My hands constricted on her wrists as the head of my shaft parted her entrance, but I didn’t go any further. “Tell me, Bale. What do you want from me?”
Her eyes burned with fire, and she tried to lift her hips and thrust herself onto me, but I held back to stop her from doing so. Her jaw clenched, but she must have seen something on my face as some of her anger melted.
For a second, I saw the turmoil she kept hidden boiling to the surface and a desperation that matched mine. I knew what she needed because I needed it to; the only problem was, we were both so different, yet so stubborn and set in our ways. The vulnerability on her face caused some of my hostility over the fact she hadn’t marked me to ease.
Releasing her wrists, I clasped her face as I kissed her again and slowly entered her. I already knew what she wanted from me; I didn’t know if I could give it to her, but I could give her this.
We joined with a tenderness I’d never experienced before. Sex was always an animalistic thing to me. My partners’ needs meant little to me, just as mine meant little to them. We were both there for only one thing, to get off.
But with Bale, I was here for something else. What that something else was, I didn’t know, but I felt it at the edge of my fingertips, just beyond my reach.
Shewas in my reach now though, and I was going to do everything I could to make us happy.
I moved within her as I leisurely explored her body and left marks on her shoulders, neck, and breasts. Her fingers dug into my back, and her heels bit into my ass as each bite elicited a new cry from her.
She came two more times. Each time her sheath contracted around me, I barely held back from finding my release inside her, but I wasn’t ready for this to end. Sweat slickened our bodies as her breath warmed my ear and tickled my neck.
When she nipped my ear, I felt the tips of her fangs and shuddered. I wanted them to sink into my flesh, but despite the ecstasy of our joining, she still wasn’t giving in to me completely.
Her hand gripped the back of my head, and her fingers slid through my hair as she held me closer. Her warm breath panted against my neck with each of her rapid exhalations, and I stiffened when her fangs grazed my flesh but didn’t pierce it.
I couldn’t take much more of this torture. She was mine, I was hers, and nothing could change that.
Determined to make her see this, I sank my fangs into her shoulder as I moved faster within her, demanding more from her as I tried to sate my growing frustration. I could barely withstand the pressure in my shaft, but I had to feel her mark me as hers too.
I was about to admit defeat and give in to my release when her fangs scratched my throat before sinking deep. My shock over her claim held me immobile.
Then joy burst through me.
The emotion was so unusual that at first, I couldn’t put a name to it. It was sweet and pure and unlike anything I ever experienced before. Something shifted and changed in me, something broke free that I didn’t understand, but I welcomed it as I found my release inside my Chosen.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Bale
I couldn’t resist markingmy Chosen anymore, and I didn’t want to. I was desperate to claim this large, powerful demon as mine because he wasmine. No matter our history, no matter our sides, he was my Chosen, and nothing could change that… not even me.
However, I didn’t want to change it. No one had ever made me feel the way Wrath did. He’d protected me, he cherished me, and he’d stake his claim on me repeatedly tonight. And I’d lovedeverysecond of it.
As my fangs pierced his flesh, something inside me shifted, and Iknewthis was so right. In his arms, I’d found my home. If one day our differences destroyed us, then so be it. We may always stand on the opposite side of things, but we were meant to be together.
I cleaved to him as he crushed me against his chest. He plunged into me one more time, and I felt his cock pulsating inside me as we came together.
Cradling me, he stayed within me as he rolled to the side. I rested my hand over his thundering heart as I nuzzled against him. I’d never cuddled up to anyone in my lifetime, but though he remained within me, I couldn’t get close enough to him.
His fingers skimmed my back as he kept his other arm locked around my wrist. It took a couple of minutes before my breathing slowed and the tremors from my last orgasm eased. Gradually, my heart returned to its regular beat as I traced the muscles in his chest.
I expected regret over my actions to creep in, but it didn’t. I’d made my choice, and like so many other choices in my life, I would live with it. I hoped it didn’t blow up in my face or get anyone I loved killed.
Lifting my head, I smiled as I gazed down at him. My jaw dropped when his eyes met mine, and I blinked as I tried to understand if what I was seeing was real. But no matter how often I blinked, his eye color remained a striking, royal blue color that stood out vividly from the shadows surrounding him.
He gave me a sexy smile as he tapped underneath my chin. “I know I’m gorgeous, but you don’t have to drool.”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so busy trying to understand what happened. “Your eyes are blue.”
He started to shake his head, but I shifted so he slid out of me and sat up on the bed. I pointed at the dusty mirror hanging above the dresser across from us. “Your eyes are blue, Wrath. Look in the mirror.”
He hesitated before rising and walking over to the mirror. He stared at his reflection for a minute before his fingers rose and he touched the skin beneath his eyes. His brow furrowed as he rested his hands on the dresser and leaned closer.
