Page 68 of Fangs

The praise scrapes low, laced with sadistic satisfaction.

“That’s it—open wider. Eyes on me while you take it all.”

His cock drives into my empty, dripping pussy at the exact same moment the shadows slam deeper into my ass. The dual invasion hits like a storm. He sets a brutal, matching rhythm—his heavy length slamming into my cunt while the cold, living darkness fucks my ass in perfect, relentless sync. Every thrust forces me higher against the bonds. The carved headboard digs into my spine. My pulse roars in my ears.

God, the stretch. The impossible fullness. He’s going to split me open and I still can’t stop wanting more.

The shadows around my throat tighten with every gasping breath, turning oxygen into a privilege. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision. Pleasure and panic braid together until I can’t tell them apart. My walls flutter hard around his cock. The shadows pulse in answer, claiming every inch of my ass while he owns my cunt.

I come apart with a choked cry, the orgasm ripping through me so violently my vision whites out. The bonds constrict just enough to make the climax crash harder, endless, devastating. My body seizes, helpless, open, utterly his.

“You’re driving me crazy, Lucy,” he breathes against my neck, the words almost a confession torn from somewhere deep.

The shadows release my feet. My legs drop, trembling and useless, but he doesn’t slow. He claims my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his cock keeps driving into me—harder now, less controlled, chasing his own release with raw, hungry power. I taste iron and need and the danger of his devotion. His hips snap. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking me fills the chamber. Shadows coil lazily around my thighs, holding me open for every last brutal stroke.

He breaks with a low, guttural sound against my lips. His cock buries itself to the hilt and pulses hard, flooding me in long, hot surges that seem to go on forever. I feel every thick jet, every possessive throb, while the last of the shadows slowly withdraw, leaving me wrecked, dripping, and thoroughly claimed beneath his weight.

Mate

He is still buried inside me when the kiss deepens, slow and claiming, his tongue sweeping mine as if he means to devour the last of my breath. My blood calls to him—hot, insistent, a living pulse that thrums straight through the ache of the unfinished mate bond. Every beat of my heart seems to beg for his fangs.

I tilt my head beneath him, baring the long line of my throat. Offering.

“Bite me.”

The words leave my lips raw.

Blake rises onto his knees above me, the thick length of him sliding free only long enough for him to straddle my hips. Shadows coil up from the mattress like living smoke.

His fingers lengthen, darken, curl into hooked talons of living shadow. The claw traces a cross above his heart. It draws a shallow cross over the place where his heart beats. A pirate’s vow over buried treasure.

Dark blood wells at once, rich and luminous, power glowing in every crimson bead.

He cups the back of my skull and forces my mouth to the wound.

“Drink. Seal it. Become mine in every way that matters.”

I latch on.

The first swallow detonates. Molten lava races down my throat and erupts through every vein, rewriting me from the inside out. His blood is addictive—ancient.

The taste is more potent than any drug.

I swallow desperately, greedy, unable to stop. My hips snap upward, seeking friction, seeking the hard return of his cock. Need claws through me so violently I moan against his chest, the sound muffled by the hot flow of him.

Shadows answer.

They slide between my thighs, while Blake drives back inside me in one brutal thrust. Flesh and darkness fill me together—his cock stretching my cunt, a thick shadow length claiming my ass in the same ruthless rhythm. The ecstasy rips a broken gasp past my lips, even as I still gulp.

The blood pours into me and the shadows thrust harder, matching every snap of Blake’s hips. Pleasure builds like a storm behind my ribs. When the climax finally breaks it unfurls, slow and devastating, wave after molten wave that leaves me shaking, sobbing, still latched to his chest while the shadows milk every last shudder from my body.

He tilts my head and strikes.

Fangs sink deep into the side of my throat. The mating bite. Fresh ecstasy detonates outward from the puncture points, flooding every nerve while he drinks in long, greedy pulls.

The bond sparks in my chest, surges through him, ignites us both.

Suddenly, his body goes rigid.