“You were born to be our mate. Our queen, Ruby. Our fucking savior,” he rasped against my throat.
I whimpered when he dropped his head to my chest and gave his handiwork a kiss. He came back up, lips as red and bloody as his eyes. “I don’t mind sharing you with my brothers, but right now, you’re all mine.”
He tossed the knife to the floor, the clattering of steel against concrete ringing in my ears. His bloody fingers traced the cuts on my chest. I finally looked down to see what he’d carved into my chest.
“Mine,” he repeated, reading the crudely carved word out loud. “All mine.”
His gaze dropped to the three mating marks marring my throat. My bond with Sterling felt so damn cold, so far away.
“Since you’re mine now, maybe I should cover these other mating marks with my own.”
His fingers pulled out of me to stroke Vincent’s claim over my apex and then skimmed his hand up, leaving a path of my own juices over my torso to palm my breast where Corry’s mark sat.
My blood froze, then turned boiling hot as something inside me came surging to life. “Touch them, and you'll regret it.”
He let out a deep, rolling purr as if what I’d said had been roleplay instead of a threat. Because Iwasthreatening him. I knew he was trying to lure my monster out to play, but that part of me didn’t fully understand what was going on. All she heard was another male threatening to erase the marks of her other mate.
“Stay the fuck away from them,” I spat, my voice booming and disembodied.
The vampire took a few steps backward, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He fisted the base of his dick, which was as hard as a rock. He circled behind me like a predator closing in on its prey. He lunged, and I twisted around on my chain just in time to see the glint of his fangs blurring toward my throat.
My monster exploded to the surface, claws bursting from my fingertips, and unbridled strength surged through my limbs. With a jerk of my arms, I snapped the chain holding me and lashed it at him like a whip.
With insane speed, he snatched the chain from the air and gave it a jerk. I stumbled and crashed into his wall of muscle. There was a brief struggle, a tangle of limbs, and a gnashing of fangs. He looped the chain around my neck as he jerked me flush against him for a savage kiss. I sputtered, struggling to breathe. His lips curled back into a feral smile. “Thereshe is. My beautiful monster. Just as vicious and wild as I imagined.”
Being with Eros with my darker side in the driver's seat wasn't like how it was with Vincent. We were vampires in our most primal state, seconds from mating. There was always that dance for dominance. Well, maybe not with Corry. Being with the youngblood felt normal, almost like we were human—super horny, freakishly powerful humans, but still human. Sterling and Eros had a way of making me want to submit. Feral didn’t deserve my submission. With him, I was the alpha. Eventually, he’d figure that out and accept it.
With Eros… He knew how to pull, pluck, suck, and fuck every fiber of my being until I submitted.
“That’s a good pet.” Tugging on the chain again, he pulled me in for another kiss before tearing away and pointing at his feet. “Now, be a good girl and get on your knees.”
I obeyed the male. I knew what was coming and I wanted it so bad I would take it where he gave it to me. The concrete bit into my knees as I raised my hands up, wrists still banded together, and took his cock in my fingertips. I peered up at him through my eyelashes to find him staring at me with a wolfish hunger that had my pussy throbbing.
“Open your mouth,” he said softly.
It was brave of him to trust me with this precious part of him, but his confidence wasn't unfounded. He knew he'd won my submission the moment he promised me his cock. I lusted for it too damn much to do anything but worship it.
Taking him to my lips, I ran my tongue under the length of the shaft from his balls to the very tip.
He shivered, and his cock twitched in my hands. “Fuck me.Ruby.”
Dark satisfaction curled in my lower belly, enjoying the way he was reacting to me. I stuck the point of my tongue into the slit of his head, lapping up a bead of precum.
I dragged my claws over his piece, feeling out the veins. They weren’t as pronounced as Feral’s, but they were still there, defined, mouth-watering masculine, and gorgeously obscene.
Then there was his taste. Metallic, smokey, sinful. Good enough to eat.
I sucked him into my mouth, enjoying the way his muscles tensed. His hand flew to my head to fist a handful of my red trusses. The weight of his cock on the flat of my tongue triggered that primal urge, one that questioned why he was buried in the back of my throat and not my pussy.
I had to tell that part of my brain that that part was coming. For now, I’d have my fun teasing him, like he had done with me.
His eyes burned into me, tendons in his neck stretching taught as I raked my fangs over his smooth flesh. “Fuuuck!”
Both his hands were in my hair now, his fingers flexing over my scalp. He was shaking. I kept going, sucking and swallowing, painting sloppy lick after sloppy lick over his length. I feasted it on him, so greedy for every sound he made.
When his thighs trembled, and his hips rocked into me, I knew he was seconds from unloading in my mouth. I pulled back, grinning up at him with a crazed smile. He growled, fingers twisting my hair painfully as he tried to shove my head back onto his cock. I didn't budge.
“Ruby.” A low growl of caution. “You’re not fucking done.”
