Page 21 of Zodiac Beasts

The way his golden eyes burned as he looked me up and down made my heart hammer, and the abrupt way he pulled me down the slope of the metal tank to slot our hips together on the small, narrow seat had me near dripping.

I’d forgotten why I was here at all as he started taking off my clothes. I ground my hips against his, while he undid the buttons on my blouse, then wasted no time unlatching my bra. I let him undress me, enjoying that frantic need to touch me and every electric connection of our skin.

I continued kissing him, tasting him, losing myself in him, while I fumbled to remove his gear and the thin cotton beneath it. We were naked from the waist up in a matter of fevered moments.

Marcus held me tight against him, keeping me balanced atop the tank, as he trailed those kisses down to the mark he’d placed on my neck. He nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin, while I moaned and pressed my chest into him. The way he wanted me was both animalistic and intimate. He was always a good kisser, but the more time I spent letting him feed on me, the more I’d started to enjoy the danger of having his monster so close to every vulnerable inch of my body.

I was dizzy with lust when I felt his teeth penetrate my neck. I leaned into it, clinging to his shoulders to steady myself, and closing my eyes to amplify the sensation. He drank from me with unusual tenderness. I was so lost in it all, I didn’t even notice when he’d unfastened his belt and undid his jeans. I tensed my thighs around him, and he ran a punishing grip up my quads and beneath my skirt.

My vision sparked with black, his hunger teetering on the edge of too far. A cold sensation prickled up my spine, then heat rushed through me when he ripped his fangs from my neck, and shoved my panties to the side.

Marcus adjusted on the seat, re-angling our bodies, so he was lined up, and pressing the head of his hard cock against my core. He teased me with only a hint of pressure, while my head was still fuzzy both with need and blood loss.

“Say yes, Lila.” He demanded in a hot whisper against my lips.

“Yes.”

I didn’t think before I answered. I didn’t hesitate for one second to let him pull me down and fully sheath himself inside me. I sank onto Marcus’ cock, and the shape of the bike seat and the gas tank made it impossible to pull away. From here, he had all of the control.

Our next kiss was a tangle of my blood mixed with his saliva, and I drank in that incredible, complimentary flavor. His tongue tasted good as he pinned mine in my mouth, and I chased it into his when he started to pull away.

“I want you to bite me.” He rasped through panting breaths, his voice tinged with need I’d never heard before. “Bite me as hard as you can. Focus on that primal desire in your chest, and partial shift into your Virgo. Taste that flavor of my blood when it’s got nothing but your power pulsing through it, Lila.”

He practically ground his hips on me. My ass warmed the metal tank, while my pussy soaked the leather seat more and more on every thrust. The narrow space between the tail and gas tank had us so tightly together that my clit was grinding against his lower abdomen as he moved. I’d do anything he wanted me to if he promised to keep making me feel like this.

“Where?” I barely managed through the sharpness of my own cresting pleasure. I wasn’t thinking, only obeying. Something about the way he spoke to me made it impossible to argue. “Where do you want me to bite you?”

He turned his head to the side, exposing his neck to me. A move that was distinctly trusting for a violent predator like a vampire. I took the hint, and I bit into his neck in the same place he’d marked me. I concentrated with everything I had, but not knowing the first thing about shifting, my teeth weren’t sharp enough to do anything but leave a pressure mark. There was no reason to think a Virgo had fangs. I didn’t know what I was supposed to manifest.

Marcus dug his fingers into my hips, and I heard the restrained moan as he slowly released a breath.

“Visualize it. Imagine your teeth sharpening. Recall the warmth of the moon on a full moon night.” His words were a need filled whisper. “Please, Lila. Please.”

Fuck, I loved the sound of him coming undone.

I closed my eyes tightly, barely able to concentrate on anything but the constant barrage of perfection as he kept fucking me, kept grinding against me, kept squeezing me, playing me, and hitting every spot I needed.

I wanted to bite him. I wanted to taste him like he tasted me. I wanted to be capable of that same, primal, violent dominance that everyone showed me.

“Make me fucking come.” I hissed against him, as I gave myself completely to the moment. “I’m so close already.” My eyes were watering, and I was clawing at his back for stability, enjoying the hard, flexed handfuls of his perfect muscles as he held me atop the narrow vehicle.

“I love it when you tell me what you want.” His lips stretched into a grin against me. Then he fisted my hair, yanked my head back, and he shoved his fangs back into my neck.

Pain and euphoria hit me at the same time. It was every sensation all at once, from his cock buried so deeply inside me, to the friction of his lower abdomen dragging over my clit, to the perfectly dominant and forceful tug against my scalp, the pressure of his hard chest against my soft breasts, and the deep, full body tingle as he slowly fed on my blood again.

If he hadn’t nearly killed me before, this might be what would do it, and right now, I was okay with that.

He tore his fangs from me suddenly, and that was the last push I needed. I was still shaking through a full body orgasm as I grabbed his face with both hands, and I shoved my lips against his. I savored a long, slow kiss, letting myself ride through every tremor while tasting myself on his lips, then before that feeling could fade, I nuzzled into his neck, and I shoved my teeth into him just like he’d done to me.

Heat and the rich taste of blood filled my mouth. I bit harder, and I sucked. Fuck, he tasted so good. How had I gone this long without ever getting to enjoy the taste of blood? He wrapped an arm around me, and pressed my head more forcefully against him. I knew he was about to lose it. I could feel exactly how close to the edge he was. All wrapped up in my body, feeding me on his blood, instead of the other way around. That moan, low and guttural, like he was surrendering to me by accident, was everything I wanted.

I breathed raggedly through my nose as I sucked harder. I was lost in that perfect taste of us. Another crest of pleasure was building even higher and more intensely than before. I thought I might explode when he grabbed me by the hair again and forced my mouth from his neck to take me in one more kiss.

That flavor of our mixed blood coated our tongues, and that feeling of his body tensing in madness threw me back into my abyss. I rode my high, until he was shaking with his own, and I let him fill me, until we’d smeared his once shiny motorcycle with our messy, slick come.

My mind was still a flash of white when a burning sensation started rippling through my body, starting from my lips, then radiating downward. I pushed back against him suddenly, as an excruciating pain took hold, but I was unconscious before I could figure out what the fuck was going on.

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