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“Together,” I pant. “Always together.”
His eyes gleam with a wild brightness, scanning every inch of me. They linger where we’re joined at the hips below the water. His fangs spring free as he lowers his mouth to my shoulder, priming the skin with his tongue. “Tell me when.”
I lower my mouth to his shoulder as well, vibrating with anticipation.
“When.”
Together, our teeth break skin. The prick of pain is followed by a heady burst of desire. His blood spills onto my tongue, sweet and thick and utterly delicious. With his teeth in me, his body in me… I’m going to splinter from the overwhelming sensation of him.
His hips continue to move in time with his pulls—slow, steady, sensual—setting a smooth pace as he keeps his fangs buried in my neck.
A needy noise comes out of me.
His fingers dig into my thighs, hard enough to bruise.
For hours, we come together. In the baths, along the limestone floor, against the doorframe leading out of the baths, bent over the chaise and between the silken sheets of my bed and his. It’s never enough. It’s as if our bodies are desperate to fuse together the way our souls have always been bound. We go again, and again, and again, until the deep blues of night melt into the pastel purples of dawn, and we teeter over the edge together.
Always together.
Chapter 38
QUILL
A night spent lovemaking and blood-sharing has me waking well past dawn, my body curled around my mate.
Skin sticky with blood and need.
Cock hard, pressing against her pert ass.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
Her desire thickens the air, a delicious scent I’ll never get enough of, and I bury my face in her hair, breathing in wildflowers and vanilla as I pinch her nipple.
She moans, wriggling against me in want.
“Insatiable,” I groan, palming her breast. “I want to hear you say it.”
I want to hear her command it.
Her voice is sleepy-soft as she wriggles again. “Satisfy me, Quill.”
I release the nub of her rosy nipple and nudge her thighs apart. Just wide enough for me to plunge inside her. So tight and wet and utterly mine. I withdraw slowly, delighting in her clenching, until only the blunt tip remains burrowed in her heat. She moves herself backward, taking all of me in one brutal thrust.
I fuck her languidly, wringing glorious little moans from her with every stroke. She bites my wrist, the empty space where Riven’s blade will appear once I’ve secured his vote, and my cock aches inside her, ready to fill her with my essence.
“You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you,” I murmur, fingers digging into her hip.
She whimpers against my flesh, timing her pulls with my thrusts.
My mouth lingers on the tender spot where her shoulder meets her neck. I tease it the way she likes. Light little licks, the promise of fangs. Only when her skin is supple do I sink my teeth into her. Almost instantly, those muffled moans become deeper groans of pleasure. I take my fill, delighting in the sweet aroma of her blood. Absolutely intoxicating, this ambrosial mate of mine.
Her fangs retract, tongue lashing my skin.
“Fuck me harder,” she growls.
I obey.
Pounding into her, I pleasure my mate until she’s howling, begging, pleading for release, and when she comes all over my cock, I spill myself inside of her.
