Then … she looked from him to the blood on her fingertip, and then to him again.
Holding his stare, her fangs dragging along her plump lower lip, she plunged her finger—his blood, a part of him—deep inside her.
When she threw her head back and leaned more heavily into her one arm, her skirts shifted.
He caught a glimpse of a dusting of soft, dark hair—and of her hand pushing her finger—and his blood, his fucking blood—deeper inside her.
He was frozen in place.He wouldn’t have abandoned the room, abandonedher, if it had been on fucking fire.A squadron of enraged dragons wouldn’t have been able to drag him away.
When she next moaned, her breasts bobbed—yearning to break free of their restraints, he thought.
Before he knew what he was doing, he discovered himself moving, and he didn’t bother trying to stop himself.There was no halting what she’d set in motion.Not that he wanted to.
All he wanted in that moment washer.
His prisoner.
The very physical embodiment of temptation.
He observed his actions as if from afar.However much he would feelher, it wouldn’t be enough.Never enough.
Somehow, somewhere, he already knew that.He didn’t know who she was, had no idea of her name or origins, but he already knew.
He had to have her.
Had to make herhis.
Only his.
He heard himself growling, “You’re mine,” as he slid her finger from inside her, pushed her down onto the bed, and straddled her waist—where just days ago he’d sliced her open; pink welts remained.
Her eyes were blown wide, devouring his as he sucked her wet and glistening finger into his mouth.When he mingled her juices with the blood from his lip and sucked some more, she arched her back and moaned loudly enough that surely someone in this wretched castle would hear.
The niggling warnings were too faint to overpower the roaring want in his blood, his body.
His heart.
No!his thoughts warned in one final attempt at reason.She’ll devour your fucking heart and leave it in shredded pieces.
So fucking be it, he replied.He couldn’t help it.He was feeling, and feeling, and feeling … more than he’d felt since Arabella and Carina had been taken from him.More than he’d felt in all the long centuries since.
It was reckless and stupid and foolish, but right then, with her, none of that mattered.
“By the fucking Ethers,” she croaked.“Stuff your dick inside me already before I lose my damn mind.”
He’d well and surely already lost his.
With deft fingers, she undid the laces of his britches, while his cock pulsed with each passing caress of her knuckles.
He sucked on her finger a final time as his dick sprang free.
She hissed.“Dragondamn, man.You’re built to please, alright.”Beneath him, she squirmed.
He would have answered.Probably could have come up with something sly and smoldering to say.
But before he could, before he could prepare himself for the sensation of her sheathing his cock, she pushed him down her body, slid her legs around his, and impaled herself on his shaft before he could process a single fucking thing.
He bent over her chest.“Oh my fucking Fuerin,” he breathed into her neck.
