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I took a deep breath, feeling the tears spill down my cheeks as I stood and walked over, clutching to the counter. Mascara was streaking down my face. I looked up meeting Aetas’ gaze through Marko’s eyes.
“I haven’t fed. I think your bite was too much.”
“Of course. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re trembling. Come,” he said, leading me out to the bed. “Sit on my lap and feed.”
For the life of me, I didn’t want to. I could have used the excuse his blood was too strong for my upset stomach, but that would mean I would have to feed from Hunter. That was impossible.
Aetas stopped at the bed and pulled me down to his thigh. I glanced up to Marko’s face and tried to convince myself that it was my husband, the man I loved. It was the only way I was going to keep getting through this.
“Bite, ma minette. Your shaking is getting worse.”
My hand rose to the side of his neck. Slowly, I leaned in, easing my fangs into his skin. Blood trickled into my mouth, increasing as I bit down even more. Hands gripped just above my hips, turning me to straddle his lap. My eyes instantly closed. There was going to be no way around this. If I wanted Marko taken somewhere safe, I had to keep Aetas happy and occupied so he wouldn’t go back and check on the real Marko. I had to buy Hunter time. If he could even get in … or out. What if Aetas became aware Hunter was trying? No, I couldn’t think of it. I had to keep our evil leader’s mind far away from anything having to do with Hunter or Marko. It was the only way.
“That feels so good.”
Fingers wove in my hair, pushing through until the remaining pins fell loose. When he gripped and pushed me more into him, I bit down harder. I kept my poison as light as I could without him knowing I was intentionally doing it. His hand was on my ass, pulling me closer to his cock and the urge to break down was there again, but I couldn’t. I had a part to play, and I’d be damned if I was going to screw it up. My mens’ safety depended on it.
My hips rotated and the adrenaline from his power increased my pulse. Aetas met my movements, tearing the black lace panties. With a final jerk, he tossed them, moving in to undo his belt.
“Better, isn’t it? I bet you feel so good with my blood in you. Wait until I’m filling you with my cum. You like that.”
I had told him that.
I breathed in deeply through my nose, willing the nausea away. Aetas leaned back, maneuvering to remove his slacks. When I was lifted, I braced myself.
Pressure from the head of his cock pressed against my opening and I hated the wetness that was waiting for him. With how strong his blood was, it was a natural aphrodisiac. Whether my mind liked it or not, my body responded.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this all day. Suck harder for me, ma minette. Show me how much you want me.”
I obeyed, drinking in more of him as he held to my hips, inching into and stretching me with my mate’s thick length. How would this ever be the same for me and Marko? After Aetas … how was I ever going to look at my mate without remembering what I was doing? How was he going to look at me? I should have known, yet I betrayed him. I was betraying him now.
“Enough drinking, kiss me. I want to taste me on your tongue. I want to know that I’m the one you’re choosing.”
The thought of the single intimate act destroyed me worse than having him fuck my body. It was too connected, too loving. I didn’t love Aetas. I knew that now. I didn’t love him the slightest. It was Marko. It was always Marko.
My jaw extended and I licked over the wounds, leaning back. His kiss was immediate, full of hunger. Full of a lust. It was almost impossible to make myself portray a woman who was in the heat of passion.
“Tell me you love me,” he said, in between kisses. “Tell me you want only me.”
“I. I—love you. And you know it is only you I want.”
If it wouldn’t have been for the increasing thrusts, I wasn’t sure I would have gotten away with my stuttering. Jesus, how many times had I told Aetas those words? How many times had I tried to force myself to believe them? Perhaps deep down I knew it wasn’t Marko. Why hadn’t I listened to that tiny voice that said so? I was going to leave this version of Marko, yes, but even then it was for our kind’s best interest. Not because I ever let myself think that Aetas still lived.
“Bend over, I want to see your ass as I fuck you.”
I was spun over so fast it gave me vertigo. My mind wasn’t here, and that was fine with me. Marko’s survival left me making sounds, left me going through the motions, but I was far, far, deep into my mind, searching out my link with Hunter.
Satin scrunched between my fingers as I gripped to the comforter. I immediately buried the majority of my face in the fabric. Darkness soothed me and I gripped to my tie with my mate, feeling Hunter’s location out. He was still close. Still here somewhere. Fuck.
“I could look at this all day—the way you’re so tight around me.” He moaned, clutching hard to the sides of my ass.
“Fuck me, harder. Fuck me.”
The huskiness of my voice amazed me. How I could fit the role so easily, it made me relieved and sick all at the same time. If this could just be over with.
Aetas slammed into me, rocking us forward. I gripped tighter to the darkness, covering my face more while my other hand pushed between my legs. When my fingertips brushed against his sac, I let my touch caress over his sensitive skin with ever sway of his thrust.
“Tessalyn.”
