Page 27 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

I blinked.

That wasn't good.

"If we fuck, I'm going to bite you," Dante said seriously. "And you can't lose any more blood right now."

"I think I could lose a little and still be fine."

"No."

"I'm sure large male vampires are mated to smaller immortals all the time. I can handle you. I⁠—"

"We would have to seal a mate bond for that magic to work, Angel. A mate bond makes the vampire's partner adapt magically to their needs, as far as blood goes. Without a bond, I need to be careful."

I blinked again.

"I guess that makes sense," I finally said. "But if you're not opposed to having sex, I think we should do it. Making them think we're together is still our best chance of getting out of here unscathed."

Dante studied me.

"You could knot me. It would be fun," I pointed out, suddenly feeling just a little bit self-conscious about his lack of enthusiasm.

"I can't knot you. If I shift forms, I'm going to take enough blood to knock you out," he said bluntly. "I'm not opposed. I want you. I just don't want to risk your life for sex."

"Wow. That might be the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," I remarked.

"Then you really need to date different people."

"I don't date anyone. And my life's also at risk if we don't fuck. So, let's do it. Don't shift if you don't want to, and try not to take too much blood."

He clenched his jaw, but after a few moments, he nodded.

Lowering his mouth to mine, he kissed me lightly.

The contact was... soft.

Sweet.

Gentle.

It caught me off guard.

I buried my fingers in his hair, and he tipped my head back with one hand, kissing me deeper. His fangs were out, but I tried to leave them alone.

The thickness of his cock pressed against my clit just right as his tongue stroked mine slowly.

Dante dragged his fingertips over the inside of my wing.

I moaned into his mouth at the sheer pleasure of it, moving his fingers to the place that was the most sensitive. He traced the spot lightly, letting his fingers travel down, back up, and around, too.

My body moved of its own volition, rocking and arching in response to his touches as he brought me to the edge quickly. I came with a soft cry into his mouth, and he pulled me against him a little harder, easing his mouth from mine as his fangs swelled larger and longer.

I tipped my head to the side for him, and he kissed me there instead of sinking his teeth in.

His hand was still on my wing when he released my thigh long enough to tug my panties down. I reached between us, trying to get to his pants, but he had to lift me up to give me access. My hands were clumsy as I fiddled with the fabric, finally managing to free his cock. He lined us up, and when I eased myself over him, he took me a little harder than he had the last time.

He was so fucking huge, I had to breathe through the stretch of it.

God, I'd forgotten how good he felt.