It doesn’t matter what she is, I only wish to know so I can protect her better, not that she isn’t doing a bad job herself. The crazy woman could use anything as a weapon.
Don’t you forget it, she whispers in amusement in my head, half asleep. I pull her closer and lay a kiss on her head that makes her sigh in satisfaction. I feel the same.
“Sleep, Bella, we will get back on the road tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she whispers, and I watch her as she slumbers She doesn’t know it yet, but she trusts me, so much so that she’s letting herself be weak around me. Such a change from the woman who didn’t sleep all last night.
“Goodnight, Bella, my love,” I whisper.
Desire surges through me and I groan. My hips jerk automatically before I settle back into the hazy darkness of sleep, lust crawling through my veins until I’m almost moaning...
Something finally wakes me. With my eyes still closed, I reach for Bella in my mind, but then another sensation stops me...my eyes fly open with a gasp as I gape down at my mate, where she is currently sucking my cock into that dreadfully sinful mouth of hers.
“Bella—what?” I stutter like a moron, and she pops her mouth free from my cock and smiles up at me.
“I was curious.” She shrugs and then, eyes still locked on mine, swallows me down again. Groaning, my head drops back to the bed as her hand cradles my balls, rolling them around. Her hot, wet mouth sucks me so good, almost as good as her pussy.
“Bella,” I mutter, reaching down and winding my hand through her hair and jerking her close, unable to help myself as I raise my hips and start fucking her mouth.
Her hand, her mouth, those eyes locked on me, watching me come undone, have me groaning and fucking her harder, forcing her to swallow me all the way down until I hit her throat. She doesn’t complain, no, my mate moans and wiggles against the bed, sucking me harder.
Fuck!
My eyes close as I try to hold back my release, my balls tightening as I pant loudly. With a roar, I rip her away from me and toss her back on the bed. She laughs breathlessly, reaching up and wiping her mouth as she watches me, unashamed as she lies there in nothing but my shirt.
Her long, sleek legs spread and offer me glimpses of her pussy I want to be buried in. Her nipples are tight and hard, pointing through my shirt, begging for my mouth.
Her lips are swollen, her eyes foggy with lust, and I can’t help myself. I lose control at the sight. The fucking temptress throws me over that edge like no one else. With her, I can’t help it, all my need, all my darkness comes roaring forward and she meets it with eager eyes. Wanting it all.
Grabbing the shirt, I tear it down the middle and toss it away, then I grab her ankles and yank her down the bed, pressing her feet to my chest as I change my grip to her hips, and with one quick thrust I enter her pink, soaked pussy.
She moans, arching her back and presenting me with her high, full breasts, her lips parted and eyes closed as I shove through her tight pussy and settle in deep. Her body tries to cling to me as I pull out and slam back in, making her delicious breasts jiggle with the movements.
Her hands come up, and as I watch she cups her breasts and rolls her nipples between her fingers, my bite mark still marring one, which only makes me harder as I fuck her, watching the show she’s putting on for me. Unlike others, she isn’t trying to be sexy, she’s just enjoying herself. Owning her lust and body, knowing how to use it and what she wants. It makes me shiver in need as I hammer home, observing as she gets wilder and wilder beneath me with each brutal thrust.
Ensuring to hit her clit at the end of each roll of my hips, I lean down and smack her hands away, covering her nipple with my mouth and sucking it between my lips and rolling it my tongue. She moans my name, the sound making me roar around her.
Mine.
She laughs, fucking laughs, and I see red. Her eyes open as her lips curve up in a smirk. “Prove it,” she taunts.
Pulling free from her body, I grab her hips and turn her, slamming her back into my chest as I wrap a hand around her throat from behind to force her to watch me fuck her through the mirror above the bed on the back wall. She groans, her eyes lighting up as she parts her thighs. Guiding myself to her heat, I slip back into her tight channel and she wiggles against me, pushing back, begging for more without asking, even as her eyes stay on mine in the mirror, a dare written there.
Narrowing my gaze, I squeeze her throat harder, cutting off her air supply, and she grins even as she struggles to breathe. Leaning my head down, my dark eyes on her light ones that seem to be glowing, I strike. I tear through her neck, leaving a savage wound, not to drink but to watch as her blood coats my mouth and chin, dripping down my body. She’s mine to do with what I want.
She moans as we both watch it trickle down her curves, coating her in crimson like a sacrificial goddess. It races down the valley of her breasts and I survey it hungrily.
“More,” she orders, twisting her head in my grip to expose the other side of her neck. I release the pressure a bit so she can breathe and talk properly. Her chest is heaving, the blood dripping in rivulets down it as I slam into her again and again as she pushes back to meet my thrusts.
I do, I bite her again, ripping into the other side of her neck, and her pussy clenches as I do, making me groan against her torn flesh. She jerks against me, shredding her skin more, and I watch her eyes close in bliss at the pain and blood.
Fuck, my mate is so perfect.
“Don’t fucking forget it, vamp,” she warns, her hand reaching up and smearing the blood before coming up to my face. Viewing through the mirror, I suck her blood-stained fingers into my mouth, tightening my hand on her throat to push her back down to the bed.
“Yes, fuck me!” she yells, unashamed, arching her spine as she slams back to take my thrusts.
I grip her thighs, my claws slashing into her hips, not that she cares. No, she bucks and yells, loving it. “More!” she demands, tossing her hair to the side to meet my eyes again. Blood trickles down her thighs and mixes with our juices as we fuck like animals.
Wrenching her head back, I force her to meet my eyes again. “Come,” I snarl.
“Make me!” she retorts, her eyes wild as she bucks and pushes against my grip until, with a yell, she explodes around me, her pussy tightening around my cock, trying to force my release from me, but I have other plans. She whimpers and moans as I continue to fuck her through it and straight into another one, slapping her clit with my free hand until she screams again and tries to collapse forward onto the bed, but I don’t let her.
Too fast for any human to see, I pull out and flip her again, watching her limp, blood-covered body. Her eyes open, hazy and satisfied, as her chest heaves, and only then do I stroke my cock, so close to coming it only takes two pumps.
My release splashes across her chest, mixing with the blood there. She moans my name, watching as I come on her. Gaze still on mine, she smears her fingers through the blood and cum and trails it down her body, slipping them into her pussy.
Fuck.
I collapse next to her and we just lie there, panting, with blood and cum coating us both. “Bloody hell,” I mutter, and she giggles.
“That was hot as hell,” she agrees, and I nod.
“Too right, we have a whole lifetime of that, Bella, and trust me, I plan on having you every fucking day...more than once,” I inform her.