Vic would be so proud of my progress.
It solidified my faith in this growing relationship between us, and I couldn’t help but love that I seemed to become a better version of myself the more I was around Drake. Isn’t that what we all should strive for? Finding someone who pushes you to be the best version of you.
He deserved a reward.
Offering him a smirk of my own, I sassed, “Name it.”
Chapter4
DRAKE
“Name it,” she sassed, placing her hand on her slender waist and cocking her hip to the side.
I wanted to fuck her perfect, pouty lips so damn bad. I needed her choking on my cock until she was unable to sass me anymore. While I always wanted myComoarato cum before me, multiple times even, she made her needs so fucking blatant in these moments. She was testing my willpower, and I wouldn’t let her get to me so easily. She wasn’t the one in charge between us, despite my desire to cater to her every whim and cherish her.
If I wanted to feast on her wet cunt right now, the very one that was teasing my nose with the scent of her arousal, then I would.
If I wanted to fling the castle doors open and fuck her in the entryway so that her cries of pleasure echoed through Sanguis from the mountain we were on, I would.
Earlier, when I’d lapped at her pussy like a starved animal, my needs had been sated by watching her fucking explode on my tongue. I’d denied her when she tried to gain access to my cock because there was no way I’d fuck her in that emotional state, uncertain of how she actually felt for me.
But now…Now she was myComoara,and I wasn’t sure I possessed even an ounce of self-control anymore.
“Or are you too scared?” she taunted as I stared at her with my nostrils flaring and chest heaving. Need roared through me like a drug I needed my next hit of.
Trailing her hand slowly up from her wrist, she dragged the tiny strap of the dress off her shoulder before repeating the motion with the other side. Her nipples poked through the thin dress, begging for my tongue to lavish them before I used clamps on them.
I forced down the growl burbling in my throat at her goading question.
The monster inside of me wanted to bend her to my will until she broke and knew nothing past the haze of pleasure we could bring her. It wanted to see her bleed for us. Ever since seeing Lincoln marked with her blood as she protected him from us, we wanted to drown in her life force. Her blood was mine.
My arms shook as my fingers dug into the comforter, struggling to keep those urges at bay. No one knew that the side of me that was able to create vampires felt like a different entity at times. I could call upon its strength, rage, and features like the black eyes, long fangs, and obsidian claws.
But I hadn’t felt at peace in my own body since it merged within me. It was so long ago that I barely remembered the life I led before we became one.
Alina’s blue-grey eyes were wicked as she kept my gaze the entire time, smirking enough to show her little baby fangs pushing into her bottom lip.
Concern filled me in an instant. Did she need to feed? With the extreme control she seemed to have in such a short time, I kept forgetting that she was still technically a fledgling. I needed to do better at making sure her health needs were met.
It continued to shock me, the way my concern for her was able to push down those dark desires so swiftly. It had been so damn long since I’d taken a woman, unable to control my urges when they surged back then.
I’d given up on the possibility that I even had a mate as the years passed. The women I’d taken didn’t mean shit to me—they were merely a way to pass the seemingly endless time I’d been alive. I’d seriously injured a few of them in the height of my monstrous side taking over in the middle of fucking. I’d barely managed to pull back long enough for them to escape, and the only microscopic saving grace was that I knew they would heal after feeding. But it wasn’t worth it, even when every single one of them told me it was okay and that they wanted a taste of thebeastagain, as many of them had called it.
There was so much blood on my hands from when I was first turned into this…I’d concluded that my celibacy was karma for the lives I’d taken and those I’d forcibly turned into vampires.
There was nothing I could do in my life to make up for the way I lost myself to the monster during those early years. It’s why I cared so deeply for Sanguis and everyone in it now, fighting with everything within me to create a community that protected each other and built prosperous lives. It was the least of what I owed to every single one of them.
“Do you want me to grab you some blood bags?” I asked, voice filled with concern, despite my thick arousal trying to break through my dress pants and the somber memories filling my mind.
Alina…My life had instantly changed when she entered it. Despite wanting to feel her blood coating my skin, I didn’t want to actually harm her. If anything, I felt my monster almost purr like a house cat around her. She’s the first thing we’ve ever agreed on.
I knew I would never lose my control around her and that she could take me. She was meant for me, even all of the fucked up, jagged pieces of me that I tried to act like didn’t exist.
A tinkling laugh fell from her lips as she shook her head at me. “No, that’s not why my fangs are out.”
My gaze ran the length of her until it sunk into my thick skull that her eyes weren’t tinted red in the slightest. This wasn’t an episode of bloodlust.She was fine.The knee jerk reactions that she pulled from me were so out of character after forcing myself to have such finite control with the beast within me spurring me on. But I couldn’t help the way I easily agreed with his temper and bloodlust when it came to her being hurt, emotionally or physically.
Intrigue bled into all the pieces of my brain that had been previously concerned.
