Page 56 of Patrick’s Seduction

“Fuck, you feel good, babe,” he responded, riding her as if somebody was chasing him.

He was wild and untamed, his cock relentless in its powerful thrusts, his tempo increasing with every second, his pelvis grinding against her center of pleasure, igniting her, arousing her, pleasuring her.

She dug her claws into his butt, forcing him deeper into her, demanding he ride her harder. In his eyes, eyes that had turned golden, she saw his desire, and the lust that was driving him.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, dipping his face to hers.

She wanted to push him back, afraid she might cut his face with her canines, when she realized that her fangs had retreated and turned back into normal teeth. She touched her lips, confirming that the wolf was gone.

“How?” she asked, staring at Patrick.

Continuing to thrust in and out of her, he brushed his lips over hers. “You’re in control now.” Not giving her a chance to reply, he captured her lips and kissed her.

Patrick delved deep into Fallon’s mouth, exploring her, tasting her, relieved that her transformation into her wolf form had reversed itself, and he was now able to kiss her. Not that he wouldn’t have made love to her if it hadn’t. Damn, he loved this woman with every fiber of his being, and nothing would stop him from showing her his love and devotion, even if it killed him. He trusted her, and his trust in her had been rewarded. And his vampire blood had done what he’d hoped it would do: spike her libido to subdue the wolf eager to come out on the first night of the full moon.

His neck wound was still bleeding, but it would mend on its own soon. If she were still human, he would have bitten her and taken her blood into him, and it would have healed him almost instantly. But he had no idea what werewolf blood would do to him, so he couldn’t risk it. For now, it sufficed to make love to her and show her that he wasn’t afraid of what she had become. Just like he had to show her that she could trust him, a vampire.

Her skin was soft and hairless again, her claws had turned back into fingers, and her pussy was welcoming him with its plentiful juices that made every slide into her like being cradled in a cocoon of silk.

Despite her inner wolf having retreated for now, he could feel it under the surface, ready to reemerge at any time. The full moon tonight made her volatile and unpredictable. He should heed the warning, yet he couldn’t. Fallon was full of fire, of passion, desire, of unbridled lust, and he wanted to bathe in that passion and fulfill her every desire.

Her body molded to his with such perfection that it felt as if they were one. They moved in sync as if they’d made love to each other hundreds of times. New lovers rarely found satisfaction together so easily. But between them, it was all instinct. Their bodies understood each other without words, as if they communicated on a different level that nobody else could perceive.

With every touch, every sigh, every movement, he felt his body fill with more pleasure than he’d ever thought was possible. Fallon’s skin was glowing, and he recognized that the glow was caused by the supernatural aura that engulfed her. He’d had sex with other supernatural women before, namely with vampires, but during sex, he’d never noticed their aura, maybe because it was like his own. But Fallon’s aura was different from his. While they made love, it seemed to change, to grow warmer, changing colors from a blue tone to a golden hue.

Her eyes seemed to shimmer in the same golden hue. Fascinated, he slowed his thrusts and locked eyes with her. He wanted to say something, wanted to tell her how close he felt to her. But he had no words to share his feelings, only his body to express what was in his heart.

“I know,” she murmured, replying to him as if she knew what he wanted to say.

Before he could wonder how this was possible, he felt her interior muscles squeeze his cock, trying to imprison him inside her. A moment later, the waves of her orgasm crashed into him out of nowhere, igniting his own climax. His cock spasmed, taking on a life of its own.

A groan tumbled over his lips, and he gave himself over to the intense pleasure that washed over him. He pumped his seed into her, and for a moment he wished that seed would take root. He continued moving in and out of her, riding out the waves of his orgasm. He was still aroused as if he’d been the one drinking her blood and not the opposite. He didn’t care why he felt like this. All that mattered was that being inside of Fallon filled him with certainty about his feelings for her despite the short time they’d known each other, and the obstacles that lay in front of them. Nevertheless, he was already hers, his heart irrevocably in her hand. And he hoped soon, she would be his. He would do everything in his power to reach his goal.

“Fuck! Get her away from him!” The menacing male voice came from the door and shattered his bliss. He recognized the voice, but despite that—or maybe because of it—he jumped into protector mode and prepared himself for a fight—a physical one if necessary.

Nobody would separate him from the woman he loved. Even if that meant he had to go against everything Scanguards represented. His loyalty was to Fallon now. And that wouldn’t change.

28

In the blink of an eye, Patrick rolled off Fallon and pulled on the duvet to shield her naked body from the eyes of his colleagues: Amaury, Zane, and Wesley. Amaury and Zane rushed toward the bed, their eyes blinking red, their fangs fully extended, intent on attacking Fallon, while Wesley made only one step into the room, raising his arms in a gesture Patrick was only too familiar with.

“Wes, you cast a spell, I’ll rip your throat out!” he growled, his vision now tinted red, indicating that his own vampire side was emerging.

Wesley, Scanguards’ resident witch, had the good judgment to lower his arms and shut his mouth.

Patrick glared at Amaury and Zane. “Another step toward her, and the same happens to you too.”

Both vampires growled and flashed their fangs, but stopped a step away from the bed.

“She’ll kill you,” Zane claimed, pointing toward Patrick’s neck wound. “She’s already bitten you.”

“We came just in time,” Amaury added.

“Leave us.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Amaury hissed.

“Fallon won’t hurt me.”