Page 106 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

World-shatteringly good.

But I needed so much more.

"Give me—your—knot," I panted, coming down from the high.

"You're not ready for me."

"I really fucking am."

"The problem is," he said, pinching my nipple again and grinding the side of his tail against my slick, sensitive center. "I need to upstage whoever you last fucked on a couch."

I moaned. "Dante."

"Angel."

"Forget upstaging. Give me what I want."

"How many times did you get off on that couch?"

"I have no idea!"

"Two? Three? Four?"

"I definitely never came four times with anyone."

"Other than me." He nodded. "That's the best answer. I'll get you off four times. Then, I can knot you."

"I'll come more than that when we're knotted," I protested.

"You've been knotted before."

"It's not a competition," I moaned, as the tip of his tail found my entrance. It sank inside me slowly, hitting my g-spot and making me arch again before he slid it out. The slick, hard tip brushed my clit again.

I pulled on the strap of my overalls, barely making it budge. "I need these off. Now."

"Here." Dante rolled me over, pinning my stomach to the couch cushions. The front of his body was still braced against the back of mine.

He had the straps off and was tugging the fabric over my ass seconds later, his lips on my spine as he followed them down.

I started to roll back, but he stopped me with a hand on my ass.

"Stay."

The command probably should've been alarming, but it just made me hotter. And wetter.

Dante tossed my overalls aside. His shirt followed them.

My gaze was on him as he lowered himself toward my ass—then rolled over, sliding between my thighs with his face up.

He dragged his tongue through my slickness. The growl that escaped him was impossible to miss. So was the heavy hit of pleasure that cut through the bond.

His hands gripped my ass, holding me open as he ate me out slowly. I gripped the couch cushions as I tried not to lose myself to the moment completely.

I failed.

And I came so hard, I swear I left my body. Dante nicked my clit with the tip of one his fangs in the middle of my climax, dragging my pleasure out with the intensity of his bite.

My body arched and my legs shook. "I want your knot," I breathed, my cheek against the couch cushion.