“Yeah,” she breathed, nipping her lips over mine. “Me neither. Weird, right?”
Nope, not weird. The bond. It had taken control. Our inhibitions flitted away like leaves in the wind.
I just hoped once we’d done this, it would diminish the need we both felt. I also hoped Izzy would understand, when I explained what was happening to us… later. I needed her to understand, but I feared she wouldn’t. I was a nobody, completely unworthy of a woman like her.
Izzy pulled off her sweatshirt, then lifted away the strappy little top beneath, revealing the swollen, perky lushness of her chest.
All rational thought fled my mind.
My hands swept up to feel her fullness and she moaned, long and loud, head lolling back.
I raked my teeth over her neck, feeling my canines elongate, knowing I’d bite her if she didn’t stop me.
Luckily one of her hands slipped into my pants, wrapping silken fingers around my cock. “Fuck me!” she groaned.
I forgot all about her pounding pulse as my own thundering heart pushed every last drop of blood into my dick.
We stripped, fast and dirty.
Her legs wrapped around me as I lifted her, pressing her back to the rough bark of the tree again. She didn’t seem to mind.
I speared my cock into her and she moaned as her lips crashed to mine.
She ground down. I bucked up. Our raw need drove us together, and with the bond clawing at us, it didn’t take us long to reach a peak.
She came with gasping, shivering delight. Her pussy clamped around my cock, demanding my release. I had no choice. I pulsed my heat into her as I joined her in astunning orgasm, our bodies locked together and shaking as our bond satisfied its hunger.
“God, you feel so damned good,” she breathed. She licked my jaw, then nibbled on my ear. A hard shiver wracked her body.
My lips found their way back to her neck again. My sexual need had been sated, but I had a second hunger burning inside me. I licked her pulse, feeling it pound.
I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. But Spirits I needed to drink from her!
She moaned.
I took that as permission — even if some part of me knew she had no clue what was about to happen — and sank my teeth into her.
Heaven.
IZZY
A whole newworld of pleasure had opened up for me as somedeepcraving for this man sighed with relief and release.
That was probably why I didn’t freak out when Myel bit me.
Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. After the initial shock and pinch of pain… I didn’t feel much. In fact, it was kind of hot. And with our bodies still locked together, my bliss spiked. A second orgasm swept through me, the relaxing, soothing kind: like sinking into a warm bath, all my cares floating away.
And given how Myel hummed and groaned, it was good for him too. His cock pulsed with renewed vigor inside me.
And that’s when it hit me: he wasn’t wearing a condom.
Fuck!
It was a testament to how good I felt that I didn’t immediately freak out and push Myel away. It was a slower reaction, a squirming in my gut which grew as my pleasure ebbed. It wasn’t like stopping Myel now would help, the damage was done.
“Ah… Myel?” I said, when I started feeling a bit… drained.
Hearing his name seemed to startle him and he drew back, covering his mouth with shock and shame. “S-sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry!”
