulse in my pussy that is stronger than before. His thumb traces the line of my jaw, deliberate, and he kisses me deeper. This time I feel the quiet hunger of him. The strength in him. It doesn't hurt. I want more. I want the predator in him to take me.

He slides a hand to the bottom of my top, and lifts it. Freeing my breasts into the cold air. My nipples immediately turn hard. He cups one breast and puts his tongue around my nipple, licking, and sucking. I brace a hand behind me, slightly arching as he does. A moan leaves me. His other hand slides between my thighs, and he caresses them making the wetness become visible.

Stopping, he puts both hands under my knees and draws me to the edge of the island. I undo his trousers and allow his cock free. Placing my hand around the thickness. Squeezing and pulling back and forth just once before he stops me. He kneels down, grabbing my ass cheeks, and his mouth finds my clitoris. He teases it, and I move with him. Each stroke makes me gasp. I shudder and grab his head, pushing him. I'm close.

His long cold fingers enter me, and I moan. The heat rushes through me. The shudder gets worse, and the wetness is loud. I tip my head back as I squirt into his mouth and vocally let him know I am. My hips thrust upward and he holds me in place. My muscles relax and he rises to me. A grin across his face.

I kiss him, tasting myself in his saliva. I guide his cock into me, and his arm bands my lower back, drawing me flush, cool and unyielding. My pussy parts as he enters, and we groan in unison. I arch into him, and he thrusts deeper each time.

Everything falls away that we've been dealing with. I don't go quiet. "I want harder. Take me Dorian. Take me."

He pulls out and takes me off the island, bending me over. Quickly thrusting his cock back inside, he puts his fingers through my hair, and tugs my head back. It's deeper now, deep as it can go. My mouth is wide, and the sounds are louder.

He murmurs, "Ave. Mmmm. Ave."

It undoes me, and I scream in pleasure. He doesn't stop. He's not ready. I've come again and his hand instantly finds my clit again. Flicking the sensitivity, he's not finished with me yet. The contradiction of him trying not hurt me but able to give me this spectacular sex is the most powerful thing I've ever felt.

I have been here before with him, but it was never this. The other time was heat with a lie folded inside it. This is heat with nothing folded anywhere. No secret under his stillness. No part of him I'm pretending. He is exactly what he is.

I reach back and grab his hip. He leans down and kisses my neck, my head still pulled back. "I'm going to come again."

"Yes, do."

As my body trembles for a third time, my legs crumble slightly. I can no longer feel them. He holds me up as he thrusts to the deepest I've ever felt, and my moan doesn't feel human. His cock explodes inside me, his come traveling through me and I see speckles of light as my whole body erupts.

My legs give way and we both drop to the floor. I lay on top of him with my forehead against his collarbone. My breath fast, but slowing in segments. I'm shaken, yet feel rearranged. Closer to him than anyone could ever measure.

"That is a little bit of the bond," He says.

I don't speak. I'm in the midst of seeing all there is to see. Our future. Our love. Our dreams coming to life. The mate bond isn't as scary as I thought it may be. This is the beginning of something I won't let go of.

24

DORIAN

We retreated to my room after our spectacular evening, and I wake to the sound of her feet below—bare feet on marble that I've not heard in hundreds of years.

I head down and find her moving through my house in an oversized shirt taken from my closet, the sleeves swallowing her hands. She stands at a tall window and watches the tide hit the rocks. She belongs here. My sanctuary. In my life.

The bond pulls at me, a tide of its own. Urging me to touch her once more. Instead, I admire her from afar while leaning against a pillar in the lounge.

"You're staring," she says, surprising me that she knows I'm present.

"I'm confirming you're real."