Page 146 of Bleed

He’s right. I can, and I want it. I want this man to wreck me in every way possible.

He keeps working his thumb in, then a finger, stretching my ass slowly as he keeps fucking me in shallow thrusts. He adds more lube, then a second finger, scissoring them as I cry out from overstimulation. Even though I know what’s coming, I still tense up when he finally pulls out of my pussy and lines his cock up to my ass. He soothes me with a hand on my hip, stroking my side.

“My perfect little mortal,” he croons. “My bond. You can take anything I give you.”

I nod like a damn bobblehead, dizzy with need. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

He pushes in slowly, and the stretch burns, my muscles seizing up on instinct. His hand continues stroking my side as he eases in a little further, remarkably patient while my body struggles to adjust. Once the head’s in, he pauses to let me breathe and get used to it. I groan, my head lolling back onto his shoulder.

“Jesus, Eli,” I gasp. “You’re huge.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my back. “You love it.”

“I really do,” I admit, my eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, your little ass is so tight,” he groans as he pushes in another inch.

I clench up again, then will my muscles to relax, taking him a little deeper. Inch by torturous inch, he eases in until his hips are flush with my ass.

“How does that feel?” he asks, stroking a palm over the curve of my hip.

“So… full…” I choke.

He pulls out halfway, then slowly pushes back in. “Good?”

“So good…”

I’m pretty sure my brain has left my body. Everything shrinks down to the feeling of his body pressed against mine, the overwhelming fullness, the sensation of him moving inside me.

He starts pumping, building up a rhythm. It starts slow and careful, but the more I adjust, the more it turns savage. Before long, he’s pounding into me, his cock filling my ass with every thrust. His other hand slips between my legs and rubs my clit, winding me up to another orgasm.

I feel his fangs scrape against the side of my neck, needy anticipation rioting through me. He keeps fucking my ass, working my clit, and this time, when I come, he bites down on my neck at the same time, his fangs sinking in deep.

The combination of pain and pleasure and venom sends me straight to the fucking moon. I scream, bucking against him while he drinks, his mouth sealed tight over my throat.

It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s too fucking much. My vision goes dark around the edges, my body shaking uncontrollably as my climax stretches on and on and on, seemingly endless.

He retracts his fangs from my throat, his tongue dragging over my skin to seal the wounds. I melt into the mattress, my back molding against his chest as his hips pulse in shallow thrusts, his cock still buried deep in my ass.

“My turn?” I pant, lifting my head weakly to gaze back at him.

His pupils are blown wide, lips tinged red. “Are you sure?” he asks, voice gravelly.

I huff in annoyance. “Eli, I swear to god, if you ask me that again I’m gonna–”

Any remaining protest dies on my lips as he slams in deep, stealing my breath. My mouth hinges open, eyes rolling back.

I hear a soft pop as he extends his fangs again, using them to pierce his wrist before bringing it down in front of my lips.

“Drink,” he orders.

I stare at the dark blood beading up on his skin, then seal my lips over it, sucking at the wound until it coats my tongue. It’s… fucking weird, honestly. Warm and thick, the taste and consistency completely foreign. When I swallow it, I feel it burn all the way down.

I’m not sure what I expect when I drink his blood– the heavens opening, fireworks raining down, some climactic, grand event where the universe announces we’re officially bonded…

It’s not anything like that, though.

It’s a slow build, a gradual sense of power thrumming through me. I swear it’s almost like I can feel that glowing blood pulsing in my veins, every nerve lighting up at once as a surge of energy takes hold.