This was our last time as vampire andErosita.
As beast and mate.
Oh, she’d still be mine after this. But everything would change, too.In the best way possible, I mused, my mouth practically salivating for our future.
Biting her as a vampire would be so fucking sweet.
Because she could bite me right back.
Fuck, those delicious fangs were going to sink into my godsdamn cock while I exploded down her throat. That would be my first request.
Well, perhaps my second.
Because feasting on her pussy would always be my favorite way to enjoy her.
Your thoughts are going to make me come,Ismerelda moaned through our bond, her need a beacon to my senses.
Are you touching yourself, sweet swan?
Yes,she whispered, her response making me growl.
BecauseIwanted to touch her. Lick her.Fuckher.
You’re supposed to be running,I reminded her.
I am,she promised, the sound of her pants confirming she’d told the truth. Because I could hear her now, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor, her fragrance an invitation in her wake.
I didn’t run after her.
I walked.
No, Istalked.
This was a game, one meant to escalate our need, and my throbbing dick proved it was working.
There would be no foreplay when I found her. Just a brutaltaking.
She picked up speed, her heart rate singing in the silent catacombs. My lips curled as I paused, my back pressing up against a nearby wall as I waited.
Lost, little one?I whispered into her mind.
N-no,she stammered.I…Fear was taking hold of her, the emotion adding an intoxicating flavor to our game. She wasn’t truly afraid, just anticipating being caught.
And she wanted to prolong it.
But she’d lost her way, the catacombs a maze of tombs and limestone chaos.
I closed my eyes, her natural perfume swirling around me as she ran, her steps taking her closer rather than farther away.
Poor, sweet swan,I taunted.Lost in the lion’s den…
I leapt forward to catch her, only to have her strike me across the face with her nails. “Then it’s a good thing I’m a fuckinglioness,” she returned before jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist.
Her mouth claimed mine before I could even begin to react, her twist of events unexpected and absolutely accepted.
Becausefuck, this woman was the perfect mate. And I told her as such as I possessed her mouth with my tongue.
She clung to me as I phased us through the catacombs, my mind set on a single destination. One I’d created specifically for her.
