Page 88 of Mortis

Lifting my head, I met Kael’s gaze. His pupils had dilated until his red irises were barely more than thin rings. His jaw was tight, lips pulled back like he was caught mid-snarl. Each exhale whistled through his teeth.

He looked glorious.

Overcome with lust, I surged forward and crushed my lips against his. The moment my mouth opened, Kael’s tongue slipped inside, exploring every inch. He kissed me like he was trying to devour me, and I was so consumed by the need to come, I would happily have let him.

Bracing myself on shaky thighs, I lifted my body until only the tip remained inside me. Then I dropped back into his lap. We groaned in unison. Kael’s hands immediately found my waist. Holding me tight, he lifted me effortlessly before sliding me back down his cock. Again and again. Using me like I was nothing more than a sleeve made for his pleasure.

The thought only made me harder.

Made me even more desperate to finish.

Kael’s hooves dug into the mattress as he thrust his hips upwards, slamming his cock almost impossibly deep inside me. The swollen head dragged over my prostate before pressing against the wall of my stomach, stretching the bulging skin and making me shudder with every brutal stroke. My balls bounced each time he lifted me and dragged me back down, my sac tightening whenever his dick struck the bundle of nerves.

Burying his face against my neck, he inhaled deeply, humming in pleasure. Almost like he could smell my arousal climbing towards its peak. I tipped my head aside, giving him more room. He rewarded me with open-mouthed kisses, sucking patches of skin between his lips.

When his teeth brushed my throat, suddenly I needed more.

I needed . . .

“Bite me,” I demanded, digging my nails into his meaty shoulders.

Kael froze, but I didn’t. I continued rolling my hips, chasing the pleasure burning through me. Beneath my hands, his muscles trembled. His hot breath washed over my skin, followed by the warmth of his saliva.

“I want you—oh, fuck.” His cock struck my prostate, and a broken grunt escaped me. “Kael, I want you to—mmph—I want you to bite me.”

His claws dug into my sides, hard enough for their points to prick my skin like tiny needles. The sting only made my need worse, and I rocked faster in his lap.

“Please,” I sobbed.

The thought of his teeth sinking into my neck had taken root in my head until it was all I could think about. It was more than a want. It was a pure, white-hot need. I needed him to bite me. To leave behind a mark I could see every time I looked in the mirror. A mark that wasn’t a bruise caused by his fingers and fear.

Something that proved this breathtaking moment was real.

That he was real.

I needed him to claim me.

And I needed it right the fuck now.

Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled Kael closer until his mouth settled against my skin.

“Bite me, Kael,” I begged, squeezing his nape. “I’m asking you to bite me.”

And then he did.

I cried out as his teeth broke through my skin as easily as a hot knife through butter. Pain exploded from my neck, racing through my body and buzzing along every nerve. But the pleasure overwhelmed it. Kael thrust upwards as he latched on, and my vision whited out. The world disappeared. There was nothing beyond the places where we were connected.

His hands on my skin.

His cock inside me.

His teeth in my neck.

And I shattered in his arms.

My body convulsed, and I screamed until my throat felt raw. The sensation went beyond pleasure. For one impossible second, it felt like my heart stopped, only to burst back to life and hammer against my ribs hard enough to bruise me from the inside. The connection between my brain and my limbs vanished.

I felt nothing.