I was rough with her tonight, but fuck, did she have it coming. And if anything, I know she enjoyed that punishment more than I did. She knows exactly how to push my buttons and get a rise out of me, and I'm starting to think she enjoys my punishments more than she lets on.
She's perfect, absolutely fucking perfect, and she's mine.
Mine to protect, to possess, to cherish. And yeah, to punish when she needs it. Truth be told, she loves our little games of cat and mouse, the way I mete out my brand of rough justice for her bratty stunts. The fear, the excitement, the pure, raw need that sparks between us... It's a heady fucking drug, one we're both addicted to.
I won't give up our play, but perhaps I can devise other ways to get her attention to keep things fresh and exciting without pushing her too far.
Dani stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips as she snuggles closer, her hot cunt rubbing against my thigh. My cock twitches, hardening instantly at her touch, and I know I'm a goner. It's her fault—fucking hell, for being so goddamn irresistible.
I ease Dani onto her back, my body sliding between her thighs like it belongs there. Her tits catch the moonlight, perfect fucking globes begging for my attention. I can't resist. My mouth latches onto one nipple, then the other, teeth grazing and tongue swirling. She moans in her sleep, a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my cock.
I reach between us, brushing her silky petals, the wetness from our earlier activities still coating her sensitive skin. I groan as the smell of our joined arousal hits me, that musky, intoxicating scent that's purely us.
I position my cock at her entrance, feeling a jolt of pure, primal satisfaction as I sink into her heat. Closing my eyes, I rock gently into her, savoring the tight, wet clasp of her walls.
I start moving, slow and deep, savoring every inch of her. Dani stirs, those golden eyes blinking open to find me above her, already buried balls-deep inside her.
"Sorry to wake you, baby," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her sleep-mussed hair and flushed cheeks. "Just had to be inside you again—can never get enough of you."
Her lips curl into a smirk, that sass I love so much shining through even in her half-awake state. "Mmm, insatiable Viking," she purrs, arching into me. "Good thing I love being your personal midnight snack."
I crush my mouth to hers, fucking her with my tongue the same way I'm fucking her pussy. She moans into the kiss, the sound shooting straight to my balls.
Fuck, I'm in deep—head over heels for this incredible, infuriating woman. And the thought of losing her, of anyone taking her from me... It's enough to make my blood run cold.
But right now, with her wrapped around me, taking me so perfectly, nothing else matters. It's just us, lost in each other, exactly where we belong.
Ilean back in my chair, Dani's perfect ass nestled in my lap, as we listen to this clusterfuck of the situation unfold. My hand rests possessively on her hip, fingers itching to slide under that tight tank top that's teasing me with just a hint of her cleavage.
Fuck, I can barely focus on the meeting with her body pressed against me like this.
Alaric, that stone-faced British prick who could cut glass with his accent, leans forward. "What the hell do we know about this bastard right now?"
Alaric's power is one of old—Blood Alchemy. A unique ability to transform the blood they consume into potent elixirs or potions, granting temporary enhancements or abilities to themselves or others. Handy trick, but it doesn't make him any less of a prick.
Brandon, the wolf sheriff Erik dragged in from New York, answers grimly. "Only that the asshole has the Soul Stone stolen from the Area Sixteen Cascade Command, Sheriff Liam Carter."
"So that's the sorry son of a bitch I nearly cooked alive," Emily says with a sly grin.
Vivienne, a redheaded vamp with a glare that could melt steel, arches a brow. "You're certain it was them, and they did, in fact, give him the stone?"
Vivienne, a descendant of Henry VIII, has the unique ability of Memory Harvesting. This ability allows her to extract and absorb specific memories from victims with a mere touch, allowing the vampire to relive moments or gain knowledge. It's useful but creepy as hell if you ask me.
Brandon nods, looking like he's just chugged a gallon of piss. "Yeah. Word has spread through all the packs like wildfire. The bastard's got his power back."
I tighten my grip on Dani, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Fuck. This is one hell of a mess we've landed in.
Lucian, ever the tactful fucker, chimes in with his usual charm. "Well, shit. I was hoping these dogs weren't stupid enough to just hand over their one bargaining chip to that fuckwad."
Brandon growls, a low rumble of warning that raises the hair on the back of my neck.
Lucian, grinning like the maniac he is, holds up his hands. "Sorry, buddy. No offense. You seem like a good dude. Maybe we can grab a drink later and swap some war stories. I've got a great one about a were-chihuahua and a vampire stripper..."
I roll my eyes, tuning out my brother's incessant fucking rambling. It's been a hell of a week, with Erik and Lucian dragging in every supernatural asshole they could find. Dani and Seraphina are turning Lucian's gym into their personal fight club, and Emily and Sable play supernatural telephone to rally the covens.
Now we've got Ayla, some witch with more power than sense, and Alaric and Vivienne, Lucian's UK cronies, joining our merry band of misfits.
It's a start.
