But then he simply growls out one word: “Drink.”
I do. I… I suck. I swallow. I accept him. Iclaimhim.
I only belatedly realize that I just finalized the bond. But I’m too drunk on him to care. Too needy for more. Too lost to our blossoming connection to consider the fact that I expedited our union.
It doesn’t matter.
This was inevitable.
He’s my Ciprian.
My Strigoi King.
My. Mate.
Those two words are in my mind, my voice combining with his, and I’m instantaneously lost to the bliss of an orgasm that never ends.
Swirling. Mounting.Flying.
Our worlds join.
Our souls marrying in a way I never knew possible.
And suddenly he’s growling my name while filling me with his seed.
It’s a blur. It’s magnetic.It’s mind-shattering.
Because I canfeelhis pleasure. He’s never experienced anything like this, not even in my mouth. And I hear him making proclamations to never let this end.
He’s going to fuck me to oblivion.
For hours. Days.Weeks.
The inauguration will have to wait.
My king has a thousand years’ worth of pent-up arousal that he needs to expend.
And I am more than ready to take it.
“Use me,” I whisper. “Use me… until you’re satisfied.”
Another bold request. A dangerous desire.
But nothing about this relationship could be considered innocuous.
I came to Romania to hunt a Strigoi King.
Little did I realize that he was stalking me, too.
Now we’re mated.
Seems like a fairy tale… come true.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CIPRIAN
I carrymy mate to the bedchamber, our bodies still locked in an intimate embrace.
