Chapter 10
With Bite and Blood
Anna watched as Conor tested the tea with his fingers. Slowly, he poured a little in her belly button, and she let out a shaky breath. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed with desire as he licked her stomach. His eyes sparkled with unabashed lust while he drank from her. He lifted his head, brought the cup to his lips and sipped, holding the warm tea in his mouth.
Anna parted her legs. He set the cup down and climbed between her thighs. She gasped when he drizzled the warm tea from his mouth onto her sex. He spread her wider, his tongue flicking over her swollen clitoris.
“Yes,” she groaned. She grabbed a handful of his black hair and rocked her hips upward to meet his face. He sucked and licked the sensitive bundle, but she wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted him to feed from her juices, to drink her deeply and make her a part of him. She pushed his head down further between her thighs as she moved against him. Conor didn’t need any further prompting. He looped her knees over his shoulders, lifting her lower body up slightly off the bed, and delved his tongue inside her slick channel.
Anna crooned with pleasure as he thrust inside her, fucking her with his mouth. His tongue hit the sweet spot, and every surge brought her closer to another orgasm. Blood rushed away from her arms and legs, leaving her extremities cooler, but her stomach, her groin, and her thighs were boiling points of her desire.
Colors became brighter as the dimness of the room sharpened into focus. Aromas became more pungently fragrant. She sat up, her nails lengthening, her face widening, bones elongating and thickening with change. A low growl tore from her lips as Conor jerked his head back. She could see his face had widened as well—his half-form surfacing.
Anna’s mating impulse strengthened to an almost obsessive fervor. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before—not even when he’d changed her. It physically hurt not to have him inside her. The strength of the mating call frightened her as the aching pit inside her pleaded to be satiated.
“What is this?” she asked him.
Conor’s eyes had changed, going full on wolf-amber. He sniffed at the air, his claws digging hard into her thighs, hard enough to make her cry out.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice taking on an alien quality.
His words triggered a visceral reaction in Anna. She surged forward, shoving Conor to his back. The smaller pillows, now at her feet, tumbled sideways and knocked over the thermos of tea. She ignored the splash of hot liquid and leapt onto him, straddling his thighs and seating herself on his hard, thickly erect cock. She rejoiced in their joining as his girth stretched and filled every inch of her slick heat.
Conor growled and rolled Anna to her back. He pinned her beneath his massive chest, but didn’t remove himself from inside her. “You are mine,” he whispered harshly.
Anna gulped when his face widened even more and his human canines turned into curved fangs. He lifted his hips, and she could feel his rigid length dragging against the walls of her pussy as he withdrew.
Anna needed to keep him inside her. “No,” she whimpered. The bones in her fingers transformed her hands into claws. She raked his back, gouging his flesh until she smelled his blood. “Please don’t stop.”
“Mine,” he said again, this time louder and more fiercely. He thrust his hips, slamming his length deep inside her.
Through pain and pleasure, Anna cried out. She clung to him, her body begging for more. When his shoulder pressed against her lips, she bit down until his hot blood warmed her mouth.
Conor’s low moan as she tasted his flesh satisfied a dark primal need. Every part of her absorbed heat from him, from the bed, from the air surrounding them until she felt as if she were gasoline and someone had lit a match. She rocked her pelvis into him, matching every driving thrust.
She tore her mouth away from his shoulder. “Oh God!” She could feel him getting larger, stretching her even more. Her body changed again—transforming to accommodate his size. His large, muscular arms slid behind her back, and he scooped her off the bed.
“No!” Anna shouted the protest when he lifted her away from him, effectively removing his cock from her.
Conor’s whole body quivered as he called out, “You belong to me.” He flipped her onto her stomach and looped his arm under her waist. When he raised her ass up and kneed her thighs apart, she sucked in a breath.
He leaned over her back, his breath hot on her neck. “Say it,” he said in a tone that wouldn’t let her argue even if she’d wanted to. He rubbed the massive head of his shaft against her opening.
He’d already claimed her once through bite and blood, and even then it hadn’t felt this primordial. His fangs scraped her ear. “Say it, Anna. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she panted. “Yours, Conor. Only yours.”Claimed!The word rang out in her mind as he slid into her wet pussy with one smooth movement. “Yes,” she said as the breath was forced from her lungs with each hard, delicious thrust. God! Every inch of him seemed to reach inside Anna and force the rest of the world to disappear. It was only the two of them in this moment. Conor and Anna. The way they should have been over two decades ago. The way they would live now for the rest of their long lives together.
Sweat dampened their skin, easing the slide of his massive chest against her back. She arched to meet each and every brutal stroke. The sound of skin slapping on skin made her feel vividly alive as he ferociously took her.
“Oh God, oh God,” she repeated as pressure and ecstasy brought her to the brink of orgasm. So close. It wouldn’t take much to put her over the edge, but it still felt like something was holding her back, holding them both back from the soul scorching release she instinctively knew their love making could bring. “Conor,” she said, her voice ragged with passion. “Make me yours.”
A vicious snarl ripped from his lips, and he did as she commanded. He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh as he held her tight and rammed his cock deep. The pain exploded Anna’s nerve endings and colors once again blossomed brightly in the room.
Pleasure slashed through her senses. She screamed out as wave upon wave of orgasm threatened to split her apart from the inside. Conor thrust quicker, his mouth still latched to her flesh, drinking her climax as if it traveled in blood. Another orgasm hit her like a relentless, raging storm as the first one ebbed. Her cries echoed off the concrete walls of the den. When it began to fade, she tried to push away from him, worried she’d disappear completely in a frenzy of ecstasy.
“Not done,” Conor growled through teeth still firmly planted in her shoulder. He yanked her hips up higher, shifting more as he slid back deep inside her drenched pussy. “So wet,” he muttered. “So fucking wet and hot.”
The liquid heat between her thighs grew molten as, impossibly, her pleasure flowered once more. She braced one hand against the cold concrete wall, and with the other she pushed herself up and back. She turned her head, but he was too close for her to see.
