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Bellamy stops right in front of me. He reaches up, his warm fingers lightly tracing the curve of my cheekbone. His green eyes burn with fierce, unyielding devotion that almost brings me to my fucking knees. “I belong here. With you.”

Before I can process the words, Bellamy places both hands flat against my chest and gives a playful push. I stumble backward, my legs hitting the edge of the massive bed. I fall back onto the dark duvet, looking up at him in wonder. He drops to his knees in front of me, unlacing my boots before tugging them off, and stands back up.

Bellamy doesn’t hesitate. He crawls onto the bed, straddling my lap, his sheer robe parting to reveal his bare thighs against my black jeans. He leans down, cupping my jaw in his hands, and crashes his lips against mine in a hot, frantic, breathless make-out. This kiss is similar to the one we shared earlier, lighting me on fire.

He tastes like chocolate and desperation. He kisses me with a wild, hungry intensity, sliding his tongue past my fangs, and demanding everything I have to give. I let out a low, rough growl, my hands flying to his hips, pulling him down against my hard cock as I kiss him back with a starving, needy passion.

When he finally pulls back to catch his breath, my chest is heaving, my claws digging deep into the flesh of his ass. He tugs at the buttons on my shirt, yanking it open. The motion is violent and sexy as hell.

This time, when our eyes meet, my control snaps.

The blood-red lipstick is smeared across his mouth, stained around his lips and tracing down his chin like fresh, hot crimson. He looks marked, ruined, and breathtakingly feral, like a sexy little vampire greedy for more blood.

The dark beast inside my soul lets out a roar that echoes through the room.

“Bellamy…” I growl, my voice dropping an octave, completely stripped of its refined edge, turning dark and monstrous. I flip us over in a single motion, pinning him flat against the plush mattress beneath me. The witch’s hat tumbles off his head, rolling onto the floor, his long, wavy hair fanning out across the pillows like a dark halo of shadows.

“Vesper,” he gasps. His emerald eyes are wide, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans. I tug them off and return to his side.

“Please…”

“No more waiting.” I kiss a trail against his jawline, my claws gently tearing the sheer robe from his shoulders. “No more stalling. No more running. You are mine, Bellamy. Tonight, I’m claiming you in every way that counts.”

“Yes, fucking finally,” he sobs. His back arches off the bed as my hands slide down his chest and stomach like a seductive offering. “Make me yours. Take me. Fuck me until I want nothing but you.”

The calculating demon vanishes completely, replaced by a predator driven by love and obsessive need. My shadows spill into the room as the beast inside my blood rises to meet its mate.

I press my body over his, my pale blue skin radiating an intense heat that I can’t control. I kiss down his throat, my fangs lightly scraping over his pulse point. Shockwaves of pleasure thrum through our shared bond.

Bellamy writhes beneath me, his fingers tangling in my hair, his legs wrapping around my waist sinfully, pulling me closer. His dick is so damn hard, the head pokes out of his lingerie, dragging precum all over my stomach.

“Look at me, little bird,” I command. My glowing crimson eyes reflect wildly in his brilliant green gaze. He looks up, panting. His face is flushed, completely submitting to the dark passion consuming us.

Shadow tendrils kiss every inch of his skin, stripping him as they go. Wrapping around his thick cock, massaging his sack, and teasing those pink dusky nipples into hard peaks. It doesn’t take long for me to work him to the edge over and over again until he’s crying out in frustration.

“Always so good for me, taking my shadows like a damn pro now.” I yank his legs open until he’s fully exposed to me. I guide a silky tendril to his hole, causing him to arch his back. Using my magic, I slowly work the tendril inside of him. The shadow teases and expands, opening him up slowly so that his body is soft and ready to take all of me.

Bellamy trembles on the bed, watching me as I stand. I reach for the bottle of lube in my nightstand and open the cap with a snap. I pour a generous amount onto my hand before working the silky liquid onto my throbbing length. Bellamy whimpers when I tease the head of my cock and play with the piercing, pushing the pleasure down the bond. If I’m not careful, one of us will come thanks to the shared pleasure pulsing between us.

“Being mated sure does have its damn perks.” I laugh, stroking myself faster.

Bellamy gasps. “No, Vesper, please. It’s too much. Not like this,” he rambles. “I want…I want to come on your cock. I need you inside of me.”

I groan, pumping myself even harder, leaning over him and lining myself up. When I push forward, entering him slowly, a shattered, breathless cry tears from his throat.

A breathlessly wicked thought comes to mind. Following my command, several shadows slowly work their way down Bellamy’s body until they caress his tight hole. Working together, they open him up further, pushing inside and wrapping around my cock like an extra-tight sleeve. The shift in my monstrous anatomy causes another deep moan to rip from his lips as the stretching fullness overwhelms us both. The shadows are tightening around my cock, while massaging his insides.

“Vesper, fuck. You’re perfect.” His hands wander up my body until his fingers wrap around my sensitive horns. I gasp.

Bellamy arches hard against the mattress, his head rolling back, his eyes closing as a wave of intense, earth-shattering pleasure crashes through his body and into mine. I’m shaking now, but I’m determined to make this so fucking good that he’s addicted to me.

I thrust forward, hard and fast, listening through our bond and finding that perfect rhythm he craves. “Looks like my little bird likes it rough,” I growl.

“Vesper, fuck. It’s so deep—” He gasps, his nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder!”

“Open your eyes,” I demand softly, leaning over him, my hands framing his face, wiping a streak of smeared red paint from his cheek with my thumb. “Watch me take you. Feel what you do to me.”

He opens his green eyes, staring directly into my glowing crimson gaze as I begin a slow, powerful rhythm. The knot at the base of my length begins to swell.