That should terrify me, but hovering on the edge like this with his shaft buried deep inside me, all it does is excite me. Makes me squeeze tight around him until I feel he might be trapped there.
He groans. His harsh pants come rough against my ear. “It is so hard to resist you, Yalina.”
So he is affected by this like I am? It’s a relief. I had thought him so composed. Only now I start to see signs of his control waning. His muscles tense, his jaw is tight. Every thrust seems to be costing him. “Please, Aurelion. You need it too. Cum with me.”
Suddenly he speeds up. His thrusts become desperate; each one slaps roughly into my flesh with an audible sound. I’m shaken over and over, and within my body pleasure finds a new height to climb to.
Reaching between us, he rubs that place at the apex of my cunt, and I moan. With his shaft inside me and his touch there, I’m shattered almost instantly. I cry out as the pleasure reaches a peak. Aurelion growls in satisfaction. He keeps thrusting, holding the pressure on my little nub until he has wrung every drop of it from me. By then he’s shaking.
His head drops low. Sweat beads on his brow. He is panting.
“Pull my hair,” he whispers gruffly. “Command me to let go. Do not be gentle with me.”
My eyes widen, but I do what he says, sliding my hand to the back of his neck. I take a fistful of hair and yank hard. He groans. “Again.”
Then I pull his head close to mine even as he continues pumping into me. I whisper. “Do it. Let go.”
A tremor runs through him. He lets out a howl. Then he slams inside me and holds there. Pushing my head to one side, he exposes my neck. I have only a moment to notice the flare of amber in his eyes and the way his teeth lengthen, dripping with venom. Then he darts forward, closing his jaw around my neck, and there’s a searing pain.
It is followed so closely by the most soaring pleasure I have ever felt that I’m breathlessly floating on a tide of feeling. Somewhere distant and way below me I feel his cock pump warm seed into my body, pulsing over and over with hot spend until he finally releases me.
I fall, tumbling through clouds of foggy nothing until I find myself once more in his arms, pinned down by his body.
He leans over me, watching me carefully, almost fearfully. “Do not be angry with me, rhkash.”
I stare at him open mouthed. How am I supposed to be when he has bitten me despite saying he would not.
Before I can stop him or say anything, he leans in and licks over the wound, sending another shiver of pleasure through me.
I gasp.
“Shhh. See? No harm done.”
When I reach up to touch my neck I cannot feel the bite mark, but brushing my fingertips across the place sends a spark of awareness through me.
I let him roll us over and collect me in his arms, petting my back and hair, soothing me. All the while there is a tempest inside my mind. What does this mean? Am I his now?
That seems so unfair. I did not choose it. I cannot let him do this to me.
But if the deed is done and I cannot get out of it, then what will complaining do?
On that chilling thought, I extract myself from his arms and adjust my dress. “What happens now?” I am surprised at how calm my voice comes out.
“I told you, Yalina. The mating bite—”
I glare at him. “Then you did it. Even though I told you not to.”
He gets up and suddenly he is looming over me, advancing, giving me no room to retreat. He takes hold of my throat—gently—and with his thumb he caresses the place he bit me.
I wince, expecting pain, but instead a raw burst of pleasure makes my knees weak. “What have you done?”
“You are mine. You will see.”
“It is supposed to be my choice!” I hear how childish that sounds even as I say it. Like a young girl stamping her foot at fate.
Aurelion merely rubs the place again, almost making me forget myself. “Then choose. Choose me. I have chosen you.”
Mustering what strength I have, I push hard, breaking away from him. “Perhaps I will choose no one. Men—males—you are all impossible!”
