His rhythm turns wild, grip bruising as he chases his release, determined to make me squirt again. His dominance demands my surrender, and I give it willingly.
The sounds I make are dirty, raw, and most definitely not human anymore. My throat is hoarse from screaming his name, my body a trembling mess of pleasure and need.
"Take my cum, Angel. Every. Fucking. Drop."
"Yes." The word falls from my lips like a prayer. "Give it to me. Please."
His growl reverberates through my entire body as his thrusts become more forceful, his cock swelling larger inside me."Fuuuck!"
He roars as he floods me, hot ropes of cum marking me as his. His grip bruises my hips as he empties himself, his essence claiming me completely. "Fuckingshit."
His cum drips down my thighs, hot and thick—evidence of our wild coupling.
In a blur, we're on the bed, my back pressed to his chest as he trails possessive kisses along my shoulder and fresh bite mark. Just as exhaustion starts to pull at me, his deep voice rasps against my neck.
"Not-uh, baby." His fingers find my nipple, teasing it to a hard peak as his cock lays hard against my ass. "That was just round one. You've got a week of denial to make up for, and I'm nowhere even close to being done with this sweet ass."
My body ignites at his words, already craving more.
What have I unleashed?
Lucian
44
Voices fade in and out like a poorly tuned radio. Red and blue lights strobe across the shattered glass, each flash sending daggers through my skull. A penlight burns my retinas as someone keeps asking questions I can't process.
Blood trickles down my face. The steering column pins me like a bug in a display case—dashboard crumpled around my legs. Every breath tastes like copper and gasoline.
"Sir, can you hear me?" A female officer crouches by the wreckage, her name plate reading 'Perez.' "The Fire department's en route. Just stay still."
Seraphina. Her empty seat mocks me, airbag deflated and blood-stained. They took her. Those bastards took my angel.
I try to move, but my body screams in protest. Glass crunches with every slight shift, embedded in my skin like thorns.
"Don't move," Officer Perez warns, her hand on my shoulder. "You're wedged in pretty tight. It's a miracle you're even conscious."
Miracle. Right. If she only knew what real miracles looked like.
And I just let one slip through my fingers. Images flash through my mind—Dani's torture, Lilith's cruelty, what that psychotic bitch might be doing to my angel cake right now. Bile rises in my throat, rage burning hotter than the gasoline pooling under the wreck.
How many minutes have I wasted trapped in this metal coffin? How many hours of head start have I given them?
That gravelly voice echoes in my skull:"Lilith sends her regards."Something familiar scratches at my memory, like a record needle stuck in a groove. I've heard that sadistic voice and felt that presence. But where?
"Can you tell me your name, sir?" Officer Perez's voice fades beneath the approaching wail of sirens. Red emergency lights paint the wreckage in hellish hues as firefighters swarm the scene.
"Move."
"Out of the way."
Two men approach the vehicle. Metal screams against metal. The jaws of life tear through the car like it's made of paper, each second an eternity while my angel slips further away. Finally, the door gives. I spill out onto blood-slicked asphalt, limbs trembling. Paramedics descend like vultures. Penlight beams stabbing my eyes. Their pulses thunder in my ears—strong, vital, precisely what I need. The hunger rises, primal and vicious.
The first medic never sees it coming. My fangs tear through his carotid like wet tissue paper. Hot blood floods my mouth, sweet and rich with adrenaline. Bones knit, wounds seal as I drink deep.
Screams erupt. The female EMT tries to run. I catch her quickly, dragging her down. Her blood tastes like fear and cherry lip gloss.
Two officers fall next, their service weapons useless against vampire speed. Four bodies drain dry at my feet, their life essence burning through my veins like liquid fire.
