Page 95 of Volik

I let the feeling of him sweep my stress away.

Volik’s hands move across my body. Over my back. Down my braid.

He’s so good to me.

He’s so… good.

Leaving. Staying. Comforting me.

Before we met, the idea of him felt so… other.

He’s a vampire. An Alt.

A supernatural man.

He was an unknown.

A danger.

Someone I was supposed to fear.

But every moment together, every heartbeat we share, he’s only ever made me feel safe.

I’ve been afraid of my feelings. My reactions to him. But never of him.

I curl my tongue around his fang. And the length I’m seated on pulses.

Volik groans.

My shorts are thin. His sweatpants are painted on. And the heat between us…

I rock my hips, and his hands move down to my ass.

I slide my fingers up the back of his head, through his hair.

His body vibrates against mine.

I grip the base of his horn with one hand, the other scratching down his neck.

He groans again. And a pulse of energy moves between our chests.

My skin starts to buzz. Not like it did after my shower. Like it did yesterday, before Volik shredded my clothes.

Hands gripping my hips, Volik pushes me back.

Our mouths part, and I let out a whimper at the loss.

“If you do not want me to fuck you, you must let go.” Volik’s words are rough, and it takes me a second to understand.

I look up at where his head is tipped forward. To where I’m still gripping his horn.

The throb in my pussy radiates up my spine. “Do you not want…?”

Volik lifts his head and meets my eyes. “I will always want. But last night… I… I am not sure you had a choice.”

Last night, the need was all-consuming.

The pull was nearly impossible.