He might not know it, but I sure as scorch did.
“Don’t you dare be sweet to me,” I snapped.
He laughed darkly in my ear, his breath hot and enticing along its shell.“Oh no, I wouldn’t think of it.”
I slapped his shoulder as hard as I could.His next thrust hitched but then he continued.
I actually sighed inside in relief.
I’ve lost my damn mind.
“I mean it.I’m only screwing you ’cause it’s better than feeding from you, and I’m hungry.”
“Of course you’re hungry.You haven’t eaten in at least six days.”
Six days?I attempted quick math, but his cock was too magnificent, and he too skilled at stabbing me with it.I couldn’t even remember how many days I began with for Kemuel’s spell.
“You know,” Alobaz said on a thrust and a grunt.
The head of his dick jabbed against that spongy spot along my inner walls—and my mind blanked.
He did it again and again and again.Warmth was pooling inside me.
Rapidly, I blinked in an attempt to clear my head of its current rapture.I can’t climax with my mortal enemy, dammit!Screwing him was one thing.A need that had to be satiated this way or with feeding from his vein, and that would never happen.
But to actually be vulnerable with him so as to allow myself to explode, well, that couldn’t happen.It just couldn’t.
You shouldn’t have started all this by impaling yourself on his dick, then, Sora, my voice of reason chided from what felt like very far away.
A tear of fabric snapped me out of myself.Alobaz was propped onto his hands to either side of my waist.My corset lay ripped open beneath me.
Unreasonably enthralled, I watched the muscles of his forearms ripple and bulge as he tore at my skirt.It fell away as his mouth twisted in concentration, his hair sliding free of its leather queue.His hair was a wild, golden nimbus around his head as he stared fiercely down at me.His eyes, the ferocious expression on his face, were wilder still.
All at once, I lay fully nude beneath him—save for my lace-up boots.Though no whore I’d ever met wore a fae-warrior’s boots, I wouldn’t go anywhere without mine—not on purpose, anyway.
Alobaz licked his lips, devouring me with his gaze.A sheen of sweat coated his face and what was exposed of his body, making his skin appear dewy, steamy.His pants bunched around his knees; his shirt hung from his elbows.
He licked his pillowy lips another time, reminding me of a hungry wolf about to feast.Pinned down by his strong body, I couldn’t help but squirm, wanting the wolf.Wantinghim.Wanting it all—even as a tiny, distant voice cautioned that I wasn’t allowed to have what I wanted.I never had been.
“You must be the most breathtaking woman our world has ever seen in all its long history,” he said, his tone pitched in awe.
I was used to men lusting after me.It was a constant.When those others did, though, it felt different from this.
He sank onto his forearms and rolled his hips, pushing himself so deep into me, then holding there, his tip so far inside me I could sense its energy, how close he was to his own release.
“I mean what I said,” he added.
He rolled his hips again and again, slowly now, savoring.The frenzy had passed.His eyes, before glazed, fevered even, were now a clear, impossibly deep ocean.
My desperation had quelled some too—so long as he wasn’t going anywhere.Which meant the thrall of my hunger no longer served as an excuse.
I should stop what I was doing immediately.
I didn’t.Of course I didn’t.Stopping was the very last thing I wanted to do.Continuing was all that felt right and good in a world so full of shit it could bury a person alive.
What he said … right.
“What’d you say?”I asked.
