Page 108 of Sight of Fate

Her demanding tone makes me chuckle. “Holding my cock hostage isn’t going to get you the answers you want, but I’m willing to negotiate an exchange.” I lightly caress the spot on her neck where I want to sink my teeth.

She shakes her head. “The last time I gave you blood, you told me you were going to reject me.”

“That was short-sighted of me,” I murmur, yanking my glove off and sliding my hand along her clenched thighs. My fingers hit the thin cotton barrier between her legs and rip it off. I drag them through her wet, swollen body and briefly close my eyes at the proof of her need. Pressing the heel of my palm against her clit, I plunge two fingers into her. “Have you been like this all day?”

She winces. “Yes.”

“What is it? Are you hurt?”

“I’m a little sore from last night,” she reveals, looking uncomfortable.

“Damn it. Why didn’t you tell me?” I admonish her, sinking to my knees. I lift her leg up and spread her wide so I can feast on her, and more importantly, heal her with my saliva.

She moans, and the sound makes me feral, having had to listen to her make those same sounds with Teague. Over and over.

Threading her fingers through my hair, she presses against my face. “I’m already close.”

So am I. “Do you want to come on my face or my cock?” I ask, my voice guttural with need.

“Cock,” she whispers as if she isn’t used to saying it.

Standing, I lift her against the wall and thrust all the way in. It’s better than I fucking imagined. Wet and tight, she fits me perfectly. I sweep her hair back from her face and drop my lips on hers, then wonder what the hell I’m doing. Kissing isn’t something I do, and yet I can already tell it’s going to be a habit.

She wraps her legs around me and grinds down, taking me deeper, and in that moment, I know I’m always going to want her.

“Mm, yes. Please. Move,” she murmurs in a string of practically incoherent words. She reaches out and places her hands on my shoulders, and I shudder, dangerously close to triggering.

Tearing my lips from hers, I grab her wrists and lift her hands above her head, then I fuck her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. Already close, it doesn’t take much before she gives a keening cry and convulses around me.

Holding her wrists with one hand, I wipe the sweat from her face and confess, “You’ve had me on the edge for days. Seeing you, smelling you, listening to your sweet little moans as you begged for release…” I slowly slip in and out, building her up again.

Her lips part. “I didn’t know you could hear us.”

“I wanted to watch,” I confess, swearing when she squirms. “Hmm, you like that idea.”

She shakes her head.

“Liar,” I whisper, thrusting hard and deep several times before resuming the excruciatingly slow pace.

Panting, she presses her heels against my back. “Faster.”

“I need your blood, ma lumière,” I murmur, skimming the side of her neck with my teeth. My body has rejected every drop I’ve tried to swallow since she gave me hers, and I’m so damn thirsty.

Her body clenches mine, and I thrust in and out a little faster.

“Will it hurt?”

“A prick.” My body swells, filling her even more. “Then nothing but waves of pleasure, more than you can imagine.”

“Why do you feel bigger?” She moans.

“Vampires swell right before we come,” I divulge.

She moves her mouth to my ear. “Yes.”

The world stops turning, and I stare down at her. “Yes, what? I need to know you understand what I’m asking.”

“Yes, you can have my blood,” she returns in a breathless voice.