Page 244 of Sky’s Edge

Because…

Oh my gods…

He was performing the blood rite.

He then put the wound to my lips, rubbing the blood against them.

Yes.

Gods.

Yes.

This was the demon blood rite.

The ritual sex demons had been having since the dawn of time.

The ritual sex demons had when they claimed a mate.

He dragged a trail of his blood down my chin, under it, down my throat, chest, between my breasts, my belly, all the way to our connection.

His mark on me, I was riding wild now.

“Honey,” I panted.

“You,” he bit off.

With no hesitation, I moved one of my hands from his jaw, slid my thumb inside his mouth, and bounced with abandon as he first sucked the blood to the tip, then bit hard, breaking skin, the sharp pain utterly divine.

I rubbed my blood against his lips, over his chin, down his throat, his chest, to our connection.

His hands went to my hips and assisted in tugging me up and slamming me down.

“You are mine, Catla Truelock,” he declared thickly.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

I so totally was.

“Say it,” he grunted.

“I’m yours, Tanyn Firefierce.”

He drove me down, filling me, then gripped my hair and pulled my mouth to his.

“And I am yours,” he ground out, also grinding me down on his big dick.

I whimpered against his lips before we kissed, mingling the blood on our bodies, as he released my hair so I could keep bouncing.

And we continued kissing, even after the orgasm washed up and over me, drowning me in Tanyn, and then his did the same to him.

I was breathing heavier than normal while coming down, my face stuffed in his neck.

Each breath was a direct shot of his skin, the scent of his hair, the tang of our blood, the musk of our sex.

It was intoxicating, and I never wanted to be sober again.