My heart races in my chest, my mind whirring with comments.
I wasn’t given a chance to say goodbye. To finish my thesis. To… to do much of anything at all.
Yet I don’t feel any regret. Nor is there even a hint of sorrow in my thoughts.
I’ll miss Gaby. I… I may need to see if I can somehow get her a message. She’ll understand this choice. Understand that I fell for a monster eons ago. She knows more than anyone else about my studies. Teased me relentlessly for my research but often commented on how fantastic it would be if I actually found him.
And I did.
I found my Strigoi.
My fixation.
My obsession.
Electricity hums across my skin as Ciprian’s tail slides up my inner thigh. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t wait. He merely… slips into my waiting heat and claims me from within.
“Already wet for me, hmm?” he hums. “And I haven’t heard your safe word, so I assume I have your consent.”
He flares that wicked tip, drawing a gasp from my throat.
“I’ll take that as confirmation of your approval,” he murmurs, then pushes me against a cold wall as water ignites all around us.
A shower, I recognize dizzily.
And instantly I think of our last shower.
How he kept me on my knees.
How he choked me with his cock.
How he just keptcoming.
Warmth floods my veins, followed by a chill. I’m conflicted. I want this. I wanthim. But I… I don’t know if I wantthatright now.
His lips taste mine, his hands peeling away the blanket that’s now sticking to me. When he tosses it behind him, I arch a brow. “Are you ever going to let me see you without clothes?”
Even now, he’s dressed in an all-black suit, complete with shoes.
Which is ridiculous, given the water raining down on us.
“Do you want to undress me, pet?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Hmm. And what will you give me as an enticement?”
“Anything you want.” It’s a bold claim. But this male makes me want to take risks. To forget reality. To simply…exist.
His tail drives so deep into me that I see stars. Just for a moment. Then he twirls the tip, and my insides clench.
“I want you aware when I fuck you for the first few times,” he says. “Then I’ll heal you with my blood, thus finalizing our claim. And I’ll rut you until we’re both satisfied.”
My legs go weak. “I… Will I survive?”
His lips curl into a wicked grin, one that ignites butterflies in my stomach. “With my blood inside you, yes.”
“That sounds ominous.”
