We protect each other. She is only person who I fully trust in the entire realms.
Her touch is soft but relentless.
Freya’s long hair sweeps across my shoulder, as she leans down to press kisses onto my feathers, in between anointing me with the oil.
My hips hump off the bed.
Desire pulses through me. My toes curl.
“You’re l-l-lucky that fae d-don’t get jealous.” My eyelashes flutter.
“Hmm?”
“Is this role p-play?” I gasp. “You’re b-b-bringing your other Alpha into the b-bed.”
I clutch onto the bed sheets, willing myself not to come.
Not yet.
This feels too bloody good.
Freya glances at me from underneath her eyelashes. “You smell like Lanlin. But you don’t look like him.” She nuzzles my neck, before daringly biting without drawing blood. My cock twitches. “You don’t taste like him.”
My wolf wants to play.
I grin. “So,you’rethe vampire in the bed…?”
With a speed that takes Freya by surprise and using a move that was learned on the battlefield and not in bed, I twist out from underneath her. With a flap of my wings, I reverse our positions, pinning her underneath me.
Our noses are touching.
Freya blinks up at me like she can’t work out how she lost control of the situation.
“If you wanted me to bite, love,” my smile is dangerous, “then you only had to ask.”
I lower my mouth to my bond bite on her neck.
“Yes,” Freya whispers frantically, pushing her hips against mine.
I groan, when I feel how wet with slick she is already.
I lick across the bond bite once, teasingly.
Freya jolts like she has been hit by lightning.
I bare my sharp canines, then I lower them across the bond mark, shoving her thighs apart with my knees, as my perfumed wings beat hard.
Wild and primal, I fix my teeth in Freya’s neck, reconnecting with her where she is most sensitive, as I have been desperate to ever since I knew that she was going to be handed over to another Alpha.
I don’t bite hard enough to draw blood; the imprint of my teeth is enough.
She screams, and I thrust into her pussy, hard and deep.
She clutches onto my wings, digging in just as hard as I fuck her.
Neither of us relent like we’re in a contest with each other. We don’t need words and we don’t stop.
I grab Freya by the wrists, keeping her held in place.
