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He turned Hannah in his arms and saw the flush covering her bare neck and chest, and the vein pulsing at her throat. “Jude, help me. Please.” She was breathing hard, struggling.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Fuck me, Jude. Feed from me. She was completely aroused and desperate, her breasts exposed, her nipples peaked. He groaned because he could smell her blood, that she’d created a fresh supply. He could also feel her agony because she’d been so caught up in her blood-rose-drive toward Malik.
I’ll take care of you. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He had to release her to get her shoes and pants off.
He caught her between her legs with his palm and she groaned as he massaged her. But his own need, with the smell of her blood in his nostrils, ramped up and he did his own unzipping.
Once he had his slacks below his ass, he backed her up to a tree but kept one arm behind her to cushion her. He lifted her hips with his free hand and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. When he guided his already stiff cock to her entrance and began to push inside, she groaned heavily.
He’d never been so out-of-control, so heated up in his life as he began to pump steadily.
Hannah was panting, her well gripping him and pulling on him, her need as profound as his own.
The smell of her blood, laced with the sweet scent of roses and the rich scent of the seashore, had him nuzzling her neck, licking up her vein.
“Jude, drink from me. My heart is full, ready for you.”
He could feel that her supply had almost doubled and all because of Malik.
Some dark part of his brain filled with rage toward Malik that he’d been so close to Hannah, another mastyr ready to take his fill.
He pumped faster and deeper, needing Hannah to feel him and to know she belonged to him and to no other man. His mating frequency shot forward as well and penetrated her body, seeking her frequency. Finding it, he wrapped her up.
Take me, Jude. Help me. Take me. Her desperation fueled him.
He angled his head and struck her vein, hitting the right depth. He then formed a seal around the wounds with his mouth and began to suck. You’re mine, Hannah. You don’t belong to anyone else. You’re never to feed anyone else, share your body, or your mating frequency.
She panted as she gripped his shirt, tearing at it, forcing the buttons to pop until she could push the fabric away and dig her nails into his shoulders. I’m yours, Jude. I don’t want anyone else. I’m yours, make me yours.
He drank deeply for several minutes, holding his orgasm off. Waiting was damn hard, but he wanted to finish his feeding before he brought her to a climax.
She whimpered, as though in agony, but she panted throughout and didn’t urge him.
When he’d had his fill and her heart had returned to normal, he drew back to look into passion-filled, violet eyes. He braced one arm on the tree above her head and as her legs gripped his waist, he began the push to the end.
He thrust with deep curls of his hips so that he could hit her just right. She held his gaze and he could sense her passion rising higher and higher until she was gasping for breath. “Jude, I’m ready.”
He added a vibration to his cock, which made her gasp, then speeded up his thrusts. Her mouth opened and he quickly covered her lips with his hand. You can scream against my palm.
She let loose, and her body writhed against his as he pumped into her. Her orgasm put a fire deep in his sac, and the next moment, his release exploded through his cock, a lightning streak of pleasure so profound that he couldn’t contain the roar. Hannah was his woman. He was marking her. She belonged only to him.
He kept roaring and Hannah screamed and cried out against his palm as ecstasy took him into the world beyond.
After a long moment, his body settled down and Hannah no longer panted.
But all was not well with her. He could feel it in his bones.
When he released her mating frequency, she uttered an unhappy, “Thank God for that.”
He didn’t know what exactly was wrong until she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Jude, I don’t want this to be my life. I mean, I love having sex with you, but this is all too much. I was driven toward Malik the way I’ve been driven toward you. This isn’t right, it isn’t fair and it isn’t what I want.”
She pushed at his shoulders.
“Hold on for just a minute.” He took off his torn shirt and as he eased out of her, he pressed his shirt between her legs. “I’m sorry, Hannah. I asked Malik to come to the orchard thinking you’d be well away from him. But I forgot to tell you he was coming. It didn’t occur to me that you’d sense his presence and seek him out. This is my fault and I’m sorry.”
Her shoulders drooped. “I think you missed my point. Jude, I absolutely hate not having control of my own life, my own destiny. And I want to go home. Now.”
Chapter Seven
