Page 8 of Forged in Blood


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My eyes roam down to look at the curves all over in the right places. Of course, she’s always wearing a dress or skirt when she’s fucking around me.

Fucking teasing me.

“No worries, Princess, I’m good,” I say, trying to push her away without hurting her.

It gets fucking harder every time since the chemistry is fucking off the charts; it’s insane. The fucking electrical shock sets me on fire.

I stare at her beautiful face, the blue aura, and an ethereal light that I see every time I touch her.

It only means one thing.

She’s my fucking soulmate.

Fucking hell!

I need to resist.

I can’t claim her!

It’s all kinds of wrong.

I don’t want to turn her into a monster..

I don’t want to cause issues with the brothers.

Fuck!

But a soulmate is not an everyday occurrence, more like once in a lifetime.

I turn her around, pushing her against the wall in the dark corner gazing into her lust-filled eyes. I love the lime green eyes; they have gold specks that glow. I feel my soul falling deep into her soul, feeling the connection strengthen each time.

I need to get gone before I do something that I will regret.

I can’t encourage her.

“Blood, why do you push me away,” Wynter asks, moving her hands up my chest.

“You’re too young, Princess,” I say because it’s fucking true.

She’s a fucking baby compared to me. Of fuckingcourse, I get that in the human world; she’s of age, barely nineteen, almost twenty, but I can’t wrap my head around the fact that she’s so damn young in my book.

I’m still holding her hips, leaning in closer to her pussy. I can feel the heat, smell her scent that’s driving me crazy. My cock is throbbing, twitching, and anxious to bury deep inside her sweet pussy.

I’m such an asshole.

I need to pull away and not show her how fucking hard I am for her.

“Blood,” Wynter moans, moving her hands up, encircling my neck, pulling me down.

Fuck!

Her sweet lips burn; the fucking electric shock is intense. I take over the kiss like fucking crazy man, always losing myself in her kiss. Our tongues tangle, desperately I bite her lower lip, sucking on it. Then, finally, I grind my cock into her fucking pussy, fucking going crazy.

This constant making out needs to stop.

I don’t know how I manage to push her away all of the time that we get all tangled.

I gaze into her eyes as I move my hand to grab her ass, grinding my cock against her. I need a taste of her sweet pussy.