“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowed, his eyes darkening with worry.
I leaned in and kissed him.
His lips parted to receive me, and I mauled his mouth, sucking on his tongue, taking what I wanted, what was absolutely mine. “Tell me,” I snarled, the fury building so fast, the jealousy filling me up, surging in my veins, burning under my skin as I allowed him only a gulp of air, noting how wide his eyes were as he looked back at me. “Swear and I’ll believe you.”
“Jason, I—”
“Swear that you’re only mine!” I roared, and the sound echoed all through the yawning space and came back, pulsing over me.
I wanted to bite him and make him bleed, certain that the space, every inch, needed to be bathed in him and washed clean.
“Jason?” he said, unsure of me but remaining close. “Love?”
“Swear,” I growled at him, my vision washing red.
“Oh yes, I swear,” he rasped, and I heard the catch in his voice, the fear and the hope. “I will never have another in my bed. I couldn’t; it’s not even possible. You have my heart, my blood—all of it, everything is yours.”
I wanted to eat him so we would never be parted. Tear into him, rip him to pieces and swallow him whole. There was a choice to be made, consume him or fuck him.
“I swear to you. I could no more take—Jason,” he gasped as I went to my knees and yanked on his belt, rough with his clothes, not caring if something tore in the process.
His pants dropped to his ankles with the weight of the belt and his wallet and keys, and I dragged his underwear to his thighs, taking his already leaking cock down the back of my throat. I swallowed around his length and he croaked out my name, barely forming the word, and I watched as his head fell back and his eyes closed as he surrendered to me.
The long, thick raven-wing lashes on the burnished cream skin of his cheek were beautiful, the way they fluttered. His sharp gasps were a gift, as were his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging, there but not forceful, only a gentle pressure as I sucked and laved, pulled back to lick over his head and then took him in again, loving the velvety hardness of him rolling across my tongue, his musky scent, his salty, sweet taste, and the stretch of my mouth around him.
When I took his ass in my hands, tight, using my power so he couldn’t move, guiding him forward, in deep, over and over, he followed my lead and found his rhythm, using me like I craved, fucking my mouth, forgetting about me, only his pleasure of any consequence.
He screamed when he came, his back arched, hand fisted in my hair as I drank down his seed, taking it all, sucking until he tried to push me away, freezing when I grazed him with my teeth, letting him know I’d bite down if he tried to withdraw before I was ready.
When I finally let him slip from between my lips, I finished with a long lap of my tongue, from balls to head, and his cock dropped, flaccid and spent against his thigh.
I rose in front of him, licked my swollen mouth, and met his blown pupils as I wiped what was left on the back of my hand. “You belong to me, and you’ve made a vow. I don’t care if you find someone better than me, I don’t care if you find your soulmate or your other half—they won’t love you like I will, and if you even take a taste of anyone else, I will leave you. Anyone, even a kiss, even a touch, do you understand?”
“Yes,” he husked, and I saw the tears welling in his eyes as his jaw clenched tight.
“Every part of you is precious to me, and I can’t have you give anything to another.”
He nodded quickly, and I turned and started for the kitchen.
It was fast.
He was on me so fast.
One moment I was closing in on the refrigerator, the next he had me on my knees, neck stretched sideways, bared, and his lips were on my skin.
“Don’t you ever threaten me,” he warned, yanking open my jeans and thrusting his hand down under the elastic waistband of my briefs and taking hold of my semi-hard cock that slowly thickened in his grip.
“Say you’re mine,” I demanded, both my hands on his wrist, using all my strength to brace against him, slowly turning my head so I could see his face.
He squeezed my cock, and I fought the throb of arousal that rolled through me, not letting myself jolt in his hands.
His eyes glinted gold, and I heard the low snarl rise from his chest, a sound I knew, a sound that was other, feral, and ravenous.
“Say you’re mine,” I insisted, shaking with the strength I was using to hold him at bay, to keep his teeth from my flesh.
The keening wail was painful to hear, like a howl of agony, and then he was there again, behind his eyes, his soul slammed back in place. “Yours,” he ground out, guttural and raw.
I turned my head fast, offering. “Yours,” I echoed, taking a breath.
The bite was savage, hard and deep, the pain blinding, devouring, and I felt it, the rush of light, of movement, like I was falling and about to pass out. And then he swallowed.
I heard the gulp and felt the suction as he drank.
Lifting into his hand, rocking in and out of his fist, I was lost in the feel of the bite, the languorous stroking, and wanted both to never end.
When he eased from my neck, licking over the wound before putting me on my hands and knees on the floor, I felt him jerk down my jeans and underwear, baring my ass, before his tongue was there, hot and wet, sliding inside of me.
I opened my legs as far as I could, and he was licking and sucking, soaking my hole in saliva before he rose over me, one hand around my neck, the other guiding his cock to my entrance before he shoved into my body. The breach was consuming, the pain sharp, and then, just as quickly, the shivering, splintering razor’s edge was gone, replaced by a dull ache that became, after the crest, the filling, stretching, driving pressure that I craved.
My muscles loosened, which allowed him to drag himself almost out of me, rubbing over nerve endings and then pistoning back inside, deeper with each thrust, using me, my fingers splayed on the marble, my knees, at once cushioned on the denim, now wedged on the hard, cold floor. He used me, and I moaned like I was in heat, and while he was rutting, I heard ripping and tearing. What hit the floor on either side of me were not hands but claws, protruding from something very close to paws.
I closed my eyes, felt hot, wet breath on the back of my neck, and then teeth on my shoulder, nipping, and a wet tongue dragging up my spine.
His cock, so thick, so long, drove to my core, frantically, possessively, and the cries that tore out of me only urged him to thrust harder and faster, until I came, screaming his name.
He was seconds behind me, the beast that he was, the hand that gripped my chest as I heaved for air still not human.
We panted in tandem, and then he withdrew, taking longer than normal, twisting until he was finally free, the cum gushing from my channel, thick and hot, running down the backs of my thighs, puddling beneath me.
I stayed where I was, aware of my skin and how hot it was, of the smell of his spend and how raw my throat was from screaming. There were droplets of blood on the floor, and I was going to say something about that, like what a waste, but I gasped instead as his tongue slipped into my ass.
It almost hurt, because I was so tender, and the tongue belonged to the beast and not the man, longer, wider, but the lapping became soothing as he licked me clean. My heart stopped pounding and my pulse slowed, and then his hand was in my sweaty hair, dragging it out of my face, and the breeze coming in from the open windows blanketed us both in calm.