Page 132 of Bleed

He frees his massive cock, my thigh quaking as he drags the broad tip of it through my wetness.

“Ready?” he rasps.

“Now,” I demand, bucking against him.

He slams into me in one brutal thrust, bottoming out with a stretch so intense my eyes roll back. It’s too much, too good, and for a second I just clamp down around him, my whole body pulsing with the force of it. Then he starts to move, my hands clutching desperately at his shoulders as I cry out in bliss.

Elliott catches my wrists and pins them above my head, holding them there with one hand against the tree trunk. The fingers of his other hand dig bruises into my hip as he hammers into me relentlessly, the coil in my belly winding tighter with every savage thrust.

I swear each time with him is better than the last. He knows exactly where to touch; exactly how to wind me up like a doll and drive me to the brink of ruin. I quickly lose track of where my own body ends and his begins, raw pleasure unfurling in my core with every drag of his thick cock through my tight channel.

“Mine,” he snarls, rutting into me like a man possessed. “My bonded.”

“Yes,” I pant, my head falling back as he fucks me even harder, my clit grinding obscenely against his pubic bone with every thrust.

He buries his face in my neck, his fangs scraping against my skin– a warning and a promise all at once. He doesn’t bite down, but I unravel all the same, my orgasm tearing through me violently. I come hard, clenching around him as I gush all over his dick. He fucks me through it, not slowing as I shudder and moan.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear. “Make me a mess, little mortal. Fucking soak me.”

I’m still coming when a guttural groan tears from his throat, hips jerking as he empties inside me. We cling to each other, trembling, fighting for breath as we ride out our climaxes before slowly coming back into ourselves.

For a few long seconds, neither of us moves. Then Elliott slowly pulls out, gently lowering me back to my feet. My knees instantly buckle, but he’s quick to catch me, supporting my weight as he tucks himself away and pulls his jeans back up one-handed.

“Fuck,” I pant, gazing up at him through my lashes. “You were holding out on me, Doc.”

He grins, and the look on his face is so damn smug I want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. “I could fuck you for days on end and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he growls.

A fresh wave of heat scorches through my veins.

Goddamn, the mouth on this man.

In the next blink, Elliott literally sweeps me off my feet, cradling me against his chest. I’m still breathless, my legs shaking, pussy throbbing with the aftershocks of being thoroughly fucked. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, then brushes my sweaty hair back from my face.

“You okay?” he rasps, annoyingly attentive as ever.

I nod weakly, wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder. “Take me home,” I whisper.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

ELLIOTT

“If I have to call every hour to confirm you’re still breathing, I will,” Taylor warns, her voice carrying faintly from the phone pressed to Beatrix’s ear.

She snorts a laugh, adjusting her grip on her phone as she sinks deeper into the nest of pillows on my bed, her legs spread wide and my head buried between them.

“I told you, I’m fine,” she says breathily, her body jerking as I lick a stripe up her seam and circle the tip of my tongue around her clit. Her hips wiggle as she tries to squirm away, but I just press my palms more firmly to her inner thighs, keeping her exactly where I want her.

“Yeah, well make sure Elliott knows James will literally rip his heart out if he hurts you again,” Taylor clucks.

I grunt against Bex’s cunt, and her hips jerk, breath catching.

“I’ll let him know,” she pants.

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Then Taylor’s suspicious voice asks, “Why do you sound weird?”

Beatrix opens her mouth to respond, but I start vibrating my tongue on her clit at inhuman speed before she can get a word out. She slaps a hand over her mouth, pinning the phone between her shoulder and ear as her back arches, eyes rolling back.