He’d nearly lost her, before they’d even had a chance to make something for themselves. Whatever she wanted from him, for the rest of time, was hers.
Luna chuckled. A husky, life-giving sound that burrowed right into him and set his heart to pounding.
Her power skimmed over his skin, healing his various wounds as she placed a tender kiss against his ear. “I accept your gift,” she whispered.
Without warning, she shoved him, his back hitting the platform with a thud. She climbed over his gargantuan body, her soft curves pressing into him. Careful of his size, he settled a hand over her thighs, his thumb straying up to stroke her lush arse. She moaned, spread dainty hands across his chest, and licked the spot over his heart.
Brand jerked when Luna’s fangs sank into the flesh there and a wave of rapture followed the sting, crashing over him as she drank—not at all like when he’d been the one to force them into himself. He writhed beneath her, helpless not to when met with her little mewls of pleasure, the pull of her lips.
All thoughts emptied out of his mind when she rubbed herself against his abdomen with a slow, sensuous roll of her body. Then another.
All but one.
Feet planted to the floor, he willed his change, using what little focus he had left to slow his breaths. Bones snapped as they shrank. His head ached as his horns reverted to their normal state, three sets into one. He clenched his teeth as his fangs disappeared back into bruised gums.
Brand wanted to enjoy herfully.
A rumbling growl escaped him when he was finally back to himself and his lesser size meant her center was pressed directly over the hard length of his cock, still grinding against him.
Brand might have preferred managing the situation—learning her on his terms and ensuring she was sated, drinking in her gratification to feed his own—but her pleasure was his, and it didn’t matter how she received it. He was a willing tool, delighted to be used by her, requiring nothing in return to feel content to his very marrow.
With a rasping moan, he latched on to her wide hips. She whimpered and scraped her nails over his chest in response, up the sides of his neck, fisting his hair tight to leverage her body. The sting only added to his own satisfaction, multiplied by the hard tips of her breasts digging in and dragging against him while she moved.
She picked up speed, and he groaned, “Take from me. Everything. It’s yours.”
Brand wasn’t sure whether to rejoice or lament the fact when she detached her fangs from him and reared back, rising above him. He reveled in the stain of red on her lips, the trail of his blood down her chin, dripping with every one of her thrusts.
She was wild. Feral. Perfect.
Her hands left him to grab hold of her own breasts, plucking at her taut nipples through the thin fabric. The reminder that she went bare beneath her clothes did nothing to help his own composure.
“Fuck.” His balls tightened, and Brand clenched his teeth, breathing through the tension gathering at the base of his spine, the building need to release.
She went taut, silent, a deep furrow in her brows as her mouth fell open on a silent scream.
“Look at me.”
It was a reflex to demand it, but Brand gasped when she instantly obeyed.
He still held the control. Could still worship her, command her, and nothing was lost in their positioning.
Lunara came apart with a keening cry, her hooded eyes locked on his as she jerked and spasmed.
Yes.He would have her know who laid beneath her, aware of his submission as she extracted her bliss. It wasn’t something he gave lightly. No one else had ever received this surrender from him, this yielding. It was hers—only hers—and he wanted her tosee it.
His lips peeled back as he ground himself against her. Harder, faster. Drawing out her pleasure, fingers sunk so deep into the lush flesh of her hips, her thighs, that he was sure to leave bruises.
He’d gift her more of his blood, kiss each one away later. She would want for nothing ever again.
Brand flipped their positions as she sagged, pressing her languid body into the cool stone and seizing her lips with his before tearing away and standing. He wanted to behold her before he ravaged her. To take in the way her ruined dress had tangled up around her thighs, the way her flushed skin refracted the light and sent faint opal rainbows back at him. The way her chest rose and fell on heavy breaths, alive.
He needed more, to reassure himself. Needed to taste the life in her sweet cunt. Watch it twitch and drip. Feel her wrapped around his tongue, his fingers, his?—
Lunara curled up on her side with a yawn, the exquisite hills and valleys of her curves on display as her delicate hands cushioned her head and she went lax. Fast asleep, just like that.
Brand huffed a laugh, even as tears welled.
One long lock of chestnut hair flowed over her cheek, the rest of the wild mass spread over the platform behind her, and he bent to sweep it away.
