In the blink of an eye, he’s on his back, and I’m hovering above his face. I grip the headboard, riding his tongue. I toss my head back, shouting to the ceiling, hoping the storm outside can hear me.
Thunder replies, a guttural growl in the sky that goes on and on.
His thighs are powerful and strong as I lean most of my weight against them, gripping the firm muscle with my hands.
My orgasm hits me fast, and I curl over him, clutching the headboard again.
“Oakley,” I moan, driving myself down on his face. His nose swipes my clit, adding the right amount of pressure to make another orgasm follow.
I grip the headboard with both hands, riding the high while I ride his face, his tongue rolling with every spasm.
My entire body shakes. Glancing down, my thighs tremble on either side of his head. Oklahoma scoots me down onto his chest, kissing his way down my inner thigh.
He peeks those red sunsets at me through dark lashes, framing his eyes, curling his lip to show his fangs.
They are weapons in disguise. He could take this time to kill me, to use his abilities to tear me to pieces, to drain me, to fill his stomach while I beg for life.
He would never do that to me. Instead, he uses them to bring me pleasure, and I love that it’s me who has to feed him.
I love that no other’s blood can keep him alive.
He needs me as much as I need him.
“Do it,” I urge him, wanting the slight pain of his bite. “Let me feed my mate.” My fingers brush through his hair, the soft strands curling at the ends.
His eyes flutter as he opens his mouth, curls his lips back, and slices into my thigh with hardly any pressure. I reach back and wrap a hand around his cock, stroking it with every drag he steals. His eyes burn brighter, his claws dig into me deeper, cutting into my flesh.
Animalistic snarls spill from him as he clings to me for blood. Every pull sends a direct shock to my clit, my nerve endings blazing with need as he swallows me down.
“Good boy,” I praise him, gripping his cock harder. “I love feeding you. You’re not allowed to drink from anyone else ever again. Those fangs belong to me. This cock belongs to me.” I give it a long, hard stroke to prove my point. “And if I ever find out someone else got to experience you the way I do”—I yank his head back by the roots of his hair, forcing his fangs free—“I will kill her. I might be a silly human, but I’ll feed her to a twister if I have to.”
Blood stains his chin and lips, red smeared across his face. My thigh has two pinpoints beading with fresh ruby liquid.
“You belong to me, just like I belong to you.” A possessive urge hits me, one that has me wanting to mark him.
I want to make him mine.
I want to claim him.
Everyone needs to know he is taken.
My gums ache, and I reach my fingers to my mouth to feel small fangs. Oklahoma must sense my panic because his arms wrap around me, pinning me to the bed. His cock is at my entrance, but he doesn’t fill me like my womb craves.
“Oh, look how beautiful you look. Let me see you.” He uses his fingers to lift my top lip. Heated intensity morphs his face. “You want to bite me, don’t you?”
“So much. I need you. Am I…am I a vampire?”
“No, Beloved.” He kisses the middle of my chest. “You’ll only be able to bite me when you need to. Like now, because your heat is at its peak and you need to claim what’s yours.”
I’m disappointed. I’d love to be a vampire with him.
“We can explore that later.” His face and voice soften. “That’s a big decision.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to. I can hear you when your emotions are high.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, smiling. “Where do you want to claim me, Nariko?” His voice takes a deep turn, a baritone mixed with the roughness of a fresh shot of whiskey.
Oklahoma takes my hand in his and lifts it to the right side of his neck. “Here?” He drags my palm across his throat. “Or maybe this side?”
