Page 151 of Lured By Shadows

“You are my fated mate.”

His tongue traced over his fangs, slow and deliberate, and my body leaned into the motion involuntarily, my thighs pressing together as if that could contain the sudden rush of want.

My mind scrambled for anything solid and real. Every logical pull toward Culver… from the way our bodies created humming electricity underneath the surface, crackling along my skin like a live wire, all the way to how my mind blanked with thoughts that were nothing but Culver. It made sense the way the sky was blue.

But it also reminded me that I was in over my head, my blood still on his tongue.

Fated? Me? To a mythical creature? Not so mythical anymore…

I must have zoned out too much, because the next time I blinked, Culver’s presence consumed me entirely. He was in my space, his fingers tracing along my cheek, and I couldn’t help but whimper out a soft moan at the touch, the electricity of his skin searing into mine. My body was past fight or flight and back to the rhythm of his actions, surrendering to the pull I couldn’t deny.

Without another second, my legs gave out in a weak, putty-like state, trembling against the air. Culver didn’t let my body hit the floor. He swooped me up into his arms, cradling me as if I weighed nothing. My hand rested on his chest, and my other hand tucked itself between my thighs with my dress still clumped up, exposing my core, damp and aching. Culver’s lanky fingers held me tightly against him, his hand squeezing my ass, the pressure firm and possessive, and slowly, I felt his thumb move across my slick folds, sliding between them and circling over my hole, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

“Caught you,” he murmured teasingly while his thumb continued testing, probing the entrance with gentle pressure that made my hips twitch. “I really wanted this to be different; truly I did. I had been keeping up with your cycles, and I suppose I let it slip my mind. That was a mistake, and I apologize, but Gods, your taste is so divine.” He continued walking us down the hall, each step sending a ripple through my body, his thumb still circling my entrance with maddening precision.

I gasped out, my thighs clenching tighter even though that did nothing to keep him from entering me. Instead, I focused on anything else, my voice breathless and shaky.

“So I guess you weren’t born in the last twenty years?”

“I was born in 1340.” Culver’s eyes gleamed down at me, his thumb finally done teasing as it slipped inside me with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet hall, the sensation making my breath catch.

My hand bunched in his shirt, the fabric twisting beneath my fingers, as I moaned softly, the sound escaping me. My head fell back against his shoulder, tingles erupting from my pussy outward, spreading through my veins like fire. My cheeks warmed as my mouth parted, and he continued pressing his thumb against my inner walls, which squeezed around him greedily, desperate for more. It felt even better because as we walked, I bounced slightly in his hold, his thumb moving inside me with each step, making my pussy quiver around him.

His other hand adjusted, and I felt it squeeze my breast, quickly finding my nipple through the thin layer of fabric, rolling it between his fingers. My other hand cupped over the hand kneading my nipple, pressing him harder against me, and I moaned again, the sound thick with need.

“Culv,” I couldn’t help but feel whole, the emptiness inside me filling with every stroke of his thumb. “What does it mean…” I bit my lower lip as he began to flick his thumb inside me, curling it against a spot that sent sparks behind my eyes, “…to be fated to you?”

I managed to get it out, but I gasped and sighed as he continued playing with me, my hips rocking subtly against his hand, chasing the friction. My eyes fluttered upward toward him, heavy-lidded and dazed with pleasure.

“It means that the Gods placed you here on this Earth for me, and I for you.” His voice was low, reverent, the words washing over me like a warm tide. “That is why you lean toward me when you normally wouldn’t. It is why my touch grounds you. It is why you want me so badly. It is the greatest gift I will ever receive. You.”

I watched him, my mind reeling, but for some reason, I understood. The truth settled into my bones, warm and undeniable.

I finally believed him.

When we reached his bedroom, Culver swiftly slipped my back against the soft cushion of the bed, the mattress giving way beneath me, and his thumb removed itself from me, leaving me breathless, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching for more. I raised up, continuing to watch as he began stripping off his shirt, the fabric sliding over his shoulders and revealing the pale expanse of his skin.

“And you found me eight months ago,” I questioned, my hand going to rest between my thighs as I sat with my legs open, my pussy resting against the damp sheets, the cool fabric soothing the heat. “Why didn’t you just tell me the truth?”

His eyes dimmed, and he grimaced as he removed his shirt. His body was pale just as I imagined it would be, but it held a quiet strength you couldn’t see unless exposed. The hard planes of his chest, the lean muscle shifting beneath the skin, all of it drawing my gaze like a moth to a flame.

“That is because… Soroush and Rupert’s relationship. It was a rocky start, and I did not want to meet the same fate with you.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, but my breath caught in my throat when I realized he was unbuttoning his jeans, the sound of the zipper sliding down loud in the quiet room. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I waited patiently and decided to ask something else, my voice softer now, laced with a teasing edge.

“And so you stalked me?”

He flashed me his wicked smirk, his sunken eyes crinkling with dark excitement. Slowly, he removed his jeans, the fabric falling to the floor in a whisper, and I could see the thick outline of his cock straining against his boxers, heavy and insistent. My mouth watered waiting for it, for him, for the fullness I knew would split me open.

I was crazy.

Instead of trying to run away or wanting nothing to do with him and the fact he wasn’t even human, I was excited beyond belief, my veins humming with reckless hunger. I watched, my breath hitching, as Culver’s fingers worked the last of his clothing away, the fabric slipping from his hips with a whisper of sound. His shaft bobbed free, the thick, rigid length of him springing into view, and I finally let my eyes drink in the sight—the heavy girth that filled my palm’s imagining, the prominent ridges that ran along the underside, catching the dim light like carved stone. He was so hard, the flesh flushed and taut, and as he straightened to his full height, that straining cock curved upward, the head pressing against the hard plane of his stomach as if eager for release. The sight of it sent a heavy ache pooling low in my belly, and my mouth went dry with the need to feel that weight against my tongue, to trace every ridge with my lips and taste the salt of his wanting. My pussy throbbed, aching and slick, and I humped the bed slowly, squirming on the mattress, my hips rolling in a desperate, unconscious rhythm.

“Gods, are you horny? I assumed you would be terrified to know the truth.” Culver’s presence consumed me, his hand finding its way to my throat, pressing down on my jugular with enough pressure to make it hard to breathe, the electricity of his palm branding my skin.

I hiccupped a moan, my eyes never leaving his, locked in the emerald gaze that promised both ruin and salvation. “I’m not horny,” I breathily whispered, my hand going up to wrap around his wrist, feeling the cool strength of him beneath my fingers.

Culver smirked, the unnatural way his mouth opened wide, showing off his teeth. The fangs gleamed like polished bone, sharp and deadly.