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to the base of my spine.
“Let me…” I murmured. My hand snaked between us to the hard ridge that strained against his jeans, but he pulled my wrist firmly over my head again, effectively trapping it against the other one in a show of dominance.
He stopped drinking long enough to offer me a wicked grin. “Hush now, I’m taking what I need.” His teeth plunged back into me the same instant a rough finger parted my slick folds, and my head fell back with a ragged moan. The urge to sink my fangs into the strong cords of his neck became almost unbearable, but that would negate the entire reason for doing this.
My arms shook with the effort to keep from touching him but he kept me pinned to the wall. I probably could’ve torn myself free, I was still stronger than he was when it came to brute strength, but I sensed he had something to prove, as he had in the dream. Only this time I wasn’t torn away just as it started to get good.
This time his talented hands wove a spell over me in a pulsing counterpart to the ecstasy of his mouth until my body quaked and shuddered again and again. The tremors went on and on as he relentlessly stroked and teased and pinched until I begged him to stop, unable to take the keen pleasure anymore without unraveling altogether. Still, he didn’t withdraw, his touch only growing lazier and lazier, guiding me gently back to my senses, leaving me shaken and drained as his tongue rasped against the twin wounds at my throat.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, once I could form complete words again.
“I wanted to give you something in exchange for what I took.”
I smiled weakly at that, biting my lip against the moan that threatened to escape as he withdrew his hand. My knees instantly buckled, and his expression turned to worry.
“I didn’t take too much, did I?”
“No, that’s not the reason why my legs are so shaky.”
“Guess I done my job right then, yeah?” He beamed with smug male satisfaction.
I ’d let him take more than I’d originally intended, but he needed it more than I did. There was bagged blood stored back at the house or I could always hunt later if necessary. What surprised me was his control. When I’d first tasted Bishop’s blood, the only reason I’d stopped was because he’d forced me to. Some Sire I turned out to be. If Rob hadn’t stopped voluntarily, I might’ve let him drain me dry, too caught up in the sensations to say boo.
“Give me a few minutes and we’ll see what I can do about returning the favor,” I smiled lazily, but Laveda’s phone chirped in my pocket and I was reminded that we didn’t have the leisure of rolling around in bed all night. There was a single text message from Marcus on the display.
Mason’s awake.
Chapter Six
Rob gained a lot more confidence as the night wore on and with the influx of my blood and I could see a difference in the way he moved. Always stealthy and agile, he now moved with a preternatural grace that lent a poetry to his actions which I found particularly appealing. The doubts and insecurities that plagued him upon first rising were nowhere in sight as he guided me into the house, his every muscle coiled and ready for danger.
The whole family was gathered inside – Marcus, Maggie, Gunnar, even Jenessa was still there – surrounding Mason, who reclined on the couch.
“Sorry if I don’t get up, I’ve had a bitch of a day,” he quipped with a ghost of his old humor and I tried not to let my shock show too much on my face. His entire left side was riddled with ropey burn scars, the flesh mottled and scaly . It continued along his neck and up the side of his face where his close cropped beard was all but burned away, one eyelid drooping slightly. It would’ve been horrifically crippling to a human, and I struggled to understand how he could be up and around at all.
The first thing that burst out of my
“Let me…” I murmured. My hand snaked between us to the hard ridge that strained against his jeans, but he pulled my wrist firmly over my head again, effectively trapping it against the other one in a show of dominance.
He stopped drinking long enough to offer me a wicked grin. “Hush now, I’m taking what I need.” His teeth plunged back into me the same instant a rough finger parted my slick folds, and my head fell back with a ragged moan. The urge to sink my fangs into the strong cords of his neck became almost unbearable, but that would negate the entire reason for doing this.
My arms shook with the effort to keep from touching him but he kept me pinned to the wall. I probably could’ve torn myself free, I was still stronger than he was when it came to brute strength, but I sensed he had something to prove, as he had in the dream. Only this time I wasn’t torn away just as it started to get good.
This time his talented hands wove a spell over me in a pulsing counterpart to the ecstasy of his mouth until my body quaked and shuddered again and again. The tremors went on and on as he relentlessly stroked and teased and pinched until I begged him to stop, unable to take the keen pleasure anymore without unraveling altogether. Still, he didn’t withdraw, his touch only growing lazier and lazier, guiding me gently back to my senses, leaving me shaken and drained as his tongue rasped against the twin wounds at my throat.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, once I could form complete words again.
“I wanted to give you something in exchange for what I took.”
I smiled weakly at that, biting my lip against the moan that threatened to escape as he withdrew his hand. My knees instantly buckled, and his expression turned to worry.
“I didn’t take too much, did I?”
“No, that’s not the reason why my legs are so shaky.”
“Guess I done my job right then, yeah?” He beamed with smug male satisfaction.
I ’d let him take more than I’d originally intended, but he needed it more than I did. There was bagged blood stored back at the house or I could always hunt later if necessary. What surprised me was his control. When I’d first tasted Bishop’s blood, the only reason I’d stopped was because he’d forced me to. Some Sire I turned out to be. If Rob hadn’t stopped voluntarily, I might’ve let him drain me dry, too caught up in the sensations to say boo.
“Give me a few minutes and we’ll see what I can do about returning the favor,” I smiled lazily, but Laveda’s phone chirped in my pocket and I was reminded that we didn’t have the leisure of rolling around in bed all night. There was a single text message from Marcus on the display.
Mason’s awake.
Chapter Six
Rob gained a lot more confidence as the night wore on and with the influx of my blood and I could see a difference in the way he moved. Always stealthy and agile, he now moved with a preternatural grace that lent a poetry to his actions which I found particularly appealing. The doubts and insecurities that plagued him upon first rising were nowhere in sight as he guided me into the house, his every muscle coiled and ready for danger.
The whole family was gathered inside – Marcus, Maggie, Gunnar, even Jenessa was still there – surrounding Mason, who reclined on the couch.
“Sorry if I don’t get up, I’ve had a bitch of a day,” he quipped with a ghost of his old humor and I tried not to let my shock show too much on my face. His entire left side was riddled with ropey burn scars, the flesh mottled and scaly . It continued along his neck and up the side of his face where his close cropped beard was all but burned away, one eyelid drooping slightly. It would’ve been horrifically crippling to a human, and I struggled to understand how he could be up and around at all.
The first thing that burst out of my
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