Over and over I sliced him, and each time he got harder, more desperate, until it was his turn to grind against me. I was covering the lower half of his body with mine, his top half filthy with blood and sweat, his face showing that he was lost in the bloodlust.
Needing to see him in all his glory, I retracted my claws, wiggled down his legs, and slipped my hands beneath the waistline of his pants, groaning as the muscles in his thighs flexed under my fingers.
With shaking hands, I continued to drag the fabric down his legs, releasing my fangs so I could bring the mess to the lower half of his body.
I met his eye and smirked. I was going to have fun with this.
Placing my hands on his left thigh, I leaned down and bit hard and fast, spreading my own venom in his system. “Jesus fuck, Annalise.”
His tone was hot enough to make my pussy clench and my senses flow into overdrive. His face was drenched in exquisite bliss and endless torture. He was loving it. I got up and stood on the floor near the end of the bed, yanking his pants off the rest of the way. I drank in the sight of him naked on the bed, covered in blood and sweat, open for my hands to explore.
I looked down at his dick and chuckled, shaking my head. “Magnificent.”
“Magnificent, huh?” he questioned, flying from the bed to stand in front of me. He gripped a fist full of my hair and yanked me toward him. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. He was commanding and dominant, brutal and fucking beautiful. His chest covered in blood, his fangs still leaking that mouthwatering drug. Magnificent didn’t even begin to cover it.
I looked up at him through my lashes, a wicked smile on my lips. My tongue traced my fangs, giving him a silent warning…the only warning I would issue tonight.
“Do it,” he ground out and shoved me to the ground. His hips already bucking of their own accord, his dick jumping at the sight of me on my knees before him.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
I gripped his cock in my hands, long, thick, two sexy veins visible for me to see. He was fucking perfect.
I pumped him once, twice, as he moaned and grabbed the sides of my head and pushed forward, forcing me to either open my mouth or take a full face of dick. I opened my mouth.
I relaxed my jaw.
I sucked him in.
And then I bit down.
Right at the base of his cock where his balls met his shaft, my fangs broke skin.
The sound he made was capable of ending wars, sending people fleeing from his power. “FUCK!”
The battle cry ripped from his throat, a feral warning to the enemy that he was powerful and out for fucking revenge.
But this wasn’t his battle, it was mine.
I fought him for control, even on my knees. I may have been beneath him, but down there, I was the queen of his pleasure. I gave what I wanted to give and nothing more. It just so happened that I wanted to hear him scream.
I drank from the sensitive spot, swirling my tongue along the underside of his dick, sucking fiercely.
He was a fucking mess.
He couldn’t move, the sensation too much for him to handle. I inwardly smiled—I had him fucking paralyzed.
When I felt satisfied, I retracted my fangs, ready to play, to get him inside me, to fuck the tension out of my system.
Pulling him out of my mouth, I pumped twice, getting my hand slick with my own saliva, and went right back in. Sucking, licking, gagging on his cock.
His breathing continued to get harder, more forced, until he was outright panting. Losing control.
I licked a slow line up the underside of his dick, my wet hand cupping his balls, playing with them as he fucked my mouth. Through clenched teeth, he gritted out, “Annalise, I’m going to fucking come if you don’t stop.”
I looked up at him and knew in that moment, I would give him everything if he asked me to. He was powerful and strong, alpha and unwavering. To anyone else, he would be terrifying, but to me he was a challenge, a conquest.
And for now, he was mine.
I’d proven my point, and now I wanted to be fucked.
I smiled around his dick, giving one last luscious lick, making him moan that sexy fucking sound.
I stood before him and walked my fingers up his chest. “Where do you want me?”
My smile was dark, my energy even darker.
This was the moment. I tasted him, I had his scent tattooed on my flesh, held his cock in my hands, but soon he would be inside me. He would burn me from the inside out and change me forever.
By sealing this deal with him, I was giving the other guys permission. We would fuck—all of us.
Maybe even together.
But we would be a unit outside of the bedroom as well—I’d make sure of it.
The only way to survive this bond was to listen to it, but that didn’t mean that once the sex was over, we had to ignore each other. We had a fucking job to do, and I was going to make sure it was a group effort. All in, all out.
Lanier’s smile was sin, dark, dangerous.
“I want you everywhere,” he replied, moving quicker than any Human could. I was in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in less than a second. He spun me and pushed me into the glass, my ass facing him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Vix, you ready?”
I didn’t know why he wanted to do it in front of the window, but I wasn’t going to question it.
“I’ve been ready, Stony, fuck me.”
I was about two seconds from forcing his dick inside me all by myself, desperate for friction, dripping wet for my release.
He used two hands to rip the joggers, along with the boxers, clean off my body and let out a guttural groan.
I was now standing naked in front of him, pushed up against the windows. He stepped back for a moment to appreciate the smooth cream of my skin. I looked over my shoulder to find his eyes trailing my body with heated intention. “As much as I love the sight of you in my clothes, I like you much better without them.”
His fangs bit down on my left ass cheek, forcing me to arch my back, a moan falling from my lips. No doubt that the guys downstairs could hear everyfuckingthing.
He pulled off me. “You’re fucking flawless, Anna.”
I closed my eyes, knowing he was giving me a warning without saying a word.
This was going to be hard.
It was going to hurt.
He was going to spill blood.
No real foreplay, no fingering, no sucking my pussy dry, his dick slammed home.
“Ahhh!” I cried, my breath falling out of my mouth with no hope for returning. I had no hope for air against his assault.
He dicked me down, hard, fast, brutal.
His balls slapped against my clit, that beautiful friction making a blinding return. I couldn’t see straight; I couldn’t feel anything but his dick hitting my cervix. Branding me, painting me red. I felt his fangs against my back.
“So fucking sweet,” he moaned out, running the venom coated tips down my spine. “You’re fucking tight, Vix, has no one ever fucked this pussy right?”
I couldn’t respond—I was gutted. His dick took me to new heights.
Then his wrist appeared in front of my face, and my eyes narrowed on the vein pulsing deep. My mouth watered in anticipation.
“Take what you want,” he growled, shoving my head toward his arm.
I did.
I bit through flesh and landed right where I wanted to be.
I was getting brutally fucked from behind, my monster coming out to feed on the extremely confident, completely fucking delicious man behind her.