Page 149 of Veil of Blood and Bone

She cries out when I push inside of her but it’s the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Shadows circle her throat and tighten.

She’ll never plead with me, which is the best part of our game.

I roll on to my spine and dragging her with me. Her legs fall on either side of my hips and I hold her raised above me.

Desperation beats in her every heartbeat.

She scowls, and I force her down, penetrating her roughly.

Instead of saying anything, Helene lifts her hands to my shoulders as she raises off my cock and rolls her hips on the way down. Fucking me in place of answering. She picks up the pace, and I let her ride me.

But the second she closes in on her orgasm, I grip her waist, holding her aloft again, memorizing the defiant challenge of her features.

“You love this.”

Our eyes meet and lock and she clenches down on a groan.

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. “You don’t know me.”

“Liar.”

I surge up into her and my cock stretches her as she warms around me, her nails biting down into my skin, leaving long red grooves. They’re marks I’ll wear gladly.

I know enough to read where to touch her.

Shadows drag across her slit, desire coating us both. She picks up the tempo, and I stop her, grab her, kiss her. Brutally.

Forcing her to take everything I’ve got.

She grips me like she’s drowning.

I lap at the crook of her neck, driving my hips up to fuck her. The pressure increases in my balls when she clenches me tight, her response thrilling.

Anticipation crashes and tightens my stomach.

I laugh at her desperation, at the way she drives her body down to impale herself on me.

A growl vibrates through me. Someone’s awake. Twin eyes burn like gleaming coals in a barely banked fire.

I quicken my pace, fucking up into her and pulling free until only the tip of my cock is clenched in her cunt, her back bowed for more.

Always wanting more.

“Please,” Helene pants. “Shit, Wren. I need⁠—”

“We know what you need.” I thrust deep, and when I open my eyes, Nicholas has crawled closer, predatory, rising on his knees behind her to kiss her neck and bite his way along her spine.

Wisps of shadow float around her, circling her arms, her thighs. Stroking her skin and memorizing her curves.

I’m everywhere. Working her over, coaxing her toward a drop she won’t return from.

I won’t stop him this time.

If he loses himself when he comes like a fucking murderous teenager, well then⁠—

But I know I will.

“I want you both,” Helene whispers hoarsely. “But I don’t want to break.”