Blood dripped onto her lips, but she didn’t move. Her eyes remained closed and her breathing shallow.
“Fuck!” I opened her mouth and created a fist with my hand, dripping blood onto her tongue. “Drink, damn it.”
I couldn’t be certain it would work, but her blood had given me strength, so I hoped mine would do the same for her. I lowered my wrist to her mouth again.
This time, there was movement. At first, it was only the brush of her lips against my wrist. The movement was barely detectable, and I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been watching her so carefully. Then again. More movement. Her eyelids fluttered before closing, and she opened her mouth wider, her tongue darting out to lick at my cut.
“That’s right,” I purred my encouragement, trying to remain calm in spite of my hammering heart. “Drink,” I instructed her again, and this time, she leaned her head forward, her lips sealing around my wrist as she began to suck and take my blood into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praised as I stroked her hair with my other hand. As she drank, color returned to her skin, the pain in my chest beginning to lessen, and soon she was grabbing hold of my arm as she drank greedily. I let her take from me until the pain was gone from my chest, and when I could feel my own strength starting to drain away again, I pulled my wrist away.
Raine’s lips were stained with black, and she blinked up at me with wide eyes like she’d only just realized what she’d been doing. I waited for the look of disgust. Waited for her to recoil from me now that she was lucid, but she surprised me by licking her lips. “Well, I can see now why you wanted blood so badly,” she said with a small grin, and just seeing the life in her eyes made my heart crack with relief.
She took in my position, my body leaning over her and my fingers still tangled in her hair. Lust sparked in her amber eyes, vibrant and wanting, and I couldn’t help myself. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmured, and then I was curving down and pressing my lips to hers, my tongue diving into her mouth like I was desperate to taste my blood on her lips. She returned the kiss, her hands winding behind my back and her nails digging into my shoulder blades. My mouth left hers, and I began kissing down her neck, my movements almost as frantic as when I’d been desperate for her blood.
“I thought I’d killed you,” I said, my voice hoarse as I kissed her collarbone.
Her fingers dived into my hair as I continued to make my way lower. When I lifted the skirt of her dress and began kissing between her thighs, she let out a gasp. “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m bonded to four badass monsters who won’t let me die,” she squeezed out with panting breaths.
“I hope those lucky bastards know what they’re doing,” I commented with a sly smile as I slid her panties down her legs and threw them to the floor. Standing, I undressed, letting her see every inch of my hardened muscles and bare skin, and then I was moving back between her thighs.
When my fingers slid up her center, she was more than ready for me. She sucked in a sharp breath at my touch, her eyes glazing with desire. Leaning down, I grazed my fangs lightly up her thigh as I slid a finger into her, and she trembled at my touch, a moan squeezing from her throat. Fuck, I would worship her.
“They seem to know what they’re doing,” she said breathlessly, and I chuckled darkly.
Moving over her, I teased her with the tip of my hard cock, and she gasped, her legs opening even wider for me. “Fuck me already,” she urged, and I didn’t hold back. My cock glided into her, and her face scrunched with pleasure, her mouth opening like she was letting out a silent scream.So fucking beautiful.Her body felt like it was made for me, and my throat tightened with an unfamiliar emotion. A desperation that I couldn’t quite place. I was still high from having drank her blood, but I knew it was more than that. Her muscles clenched like she was trying to keep me inside her, and I got the distinct feeling that even though I was the one on top, she was the one claiming me. The one accepting me, even after I’d nearly taken her life. Faster I slammed into her.
“You know what I want to hear,” I rasped, and she wet her lips.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Say it.”
“Locke,” she whispered.
Fuck. I loved the sound of my name on her lips as I filled her.
She cried out as she shattered, her nails digging deeper into my back, and I roared as I found my own release, an unusual satisfaction settling over me as I spilled into her.
When we stopped jerking, I slowly pulled out and dropped beside her, staying on my side so we could both fit on the narrow cot. Pulling her to me, I rested my head against her fiery hair and breathed her in. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but this female was saving my dark soul. I already knew she was mine. I’d known it the first time I’d tasted her, though I’d tried to deny it. But it was now that I realized I washerstoo.
Her amber eyes were drowsy as she stared up at me with a smile. “So now about that escape plan…”
CHAPTER 17
~ Raine ~
Idroppedontotheedge of the metal cot and watched as Locke continued circling our cell and checking for weak points. We’d both been over every inch of the space and whenever we touched the walls or the metal bars facing out into the passageway, magic would crackle against our skin, zapping pain up our fingers.
Locke touched a low brick that jutted further out than the others, but he yanked his hand back and cursed a second later.
Leaning my head to one side, I rubbed at my temple and tried not to think about the pulsing pain in my head. Every time I’d touched the enchanted walls, the pain had increased, until it had become a dull ache that never left me.
“Stop,” I told him with a weary sigh. “We’re sealed in. However they’ve enchanted the cell, we’re not getting out until someone opens the door.”
Locke ignored me and kept pacing and prodding the walls, but then he shot to the bars and tried peering down the passageway.
“We’re about to have company,” he growled.
