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“Are you sure?” he asks, staying completely still while I writhe beneath him. “It might…it might hurt, at least at first.”
“I know,” I laugh. “I’ve read the books.”
And then he’s kissing me, harder, deeper, his hand on my breast. A distraction, I think, though I couldn’t possibly be distracted from the head of his cock slipping inside my clenching muscles, my legs splaying open in the grass as I tense around him. I try to pull him in faster, but then his bare teeth are at my neck, grazing over my skin like he’ll bite to subdue me if he has to.
“Take it slow, gorgeous,” he growls. “Give it time.”
I drag my nose up over his pulse and he shudders, slipping just that much farther. I adjust to him more quickly than I anticipated, melting into his embrace, letting him lead the way. Elijah breathes hard in my ear as he gently rolls his hips, taking an agonizingly steady path inside when all I want him to do is make love to me until the ache fades away and all I feel is pleasure.
I feel that swollen bit at the base of him against me now, thicker than the rest, and I don’t know how I’m taking him, but Iam.There’s just a flash of pain, quick and biting, and I gasp. Elijah’s teeth graze my pulse again, but I don’t flinch; I tilt my head to bare my neck to him, my fingernails digging into the flesh over his spine.
He rolls his hips, and he’sthere, so close, that fist-sized swelling pulsing and nestling like it belongs there, his balls hanging heavy against me as he buries himself to the hilt.
I breathe in, out, in again, and appreciate the sensation of joining. Of how close he is, our limbs tangled together and his teeth still on my neck. I know that this is the brink of something, that I’m teetering on the edge, and that my mind is going to shatter as soon as he moves.
And he does.
And I’mgone.
He starts to move, our bodies curling together, my legs wrapping around his waist as he moves inside me. Elijah swivels his hips, the pressure building, growing. And that swollen bit keeps him lodged so deep, soclose, knotting us together like we were made for this exact fit, clicking together as pieces of a puzzle. His hips begin to piston closer and farther, and he’s hitting the exact right spot inside, where I’ve been burning up for the past two days, where I’ve been yearning and wanting andneeding—
I scream into the open air, Elijah’s mouth covering mine, inhaling my breaths and absorbing the shock of sound. His tongue slides over the raw spot where I bit my own lip, and he groans at the flavor of my blood. I don’t know what it means, but I don’t care, somehow still needing him closer and faster and harder and deeper and…
I splay my hands across his chest and he pulls away with a concerned look, his eyes widening as he opens his mouth to speak. Before he can, though, I shove him to the side, flipping him onto his back and rolling to keep him lodged within me, letting my legs relax as I ease him deeper. Elijah’s hands fly to my hips, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips part.
“Holy hell,” he gasps. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I start to move, his hips thrusting up to meet me, his moans matching mine as we quicken our volume and tempo. We’re a song, a rhythm forming in my head, and the full moon above is our audience as its light kisses my shoulders. Elijah holds me tight, his claws biting into my hips until they draw blood, and itstings.
I want to bite him.
And here in this moment, I’m a creature of impulse.
I lean toward him, baring my canines, but he seems to anticipate my movement and puts his hand over his neck, where I want to sink my teeth. Instead, I clamp down on the edge of his hand, Elijah groaning as I climax and pulse and flutter around him. He holds me tight, shuddering as he slams up into me, finally hitting where I want, deep, deep within, and I’m…
Finally sated.
Afterdaysof feverish desire.
I collapse on his chest, my hair spiraling out of its pins and curling in damp strands over his shoulders. Elijah stays locked inside me, and it’s almost as if that’s where he belongs, his fingers skating up and down my spine as his arousal ebbs away and he softens.
I don’t protest when he moves, or when he scoops me into his arms. The sound of a waterfall envelops me, cool air wafting over my skin, and that’s the only sound I make out as I nestle into his chest.
By the time I wake, I’m splayed out on a blanket, Elijah behind me with his arms wrapped around my middle. And as his breath brushes warm against my neck, I catch sight of the raw wound on the side of his hand, and the clear sign ofbite marks.
What have I done?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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ELIJAH
Charlotte is part Lycan.
I’ve suspected for a couple days now—she healed way faster from that head wound than should have been humanly possible—but the way her eyes shone in the moonlight confirms it. As we lie in the early morning sun filtering through the glittering sheen of a waterfall, her naked form stretched out beside me, I’m convinced.
I can smell it on her, feel it in the way her body melds to mine.
