“You know what I want.”
Finishing in my mouth would be a waste. Normally, I wouldn’t mind. We could always have a round two and have him finish in a different hole. But Vincent could be back from his scouting any minute, so there wasn't much time to fuck away. Plus, he was right. I was close to a heat cycle and felt the urge to make use of every drop of his cum I could, even if we were in a dreamscape where it couldn’t do much good. It didn’t matter. I needed it on a level that threw all reason out the window.
Eros’ eyes narrowed, and his chest heaved with labored breaths. “Greedy girl.” With his hand still in my hair, he yanked me to my feet.
With his fist clenched around the chain still wrapped around my throat, he tugged on it like a leash, and forced me to crawl toward the other end of the room to the stainless steel table pushed up against the wall. He yanked me to my feet by my hair, and with a sweep of his arm, he sent all his tools clattering to the floor.
"I'm going to make this hurt." He bent me over the table, my belly flat against the cold metal. Draping himself over me, he braced a hand on the table beside my head. The sight of my mating mark on his palm sent a shiver straight to my pussy.
"But that's just because I know my mate is such a whore for pain. And since you've been such a good little fuck doll, that's exactly what I'm going to give you."
With a heavy boot, he kicked my stance wide, and pushed himself inside.
Chapter twelve
Dark Intruder
Thesharppainofhis invasion knocked a cry from my lips. My head kicked back and the chain around my throat rattled.
He was so huge. I could feel him in my throat. I wondered if that was just another element he added to the dream. I felt so full.
Eros brought his muscled heat against my back, caging me against the table with his body. “You hear that?”
My eyes shuttered as I listened carefully. Heaving, lecherous breathing—the low, fragmented grunts of dozens of males... pleasuring themselves.
“Every creature in this place wants to watch you get eaten.”
The scent of horny males clogged my nose, making my head go dizzy, but then there was Eros’ scent, more powerful and dominant in its masculinity, pulling me right back to full awareness, demanding every sliver of my attention.
He pulled out of me, and I cried at the loss. He shoved back inside me, another scream knocking from my lips as he came back like a fucking battering ram—his pace slow but unforgiving.
The slap of skin and rough breathing drowned out the other males. Eros' hand came around to encircle my throat over the chain, squeezing until pinpoints dotted my vision.
“Are you scared?” His voice was as dark and as deep as the grave.
“No.”
“You should be. I hold your future in my hand. I can deem you too dangerous for the coven, and I can keep you here. Safe. And all mine.” His fingers dropped from my throat to my chest, tracing the letters as they began to heal.
His mouth skimmed over my shoulder, and he began to lick his mark. “My little pet, to fuck and fill whenever I damn please.”
This male felt so good inside me. My need for his release was like a drug, shooting straight into my brain. “I don’t give a shit what you do to me, mate. So long as you give me your seed,” my monster purred.
The next thing I knew, his fangs were skimming over my shoulder. He was going to bite me.
“Don’t cover the priest’s marks!” That more delicate, human side of myself knew that even if he dared cover my other mates' marks, it wouldn’t be permanent. But I still couldn’t bear the thought of them being erased, even in a game of pretend.
“I won’t,” he assured me, his bloody mouth pressing an oath-like kiss to my temple. My heart rate spiked when his hand dropped between my legs, fingertips teasing where we were connected before finding Vin’s mark. “But I promise you this. If Feral doesn’t wake the fuck up and do right by you, I'll cover his mark with my own the second you’re back home.”
And like that, the dark little roleplay we’d been playing was over. The stark reality of our situation came crashing back, and I never felt so desperate to have Eros close to me because I wasn’t sure I’d be coming home at all.
“Bite me,” I begged him in a voice drawn thin with fear and desperation.
I didn’t have to ask twice. The pain was sharp and sudden at first, then melted into molten ecstasy as he pounded out both our releases.
Our climax was tangled together, sweaty, urgent, and cloying as unholy pleasure sent us both crashing over the brink. Even as he came, he still drilled a dozen or so more thrusts inside me, hips battering against my sore flesh.
“Eros—Bloody—God.Yes.”
