She’s not wrong.
I move my hand from her hip to her clit and pinch—hard. Her whole body locks up and then shatters, her walls clenching around my cock so tight I almost black out.
“You look magnificent when you cum,” I growl out, my voice slightly shaking from the way she just clenched around me like she wanted to drag my soul out with her orgasm.
I don’t give her a second to catch her breath.
I pull out and flip her onto her hands and knees. She lets out a surprised gasp, her body still trembling as her head falls forward. Her pussy is swollen, glistening, and dripping down her thighs—and I don’t hesitate.
I bury my face between her legs, tongue diving into the mess I made of her. She cries out, shuddering, fingers clawing at the dirt. She’s still coming down, twitching from the orgasm, and I’m already chasing the next.
“Malrik,” She whines out.
I sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Blood wells up fast, hot and rich, and I lap it greedily, tongue chasing every drop before it can escape.
Fuck. I forgot how good she tastes.
The copper tang floods my mouth, mingled with the sweetness of her arousal, and it nearly undoes me. My head spins, eyes fluttering shut as I drink her in like I’m starving.
“I’ve missed this,” I whisper against her. “Missed you.”
My magic screams through me, alive, devouring reason as I taste her blood, dragging it across her wet pussy, marking her, claiming her. I want it everywhere—on my hands, on my face, on my cock. I want to press my face into it while I sleep, to wake up drenched in her, so the second my eyes open, I can eat her again.
I’m obsessed, and I don’t give a shit.
I loom over her, even on my knees, shadows from the night wrapping around us. My fingers drag through the blood dripping down her thighs, coating themselves before I wrap them tight around my cock, slick from base to tip. Then I slam back inside her, hard, claiming her—her cries, her taste, her body—everything belongs to me.
My thumb drifts lower, pressing dangerously close to her tight asshole. She shudders, trembling beneath me, and I press just slightly.
“Tell me, little witch,” I murmured. “Which one of your men gets to ruin this perfect ass first?”
Her head lifts just as I press my thumb in, making her walls clench around me.
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Not you.”
I rip my thumb free and drive into her harder, a low, dark laugh tearing from my chest as her body convulsed under me. I cage her in, arms braced on either side, every inch of her mine, exactly where I wanted.
My lips graze her ear. “Oh, love… You don’t get to choose.”
I thrust again. “Sooner or later, I’ll take what’s mine and you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
She screams as I pound into her, faster, harder—driven by the madness that she brings out in me. I keep hitting that spot deep inside her, over and over, until she’s trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.
But I don’t let her. I lock her in place, one hand like a vice on her waist, and then I sink my teeth into her shoulder.
More of her blood hits my tongue. I groan against her wet skin, licking the wound like an animal worshipping its kill, and thrust even deeper, chasing that edge with single-minded need.
I’m right there—so fucking close to spilling every drop inside her. Deep enough to get her pregnant.
Shit, do I like that thought? I find it quite fascinating.
Ravena round with my child.
Nope, because that would mean another person to share her with.
I already have to share her with three other fuckers.
She tightens around me—body seizing, her orgasm ripping through her again, and that’s it. That’s the end of me.
