Page 32 of Zodiac Demons

He entered me smoothly, slowly, long, and full, giving my body time to adjust to him on every single inch of penetration. I drew in a sharp breath, when he hit that spot that sent electricity through my veins, and I held it as I watched his expression change, his lips parting, and a wash of ecstasy painting his half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He said the words in a heady exhale, as he completely sheathed himself in me. He reconnected our lips, as he started to move, and the desperation and need and fuck, that spot he kept rocking against again and again and again was driving me mad. He fucked me like he needed my body to stay alive, and I drank in every bit of pain and pleasure like I needed him, too.

We were fully locked together, and in all of the times—the many times now—I’d let him get me off, this was so much more. The weight of his body on top of me was a protective shield, while the power in each thrust was a show of his strength that could defend me, and the need in every kiss was pure and honest affection.

He was my Alpha in every sense of the term.

My Alpha?

That thought hit me with blunt force, as I realized how deeply his presence was forcing me into that Omega role that I’d never felt was really me. It was something I’d always wanted to be a superficial designation, just like I had always wished Astrology had been a true myth, and yet it was starting to seep into my bones with more intensity every moment I spent with him. The dangerous beast warred with the soft designation that created such contradictions in my very bones, and I was losing my ability to compartmentalize my Gemini’s own duality.

He hit that spot again, at just the right tempo, and I swear I saw stars. One fist in my hair, and one around my cock, moving in time with his thrusts, I gave in before he did, making a mess between us, while endorphins flooded my body in perfect release.

Marcus smeared my come over his chest, then licked it off his fingers in a pronounced show of connecting himself to me in a way that only reinforced our risk of permanence. That sight, mixed with the high of my own orgasm, and the overstimulation as he continued to inch himself towards his own while inside me, was the moment it all snapped together for me.

The moment that the reality sank in.

I was about to protest when he increased the tension of his grip on my hair, as his body gave to mine. He’d filled me in every way, then punctuated that high with a sharp fang pricking the skin on the side of my neck.

My eyes shot open, and my fight or flight immediately kicked in.

“W-wait, Marcus—” I forced myself to move, to try and get away, but he caught me with his bullshit speed, and he forced me in place again. He was stronger than I was, when we were both stripped of our magical gifts, and he held me down easily. “Stop. Seriously stop. I just said you can’t mark me.”

“Calm down, Little Serpent,” he purred, a hint of his Leo coming out in his words. I jerked in his hold, but that only made him laugh. “This is how vampires show affection. You don’t have to run away. I just wanted to…” I felt his teeth enter my artery before I could remind him that this was also how Alphas showed “affection.” He sank in, and I froze completely as a confusing mix of dread and euphoria spun through my head.

Fuck, that feels so good.

Was he… feeding on me? He wasn’t being rough, or violent, or draining me in a way that could kill. He was taking a slow, languid draw that felt like such electrical heaven that he had me hard again, just from the way it was hitting my fear and pleasure thresholds with equal force.

I’d never been with a vampire other than him, and it hadn’t occurred to me that his hybrid had two sets of fangs, both very different in their bite and their intent. Maybe this was something vampires did to bond with their lovers.

Is that what I was? His… lover?

That thought—that single word—arrested my heart in my chest, while intensely pleasurable waves continued to ripple through my every nerve ending. My lip quivered, and I was damn near bursting again, solely from the feel of him using me like this.

By the Devil, I was so fucked up.

We both were.

Maybe that’s why we fit together so perfectly.

I felt his throat bob as he swallowed, then I felt his whole body tense. Just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, he jerked back and gripped his neck. His complexion was tinged green, and he was clawing at his own skin for purchase.

Shit.

“What the fuck.” Marcus choked and gagged, but it was too late to expel my blood from his system. “Is your blood fucking poison?”

“I… I don’t know.” I stared at him, wide eyed and horrified.

He couldn’t drink my blood? I knew I had a natural venom, but I didn’t know there existed blood that wasn’t palatable to a vampire.

Was this the same as my bite? Would he be able to process and purge the venom in a few minutes like he had before?

No, the way he was choking and gagging and hadn’t lost his motor functions told me this was more severe than that.

“By the fucking devil, is that what your Basilisk side tastes like?” He was still choking, still gripping his neck.

“No shit.” I leveraged myself to a seated position, his bite was still bleeding, and I had to cover the wounds with my hand to prevent hemorrhaging before my shifter’s healing could kick in, which could still take several minutes for these small wounds. “How much did you drink?”