The fire burning in the grate crackled, warming the small room. Rasmus pulled me close, wrapping his large body around mine like a glove. His very naked body.
I tilted my head up to say something about how I needed to sleep, but his mouth captured mine, erasing the words in my head. Razor-sharp fangs cut my lip, filling my mouth with coppery blood. He groaned and rolled us, forcing me beneath him.
The weight of his thickly muscled body pressed me into the soft mattress, my breasts squashed between us. My core ached. I needed more than a kiss. I wanted all of him. My fatigue evaporated, eclipsed by a throbbing pulse between my legs.
Rasmus slid down, kissing my neck and then the slope of my breasts. I still wore a tee, but he tore it from me, tossing the ruined garment aside.
“Hey!”
“I’ll buy you more,” he purred before latching a hot mouth around my nipple.
I gasped when his fangs pierced the soft skin. It should have been painful, but all I felt was intense pleasure. I moaned, desperate for more.
“You taste so sweet,” Rasmus groaned. A thick erection throbbed against my thigh, hard yet cool. I dug my nails into his shoulders, but he resisted my incoherent pleas. Instead he slidfurther down the bed and sank his teeth into my inner thigh, taking another mouthful of blood.
At this rate, I’d end up with bite marks all over my body. Maverick would be furious when he saw the state of me, but I didn’t care. The bite marks would fade overnight.
“Please,” I cried when sharp fangs brushed across my clit. A thick finger pressed inside me, stretching me, before he bit me just above my clit. I howled with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
A loud thump from somewhere below made me jump, but nobody came crashing through the bedroom door, and even better, they all stayed out of my head.
Rasmus sucked hard while pumping his fingers inside me. The orgasm I’d been chasing since he first touched me hit hard and fast.
I detonated. Waves of pleasure blasted through me while my magic burst free. Fire and shadow eclipsed everything for a few seconds before I came to my senses and pulled my magic back inside my chest.
Rasmus’s eyes glittered in the dark as he sank into my pulsing body. He groaned as I stretched around him. “So tight, little witch. Is your ass this tight?”
My eyes widened as I pictured him spreading my cheeks and pushing inside while Maverick fucked my pussy. Or Zane. Or…no. I couldn’t think about my merman. Not after he’d left me.
Cool fingers gripped my chin. “Focus on me, little witch.”
I gasped when he slid out and thrust back inside me with a snap of his hips.Ohh.
“I can’t…” I cried. It was too much. My body had nothing left to give.
“You can,” he growled before sinking his fangs into my throat. The first pull on my vein sent me crashing over the edge once again, his venom hitting me harder than any human drug.Glynda hadn’t been exaggerating when she said a vampire’s bite was orgasmic.
It truly was.
Someone screamed. It might have been me.
There was another loud crash from downstairs before Rasmus’s fangs slid from my neck and a hot tongue sealed the wounds. He claimed my mouth and pumped hard into me, faster than a mortal man, taking what he wanted as I climaxed all over again.
When he found his release, he tensed and groaned before withdrawing and rolling to the side.
“Now you can sleep,” he whispered.
The amulet resting between my breasts burned my skin as my body cooled. When I reached down to touch it, I gasped. The tips of my fingers traced the cracks marring the once-smooth stone.
“What’s wrong?” Rasmus lifted his head from the pillow in concern.
“My amulet. It’s damaged.” My eyes welled with tears. This was my only connection to my mother. If it broke, I’d have nothing left of her.
Rasmus lifted the stone and examined it, even though it was dark. Like shifters, vampires had exceptional night vision.
“It’s made from satanite,” he said with a frown. “Why are you wearing a stone from the hell realm?”
I froze in his arms. My vampire mate didn’t know about the demons and what the ugly one had told me weeks ago.
