He grabbed her hip and withdrew, slamming home hard.
Sparks flashed behind her eyes. Her body convulsed. Need rippled through her to pierce beneath her skin. It was too much. His fangs didn’t retract. A tear slid down her face. It was a claiming, brutal and primitive.
He slid out and pounded back in, setting up a hard rhythm that rocked the bed against the wall with loud bangs. But he held her in place with two fingers and twin fangs.
She could do nothing but accept it all. It was submission on a level she hadn’t understood, and yet, she craved more. “Harder,” she murmured. “More, Jared.” Whatever he had, whoever he was, she wanted it all. Wanted to claim him in a way she barely understood.
He gave it to her.
Holding nothing back, he hammered into her, shooting her body into places she had never even imagined. She broke with a sharp cry, riding out the waves, whimpering at the end.
He didn’t stop.
If anything, his speed and strength increased. Minutes later, maybe hours, she exploded again, his name the only sound on her lips. The third time, he was the only thing in her universe.
He held her close, shuddering with her this time.
She gasped, pleasure and pain pouring through her. Finally, he released her shoulder, licking until it stopped bleeding and the agonizing burning numbed. Her eyelids fluttered open to see it getting dark outside.
He withdrew and flipped her around to her back, allowing her to finally lie down before covering her, pressing back inside. She sighed in relief before her mind caught up. How in the world was he still hard?
She shook her head against the pillow. Her body didn’t even feel like hers any longer. Over-sensitized to the point of still being needy, she wasn’t sure of anything except him. Only him. Now that was power. “I, ah, can’t,” she mumbled, taking in his implacable face. “Not again.”
He smiled. “Wanna bet?”
Chapter 12
Jared listened to the sleet slash against the window as the world moved outside without them, his arm around a soundly sleeping Veronica. They’d been in bed nearly twenty-four hours, but he had gotten up a couple of times to grab food.
He fingered the sharp bite marks and surrounding bruise on her neck. Even the healing properties from his saliva hadn’t banished the bruise after he’d claimed her. After the first several hours, he’d lost count of how many times she screamed his name while pleasure took her under. He fucking loved that sound. Who knew he’d find his perfect wild match in an arranged mating?
Did fate really have a plan?
Truth be told, he didn’t give a damn. Veronica was his, fate or not.
A rap echoed on his door. He frowned. Reality was bound to intrude at some point. Gently moving Veronica to the side, he covered her with the blankets and moved from the bed to yank his jeans up.
He padded barefoot to open the door. “What?” he growled.
“You’re not going to believe this,” Theo spat, fury rolling off him.
Jared moved into the hallway and shut the door, following his brother down to the kitchen. “What’s going on?” A quick glance at the clock confirmed it was nearly noon. Time flied when one was fucking within an inch of one’s life. He grinned.
Theo whirled on him.
Jared lost the smile and went on full alert. Were they in danger? “Spit it out, Theo.”
Chalton moved in from the living room, munching on a sandwich. “Holy shit, brother. Does your dick still work?”
Jared frowned at him. “Jealous?”
“No. You probably need talcum powder or something,” Chalton said cheerfully. “Glad you worked it out with your mate.”
Jared grinned. “Me, too.”
Chalton glanced at Theo. “Whoa. What crawled up your butt?”
Theo sucked in air, his nostrils flaring. “The hack into our system. I found the hacker.”
