ChapterFifty-One
Idon’t think, I only react. I give in to a baser instinct I don’t quite understand, yet I feel completely compelled to follow. Water splashes all around as I surge out of Riall’s lap and leap over him. The aggrieved grunt that sounds in my wake confirms that I might have kicked him in the sack in my effort to flee, but if he thought he could tell me to run and that I’d make it easy for him to catch me, he deserved that cheap shot, fair and square.
I skid on the slippery floor of the washroom and just barely grab the doorframe to help keep me on my feet. I can hear Riall charging out of his massive tub, and urgency slams through me to get away. I pull myself out of the bathing chamber, grateful when my bare feet find a warm rug and traction as I bolt for the door. Unbridled glee surges through me as I close the distance to the exit, and I start thinking of all the places I can hide and all the ways I can elude him. I had no idea being chased would get me this keyed up and excited. It seems I have a lot to learn about being Sanguinna.
I reach for the doorknob, practically ripping the large wood door off the hinges as I pull it open. I give no thought to the fact that I’m dripping wet and completely naked. Or that there’s a prisoner in this house currently being questioned. Riall has somehow triggered this overpowering instinct in me to run, to test his worthiness, and I’m not even tempted to try to fight it.
I get one step out of the door, when an impossibly strong pair of arms wrap around my waist and yank me away from freedom. I squeal with both startled outrage and excitement as my back slams against Riall’s massive chest. His hard cock digs into my ass cheeks, and I do my best to break his hold and drop my weight to throw him off balance. I manage to kick my foot hard against his knee, but all it elicits is a laugh.
A fucking laugh.
I once admitted to Eacon that I held back when I was training with the Scorpions. I lied about not wanting them to know everything I could do just in case I ever needed to use it against them. But as I throw one perfectly executed move after another at Riall, I quickly conclude that he actually has been holding back. The male is a brick wall made for battle. I’m of course not trying to maim him or get my fingers on a weapon and slice him to pieces, but I’m no slouch when it comes to grappling, and I can’t get away from him for anything.
The more I fight to free myself, the more he growls with satisfaction. And the more he growls, the wetter I get. The throbbing need I’m experiencing is making it incredibly hard for me to continue to fight when I’m actually ecstatic for what’s going to happen now that I’m caught.
Riall turns toward the bed across the room, and I’m airborne in the next blink, soaring through the air and onto his soft mattress with a scream that quickly morphs from thrilled to fucked when I remember I left his weapons on the bed. I crash down onto soft pillows and bedding, and thankfully nothing stabs me. I’ve just missed his laid out arsenal. I barely register the cache of blades before Riall is brushing them all to the ground before prowling toward me.
I don’t know if I want to scold him for treating not only his weapons that way, but disrespecting Curio’s unmatched craftsmanship, or if I want to swoon over the fact that Riall just chose me over his favorite blades. If the tables were turned, I might be hard-pressed to make such a hasty decision.
I make one last ditch effort to roll off the bed and flee, but Riall anticipates my every move and bounces me back onto the bed like I’m some naughty pet in need of training.
“I need you, Beasty,” he practically snarls into my face, and I nip his lip hard and then suck on it.
His blood ripens in my mouth, and I moan as I swallow the few drops that the small slash offers me.
“I’m going to impale you on my cock and my fangs at the same time. Are you ready for me, my Blood?” he demands as he parts my thighs and presses his big body against me.
I run my hands up his hard pecs, over his strong shoulders, and down his rippling arms, spreading my legs as wide as I can to accommodate his big frame as I arch into him. My fangs lengthen.
“Ready—”
I barely get the word out before I smack soul-first into a wall of immaculate ecstasy. Riall thrusts inside of me deep and hard, his fangs piercing my shoulder at the exact same moment. I throw my head back and scream as an orgasm detonates. I swear Riall comes too as he swallows his first mouthful of my essence and eagerly demands more.
“I need your throat,” I command breathlessly as my fangs throb and my orgasm wanes. “Give me your throat,” I beg, and he drags his mouth from my shoulder and kisses me brutally. I wiggle and writhe, feasting on his mouth and tongue and the taste of my blood. It’s just as good as the taste of my cum coating his kiss, and I suddenly want to drown in both.
He pulls back, panting hard, and throws his head back, offering me unfettered access to the smooth tan skin of his neck. His tendons are taut as he bares his throat. His delicious pulse beats strong and steady, calling to me, the taunting thump begging for me to lay it open and sip on the delicacies and luscious vows flowing within.
“Mark me, Blood, make me yours in every way.”
Like a striking scorpion, I attack. In lightning-quick succession, I bite the front of his throat four times. Instinct guides me to only go deep enough to leave an even number of fang marks on each side of the very front of his throat. Possessive satisfaction thrums through me as I brand him, claiming him and his blood for me and only me forever. I have no idea how I know this, how I knew exactly what to do and how to do it, but I don’t question the instinctual compulsion or the history and knowledge I can taste in the exchange.
Riall comes as I mark him, his encouraging moans only growing louder when I lick up the small trails of blood dripping down the front of his neck. My pussy flutters with each drop of blood that dots my tongue, andfinallyhe starts to move between my thighs. His thick cock drags in and out of me tantalizingly slowly at first, his base grinding against my clit with each deep thrust. I lap at his neck just as languidly, scraping my fangs against the sensitive skin on his neck and just under his chin until he starts to piston into me harder and faster. The columns of punctures on his neck clot and stop bleeding, and I scrape my lips from my marks to his shoulder.
My heart beats slowly, even though our bodies come together more relentlessly. I can feel Riall’s essence sinking into me, an even steady trickle of warmth and strength moving through my veins with each strong beat of my pulse. Our blood merges, marking and claiming from the inside out.
I feel strong.
I feel tethered.
I feel ravenous.
My fangs tear into Riall’s shoulder, and his pace in my pussy turns frantic. I drink him down, slurping and moaning as his blood hums inside of me, making every part of me more sensitive. His hands squeezing my hips, my breasts, my ass, feel like they’re kneading my soul too. His lips and fangs trace erotic paths across my body as he sucks and pierces me over and over again until all I am is sensation and need. Suddenly we’re fucking each other in some dominant show of passion and desire. Our bodies meet and fight, our hips slam together as we bite and drink. We claw at each other, each sensation a wicked combination of overload and yet somehow still not enough.
I’m lifted from the bed and pushed up against the smooth headboard that’s taller than I am as Riall fucks me even harder. We both watch, completely hypnotized, as he works in and out of my dripping cunt, my breasts bouncing wildly between us with each brutal drive of his cock. Our mouths come together in a savage clash that’s more bite and suck than lips and tongue. Blood seeps from the mass of bites we decorate across each other’s skin.
“More!” I snap at him, giving myself over completely to the beastly call within.
I shove away from the wall with a power I’ve never had before. Riall stumbles back with me clutched tightly in his arms. His dick is deep inside of me as we crash into his chair. I hear a distinct snap and tearing of fabric, and then suddenly we’re falling. I’m weightless for a fraction of a second as we plummet to the floor. His strong back and ass and my knees slam down onto the rug that barely cushions our jarring drop. The tumble slams me down on top of him, shoving his cock even deeper with a slight pinch of pain that’s there and gone as he reaches for my hips. I don’t even pause before I’m once again riding him like the feral monster I am.
