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“You shouldn’t,” I tell her. It’s the absolute truth.
“I know,” Eloise agrees but doesn’t pull away. “I still do, though.”
With a snap of my teeth, the dress falls down her body in a shimmering wave until it pools around her feet and over the dropped clutch. I step back, holding her at arm’s length, my fingers still buried in her.
“You’re beautiful, little lamb.”
She’s a vision of hedonistic beauty, a sin I want to slake my desires with. Her thick thighs are encased in black velour, and the rest of her is bare to me at last. She leans her shoulders back against the wall as I drink her in. The dark patch of curls over her sex, the silvery stretch marks decorating her hips and soft stomach, her luscious curves and heavy, full breasts with peaked nipples. The narrow trails of blood running down her pale neck.
Eloise stiffens, her eyes clearing as she finally takes me in. Even in the dim lighting of the room, her human eyes can see the dark stains that have dried into my clothing. This is when she’ll reject the monster I really am.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
It’s my turn to be shocked as she reaches out for me, real concern distracting her from the pleasure I’ve been giving. She is never what I expect. I catch her entreating hand and bring her fingertips to my lips where I press a gentle kiss against them.
“I had business,” I remind her. “None of the blood is mine, my little lamb.”
Her breath hitches at my claim, and I’m on her again. This time I let her have her hands, and she’s ripping at my shirt even as our mouths battle for dominance. I growl, pumping my fingers faster, fluttering them inside when she succeeds at ripping the shirt open. It was already ruined, and her touch is a pain I’ll always welcome.
She clings to me, her arms wrapping around me under my shirt, her nails digging into my back. I relish the pain, fucking her with my fingers harder, and scoop her right breast into my hand, guiding it to my lips as I curl down around her. Her hands grip my hair when I suck her pert nipple into my mouth, a sweet cry spilling from her lips. It’s quickly becoming my favorite sound.
I lash at her with my tongue in time with my thrusts. Her breathing hitches, her walls clenching down on my middle and ring fingers as I push her to the edge. I stroke her clit with my thumb as I curl my fingers inside of her, finding the fleshy spot. She keens, her knees buckling and I catch her by shoving my thigh between her legs, never letting up the torment. Three more strokes and I give into the temptation I was presented with earlier. I gentle my hold on her breast and prick the flushed skin around her areola with my fangs.
Eloise’s back arches off the wall, a silent scream parting her lips as her channel tries to crush my fingers as she climaxes. I don’t let up, drawing it out, needing more of her pleasure. My cock burns with the need to be buried inside her, but she tastes too delicious.
When she wiggles against me, oversensitive, I let go of her tender, bitten nipple with a wet pop.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out, her eyes still closed.
I growl with male pride at her blissful expression. “More,” I snarl out and her eyes fly open as if she finally realizes I’ve given over most of my control to my instincts.
“Wha—Ambrose!” She cuts herself off with my name as I pull my hand from her and grip the back of her thighs and lift her upwards. She scrambles to get a hold of something, finally slapping her hand out to catch the top of the antique bookcase beside us as I bring my face level to her sex. I drape one of her legs over my shoulder, gripping her ass with one hand, and use my other to brace her thigh and open her wider for me.
Her folds are drenched, the scent of her pleasure dizzying. I fall on her like an animal, needing to taste every last drop of her. I feast, spurred on by the nectar slicking her and the sounds she can’t seem to help making. Surrounded by her scent, her blood on my tongue and in my veins, I’m close to the edge myself. Shoving her other leg over my shoulder, I urge her to lock her ankles behind my back. The moment she does, I reach down and free my aching cock. My hand is still slick from her pleasure, and I stroke hard as I ravage her with my tongue.
She starts grinding against my face and I growl my encouragement as I pump my fist faster. She’s so close, and so I am. With snake-like speed, I tilt my head and push a fang into her swollen lips around her clit. She jumps, hips pulling away before slamming back into me, both of her hands gripping my hair and tugging me against her. I suck her clit into my mouth, the blood flowing freely from the engorged flesh and mixing with her slick.
“Fuc—” Eloise’s curse turns into garbled sounds as she comes hard. I shudder, staggering against her as I drink up her blood and pleasure, and then I groan into her, spilling into my fist.
With iron will, I pull my mouth from her sex, heart racing and breathless. I press my forehead against her mound, her thighs growing lax against my head. For a few long moments, all that fills the room is our heavy breathing. When she taps my head, I huff with disappointment, making her giggle. A beautiful sound that is a new contender for my favorite sound. I ease her legs off of my shoulders and down until I’m able to brace her on my forearm and kiss her. I tease her lips, taking my time.
Eloise’s eyes flutter open and my black heart clenches at the emotion I see in her warm chocolate and honey gaze. I’m undeserving of that warmth, but hell if I won’t hoard it close and do whatever it takes to make her keep looking at me like this. She brushes her fingers over my cheeks and I press into her touch, unable to help it. This is the woman who is meant for me, created by whatever fucked-up god that made my kind.
Proving herself too good for me, she tilts her ear towards her shoulder, offering her throat. I wait for her to guide my head down, needing her to be as involved in this as I am. This isn’t her letting me feed because it’s a part of the bargain, this is her telling me to feed, taking control. It’s a revelation of sensation, having someone look at me with an affection I dare not hope for and having them guide my fangs to their blood.
I feed, keeping her braced on my arm and trapped between the wall and myself. She sighs, her body loosening as I drink more of her in. In this moment, in the moonlight in the dark world of the Barrows, I’m at peace with my mate.
Chapter Sixteen
Eloise
When I drift awake, I’m still cradled in Ambrose’s arms, his tall, lean body curled around mine. It makes me feel precious and cared for, delicate and small in a way I’ve never had a man inspire in me. Warm puffs of breath tickle my scalp and I nestle back against his hips, needing to steal a few more moments before the sun finishes its arrival.
Last night was another roller coaster in the amusement park that Ambrose and I have found ourselves creating. Avoiding me for two weeks and then making me come twice, first with his hand and then his tongue, feeding from me all the while... I think I would have shattered apart if Ambrose had carried me to bed and abandoned me. Breaking into pieces I’m not sure I could put back together.
I’d been afraid that was his intention as he laid me down on the cool sheets before sliding off my boots. But he promised to return before disappearing. When he was gone long enough I began to worry, he returned with a plate in one hand and a sweating glass of orange juice in the other.
Something must be wrong with me, because he was covered in blood still, his shirt half tucked in his waistband and hanging open. He’d dealt death then given me pleasure. I should have recoiled from him, but when he sat at the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under him and opened his arm, I crawled right up against him.
