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Words don’t seem like they would be enough right now, and I need to show him exactly what I’m feeling, so I stretch up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. He freezes beneath my touch, and for a second, I wonder if I pushed him too far. Thankfully, he melts against me, his lips moulding to mine as he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
This doesn’t feel like a risk, as I know deep down that we’re meant to be together, just as Zane and I are. There is no guilt inside me, because being with him is as natural as being with my vampire mate.
His lips open, allowing me to kiss him deeper, my tongue darting into his mouth and enticing a groan from him. The noise only spurs me on, and the two of us make out like horny teenagers. My hands begin to explore his body, feeling the taut muscles of his chest under his shirt.
“I was terrified if I told you that you would reject me or think I was trying to get between you and Zane,” he murmurs against my lips. “I need to have you in my life. If I couldn’t have you as a mate, then at least I could keep you close as a friend. It was a gamble telling you, because you might have turned away from me and then I would lose you completely.”
I gently pull back as he speaks, staring into the eyes of one of the kindest males I have ever met. He was willing to do all of that for me, forsaking his own happiness. I keep my hand against his chest, needing to feel him as my eyes sting. “So you were going to be unhappy and watch me with another male?”
He looks at me solemnly, his hands warm and comforting on my lower back. “If that’s what it took, yes.” He rests his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes. “Ultimately, I want you to be happy, whether that’s with me or someone else. I will do whatever I need to so I can ensure that.”
I don’t have the words to express the overwhelming sense of love and warmth I feel. Unable to express that verbally, I do the next best thing. Taking his face between my hands, I press my lips against his. This is the kiss of two new lovers getting to know each other intimately, deep and exploratory.
By some unspoken agreement, we take things slowly, not tearing off each other’s clothes but moving just as passionately. With soft, unhurried hands, we undress each other as though we have all the time in the world. My fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric back to reveal the chiselled chest beneath. His skin pebbles where I stroke my fingers along his smooth body. He removes my prison-issued jumper, brushing his fingers across my skin and making my back arch at the simple touch. Next, my loose trousers are pushed to the floor, and I’m standing in my underwear.
My hands slide down his body to his belt buckle, and I unfasten it with easy movements. Opening his trousers, I push them down and press my hand against the large bulge in his underwear, my kisses swallowing his groan.
My fangs shoot out, and I pull back quickly so I don’t hurt him, my arousal making it difficult to control my baser urges. It doesn’t help that I’m so thirsty, having not fed in a while. My eyes are drawn to the soft pulse in his neck, and I have to force myself to look away.
“Do you need to stop?” he asks me quietly, and although I can hear how much he doesn’t want to stop, I know he would if I asked him to.
Shaking my head, I meet his eyes with a crooked smile. “I don’t want to stop.”
I run my fingertips lightly along the waistband of his boxers, smiling when his cock jerks slightly beneath the fabric. Sliding them down, I reveal his thick cock, and my mouth waters. I want a taste of him. I press both palms against his chest and walk him backward until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed. With a mischievous smirk, I push him so he falls onto the mattress.
Kneeling, I move between his legs and grasp his cock with my hand, loving how the velvety hardness of him feels against my skin. I give it a couple of experimental strokes. From his moans of pleasure, I’m pretty sure he’s enjoying it. When I lift my head to confirm it, he’s watching me with pleasure-filled eyes.
Tightening my grip, I firmly stroke his cock before flicking my tongue out to taste the pearly bead of precum on the tip. I’m surprised to find that he tastes amazing, almost addictive. Shifting my grip, I press my tongue to the underside of his cock and draw a line up to the top, timing the movement with my strokes. It’s probably the closest I can get to giving him a blowjob because of my fangs. He seems to be enjoying it though. He groans, his hands twisted tightly in the sheets.
After a little while, I feel his cock twitching, and I know he’ll come soon if I don’t stop. I want to save that for when he’s sheathed deep inside me, wanting all of his cum.
“I want to take you deeper,” I tell him as I pull back, “but I’m worried I’ll hurt you.” I gesture to my fangs, which are still extended. I don’t trust my ability to control them, and the last thing I want is to bite his cock accidently.
“Emmy, it’s fine. You won’t see me complaining. That was fucking amazing. Come here.”
I straddle him, gasping as he rips my panties along the seams, the ruined fabric falling away. I lean in for a kiss just as I feel him touch my pussy with slow, languid movements as he rubs a finger around my clit, and then he slowly pushes a finger inside me. I almost jump from his lap at the intensity of the feeling, but I don’t, needing more. Somehow he knows exactly what I need, sliding a second finger in. I swear I almost black out from the sensation, rocking back and forth like an animal rutting against him.
Gripping his shoulders to steady myself, I drop my head back, my breathy gasps and moans loud in the small room. His tongue flicks against one of my nipples, making them pebble at his touch. Sucking them into his mouth, he rolls them between his lips then gently bites down.
My pleasure builds until it reaches a crescendo and crashes over me. My pussy clenches around his fingers tightly, my cry of pleasure strangled as my nails bite into his shoulders.
Once the pleasure abates, I open my eyes and find him smiling at me like he’s looking at the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Removing his fingers, he braces my hips with his hands, steadying me, even though I’m already reaching down for his cock.
“You can feed from me. I can tell you need it,” he offers lightly, his eyes flicking over my face, thinking only of me and not his own pleasure.
I consider it, and for half a second, I almost accept. I need to feed, and drinking blood while having sex makes it all the more intense, but that’s not what I want right now. Jack is my mate, and I want us to have this time together that’s not rushed because of my hunger.
“No, not today.” Shaking my head, I press my lips against his, careful not to catch him with my fangs. “I don’t want this to be about blood and feeding. This is about the two of us becoming something more.”
He smiles, his eyes glowing with understanding and something that looks a lot like love. I stroke his cock once more and lower myself onto his dick. The stretch is glorious. He’s almost too big, but I know I can take him, slowly allowing my body to adjust to his thickness.
Once he’s fully sheathed, my eyes flutter at the feeling. I’m so full. With a twist of my hips, I begin to rock against him, twinges of pleasure helping to loosen me as we rock together. His hands steady me as I bounce on his cock, allowing him to thrust up into me.
Pleasure moves through my body like a living thing, and before I know it, I’m at the precipice of an orgasm once more. Our eyes meet, and I can see he’s at the same point, both of us walking the line. When we cross it, things will never be the same again. With a deep, passionate kiss, we let ourselves fall, my orgasm tearing through me and bringing him with me. I clench on him tightly, feeling his cock pulsing within me, his cum filling me, and it only prolongs my pleasure.
A bright, glimmering connection appears in my mind, and I feel the very moment it wraps around us both, binding us together—the mate bond.
Tired, sated, and happier than I can express, I lean forward and collapse against him, his cock still within me. Pressing my face to his chest, I smile and choke out a laugh.
