“That’s it,” he grated.
One hand moved from her ass. His hard and thick fingers skimmed over her folds. He brought them to the mouth of her sex, rotated them in a circle to get them wet and slid them inside. She bucked against his hand, wanting him to go deeper. He didn’t rush, taking his time, sinking his fingers into her until he was third-knuckle deep. He knew precisely what to do, turning his wrist slightly, rubbing her vaginal walls. She shuddered when he hit her G-spot, parting her lips to take a deep breath. The tip of her fang caught the lower one as she did, breaking the skin.
Trey stilled and his head darted up.
She shuddered, frustrated that he’d stopped—until she realized why.
He stared at her mouth, focusing on where she’d injured herself. Her fangs weren’t as large as a shifter’s but they were still noticeable and different. She froze, mortified as she stepped back in time. At first—before he’d known what she was—Trey’d wanted her. He’d been so hard she could feel his cock trapped between their bodies, the enormous length substantial and damn impressive. She’d imagined riding him hard and easing the ache deep inside her. But that lust and desire had vanished the moment he’d put two and two together. He’d been repulsed and disgusted by her nature, staring at her like she’d grown a second head. What should have been beautiful quickly turned to scattered ash.
She could still hear the words he snarled in outrage and disbelief.
A goddamn vampire.
“Don’t.” His gruff voice brought her back to the present. “The shit you’re thinking about doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Not anymore.” He thrust his fingers inside her, fucking her steadily with his hand. “You’re mine, baby. I warned you. I’m going to put my mark on you for the entire fucking world to see.”
She could have argued or told him to go to hell but her body’s reaction overcame her doubt. She’d been twisted as tight as a corded rope, one more turn and she’d break and unwind. After all she’d been through, she deserved this small consolation. Maybe it was stupid to believe him but she wasn’t going anywhere.
Not when she was so close.
Not when she wanted this so badly.
A little more… Just a little more…
His fingers returned to her G-spot, his touch hard and determined. She rode his hand, swept into the fire building in her stomach. Heat spread through her abdomen, a tendril of electricity venturing to her pussy. He bent his head, bringing his mouth to her slit. Then he trapped her clit between his lips—his tongue hard, warm and wet—and sucked. The suction against the bundle of nerves pushed her over the precipice. The world vanished, becoming a huge blur of white.
Yes.
She slammed her eyes closed, throwing her head back.
Spasms racked her body, her muscles flexing as she came. Euphoria and elation scorched her from the inside out, each flick of his tongue its own brand of fire. He kept sucking her clit, tapping the tip of his tongue over the delicate nub. His hand pumped, his fingers forcing her pussy to part and make room for their invasion. She held on to the sensations, riding out each wave, never wanting them to end. He didn’t stop until the last ripple of pleasure had passed, leaving her a gasping, shivering mess on the bed.
His fingers slid from her pussy and she detested the loss, craving his nearness.
He rose, yanking his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed, displaying hard lines and smooth planes from his shoulders to his waist. She forced her body to function, shaking off the warm fog of climax enveloping her. She sat up and reached for his jeans, admiring the muscles that flexed between the V of his hips.
He’d had his taste. It was time for hers.
His fingers wrapped around her wrists, stopping her short of her goal. She gazed up at him, confused by the interruption. Removing his shirt had mussed his hair, the strands darting in all directions. Even so, he’d never looked more irresistible. He licked his lips, his irises a bright shade of amber.
“Not this time. I want you so bad I’ll lose it before we’ve started.”
He let her go and went for the buttons holding his pants in place. At the same time he toed off his shoes and kicked them aside. Her breath caught as he revealed himself. She could see how defined he was, able to distinguish each set of muscles from the next. He was absolute perfection from his head down to his feet. Before she could enjoy the visual, he bent to remove his jeans. She gritted her teeth, willing her bloodlust to settle, waiting for him to stand tall and proud before her.
The pants hit the floor and he righted himself.
She’d seen him before but she wasn’t prepared for how stunning he was. His fully engorged cock strained toward his bellybutton, the thick, mushroom head a darker hue than the stalk. She’d been with her fair share of men but none of them compared.
Not to Trey Veznor.
He wrapped his fingers under the tip of his cock and squeezed. A glistening bead of pre-cum appeared in the slit. She wanted to lean forward and lick it away, teasing the hard, supple skin with flicks of her tongue. His thickness and length would be impossible to cover with her mouth, meaning she’d have to use her hands. The image of doing just that sent a tremor through her. She’d give him pleasure, swallowing every drop of his seed as he came. Then she’d send him over the edge a second time, sinking her fangs into the vein in his thigh.
“Give yourself to me, Sadie.” A measure of desperation accompanied the request. “Lie back, open those pretty thighs and take me.”
Apprehension struck, coiling its way to her heart.
She wanted to give him what he wanted—she yearned for it, in fact.
But fear clawed its way into her mind, a harsh remembrance of what had happened when she allowed herself to jump headfirst into something without weighing the consequences beforehand. He was the only one who could provide the blood she needed to survive, so he’d always own that part of her. But there was one thing she could control, no matter how small it seemed.
“Your mark won’t scar,” she confessed, telling him the truth. Unless she used a spell to allow it, he could bite her all he wanted and it would never matter. “You’re not the one who makes that decision.”
“It’ll stay,” he growled, releasing his cock. The swollen length bobbed toward his stomach, the heavy shaft upright and stiff as he leaned over her. “Do you know why?”
She shook her head, resting back on her elbows, shivering as he kneed her legs apart. His eyes were practically glowing, his lips drawn back just enough she could see his canines lengthen. She felt his wolf then, sensed the energy Trey put off. Something had changed, a shift she might not be able to see but could feel. The creature inside the man was even more threatening and powerful. It didn’t merely want her, it needed her.
And it was about to do whatever it took to possess her.
“You haven’t fully experienced the bond between us, baby. But you’re about to. You’ll see that no matter what you say—whether my mark stays on your skin or not—you belong to one man.”
He reached down, guiding his cock to her cleft. He slid the tip through her wet folds, running it up and down. On the final pass he rested the tip against her pussy. Even as wet as she was, he had to work his way inside. She inhaled sharply as the wide head penetrated her. He released the base and lifted his head.
Oh shit.
Before she’d sensed the wolf. Now it stared at her through Trey’s eyes.
She’d pushed the animal, even if she hadn’t meant to.
Placing an arm beneath her, he shifted his weight and lifted her onto the mattress. The instant her back hit the bed he thrust, parting her like a breeze, the unyielding length of him spearing inside her in one swift motion. His sac hit her ass, her pussy aching as it stretched to accept him.