As much as it tore me apart, I couldn’t deny the devastating beauty of her, suspended, vulnerable, and drenched in want. I could smell her arousal in the air, thick and heavy, making my mouth water with the desire to taste her. To make her scream underneath me.
I swallowed hard.Control. I needed control.
She had to learn. She had to experience how I was feeling so she could understand.
I wanted her writhing as she begged for me. I wanted her to need me so much she couldn't even think of leaving me behind.
I was going to prove to her why we were mates and why she was going to bend for me.
Being a glutton for punishment, I held my ground, watching her writhe against the vines holding her in place, her face the very definition of bliss. Pure, drugged pleasure carved into every line of her expression.
Van was holding his own. His tongue flicked over her clit with practiced precision, making her voice raw with those throaty moans that curled around my spine and squeezed. He moved back and forth, licking at her like a starving man, devouring every drop of her pleasure like it would save him.
From where I stood, I had the full view. His back bent backward, chest rising and falling as he swallowed her down. His cock was still hard, even after he came in her mouth. His hands spread her thighs wider as he kissed and bit at the soft flesh, catching a breath only to dive back in like he couldn’t stay away.
Her cries melted into the dark early morning air, soft and soaked with desperation. Her wings fluttered now and then, involuntarily. Every twitch told me he was hitting all the right spots. She hung there, panting, moaning, dripping like a ripe peach begging to be plucked.
Every cell in my body shook. The beast in me growled, clawing at the walls of my control, screaming totake her. Van needed a reminder that he wasn't the only one who could turn her inside out. Just because he had her cunt on his lips didn’t mean he owned her. There were other ways to burn my claim into her.He doesn’t get to have it all.
Before I even realized it, I blurred forward, slipping past the vines holding her.
With my chest against her wings, my hand clamped around her throat, I silenced her cry before it could hit the air. “Now, it’s my turn,” I snarled, my breath hot against her skin.
Yanking her head to the side, I slammed my fangs into her neck.
The first draw of blood sent lightning through my veins. Sweet. Spicy. Electric. Addictive. Her pulse thudded against my tongue, thick and strong, and I swore I could feel her magic threading into mine. My eyes rolled back, my cock so hard I thought it might snap in half.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking against Van’s face like she was unraveling from both ends.
“Harder,” she whispered, breath ragged. “More. Take it all.”
I dug deeper, my teeth slicing wider into her neck. She moaned, long and low, like I’d given her exactly what she wanted.
What the fuck?
This wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be rough, punishing, a message. My anger, my dominance, our unmistakable bond, but she flipped it, turning pain into pleasure and pulling the control right out from under me.
My cock slid between her cheeks, and she pushed back into me, begging without words. Her body knew what it wanted, and it was all of us.
I tore out of her neck, my fangs leaving a jagged mess behind. Her pale skin was streaked in crimson now, blood trailing down her collarbone like art, and everything inside me roared for more.
Swiping my hand up her throat, I gathered as much blood as I could before spitting the contents of my mouth into my palm. Then I gripped myself, slicking my cock in her thick ruby essence.
When I yanked her head back by her hair, she hissed, eyes blazing. Van moved like he might intervene, but she snapped, “Don’t you dare! I can handle him.”
Her scent hit me again, sweet, musky, addictive. It was the scent of my salvation. “Are you sure about that, darling?”
That was the only warning she got before I positioned myself and rammed my blood-slicked cock into her ass. She screamed, guttural and wild.
“Keep going, Van,” I called over her cries, staying buried deep, letting her body adjust for a moment before I began to drive into her.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“You feel that, Ni?” I growled, hoping that she finally understood. “You can deny it with your words, but it’s here.” I pressed a bloodied hand to the small of her back, resting my head between her shoulder blades. “I feel it here.” Our bond, the one that said we were meant for each other.
