Maybe I should be wary, but a primal part of me preens under his attention. All my life, I’ve been searching for something more, desperate to find a place where I belong, but I’ve always been too much of a coward to reach for more.
Now, sprawled out beneath him, I feel brave for the first time.
I grab his wrists, pushing him away. He falls back onto his haunches, his expression tightening. His cock stands tall and proud, reaching almost to his belly button, and his muscles quiver as he holds himself back from reaching for me.
My body whimpers at the distance between us, and I slowly push myself upright, then crawl toward him, not stopping until I climb into his lap and straddle his hips. His eyes widen, his breath stuttering in his chest at my nearness, then he cups my ass and drags me closer. Trusting him to hold my weight, I cup his face much like he did to me not so long ago.
“Maybe you should be the one running.” I drag my claws down his neck, resting the tips against his throat. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because if we do this now, I won’t ever let you go.”
His green eyes darken, a hint of vulnerability entering them, then he tilts his head to the side and offers me his throat.
“I’m yours.” His grip on my hips tightens, and his cock twitches against my core. “Take what you want.”
My teeth lengthen and throb, a cinnamon taste filling my mouth. Pure want fills me, and nothing else matters but putting my mark on him. I lean forward, running my fangs along his neck, and a shudder goes through him.
Raising myself up to get a better angle causes his cock to rub against my folds, and my core once again clenches in protest, craving to be filled. I lift myself higher until the tip of him is at my entrance, and my entire body hums in anticipation. Just as I drop down on his cock, I sink my fangs into his neck. He tightens his grip on my hips and thrusts up, and I growl at the delicious intrusion, then hum when the powerful blend of his blood spills into my mouth.
I ride him hard, loving the feel of him beneath me, each thrust sending me higher and higher. As more blood spills into my mouth, my head spins and my heart flutters. He tastes of snow and power, and my body sings with such life that I feel almost drunk.
My fangs retract, and the heat in my veins sinks deep into my bones, almost like a stamp of ownership. It’s too much, and my core clenches around him, my orgasm taking me by surprise. Before it even stops, he grabs my waist, then twists and pins me to the ground.
He thrusts hard and fast at a speed that should be impossible. The friction should be painful, but my body loves it, his fierce movements triggering another orgasm before the last one even finishes, sending me shooting higher and higher.
His cock swells with his release, the base of his shaft slightly engorged, rubbing deliciously at my clit with each stroke. His cum is almost hot as it shoots inside me. My insides tingle, and damn if it doesn’t trigger another orgasm that leaves me helpless to do anything but take his pounding.
A growl rumbles in his chest, and it’s better than any BOB as everything inside me sparks up, the vibrations traveling right to my clit. When I can breathe again, he rolls and takes me with him until I’m draped over his chest, then he hugs me close, like I’m something precious.
I wait for regrets to strike, wait for my common sense to return, but the warmth of him only brings me peace for the first time since I died. The steady thump of his heart is calming, then I jolt when he drags his tongue across the wound on my arm.
I pull back, ignoring him when he tries to hold me close, not stopping until I’m straddling him. I nearly groan when his cock hardens again, and aftershocks have me clenching around him once more.
He gently rocks, prolonging the moment, and I shake my head, then swat his shoulder, refusing to be sidetracked. “Stop trying to distract me.”
Staring down at the wide expanse of his naked chest, I narrow my eyes on the scars scattered across his torso, and my brows lower in concern. I trace a nasty gash on his shoulder that’s shaped like a star.
“I took a bolt to the shoulder,” he murmurs, not stopping my exploration.
I trail my fingers over a long gash on his side, tracing the thin line from his rips to his hip, and I raise a brow.
His lips twitch, but he complies with my silent question. “Sword.”
One by one, I go through the dozens of wounds on display, my stomach twisting with each scar revealed. He went through hell and survived…only to be taken down by a werewolf in the end.
I saved that wound for last, tracing my fingers over the nasty, twisted bite mark on his shoulder. “The wolf mauled you.”
Castle gives a husky laugh, bitterness turning it dark. “I was nothing more than food for the slaughter, one of the many on the battlefield. I was practically dead when the wolf found me. If he hadn’t bit me, I would’ve died. The only reason I survived the wolf attack is because I fought back.”
“Do you ever regret being turned?” The question slips past me before I can stop it.
“Not anymore.” He gazes up at me, his eyes steady, his fingers playing with mine. “I wouldn’t change a thing, since it brought me to you.”
My heart does a weird swoony thing, going all warm and gooey at his confession. His fingers tangle with mine, then he draws my arm toward his mouth and licks the bite he gave me. I jolt in surprise, and the ache is instantly replaced by a spark of lust.
“Did you just lick me again?” My voice is husky, and I clear my throat, suddenly feeling bashful.
Instead of answering, he does it again and again, his intense green eyes locked on mine. His tongue is a little rough as he laps up my blood. My body practically vibrates with lust, and I can’t hold back a moan.
He pulls back with a smirk, wearing a cocky grin that oozes smugness. “My saliva can take away the pain.”
