Then his fangs sink down.
My orgasm explodes. Locheran gives one final thrust before emptying his cum inside me. He drinks my blood like a man dying of thirst. Every pull of his lips on my neck drags my orgasm out until my vision flickers.
“Pass. Out,” I mumble.
Loch immediately unlatches himself. My eyes flutter, struggling to stay open. He pats my cheeks, trying to keep me awake.
“Hey, don’t pass out on me again,” he says, his voice frantic.
I feel us moving. He has me in his arms, then seconds later ice-cold water showers down on me.
“What the fuck!”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Loch says.
Okay. Now I’m awake.
Chapter 20 – Locheran
Farrah almost passed out again. The strength of our connection is still too overwhelming for her body. Thankfully, she wasn’t pulled under this time. I suppose I did overdo it with pleasuring her.
Having my vibrating cock and finger inside her was already a lot but adding my bite? Yeah, not the best idea I’ve had.
But it sure felt fucking amazing.
After drying my mate off from the impromptu shower, I bring her to the bed and return to the bathroom to clean myself up. I grab a washcloth and bandage and head back to the bedroom to find Farrah with one arm splayed over her head while the fingertips of her other hand graze over the bite on her neck.
I'm no better than a fucking vampire. I can’t help it, though. Everything about her tastes amazing: her lips, her cunt, herblood.
She sighs dreamily and chews on her bottom lip.
I’ve fucked her into bliss.
“Let me clean you up,” I say, and she jerks at the sound of my voice. Her eyes fall to the washcloth and bandage, and her brows pinch together. “Hasn't anyone taken care of you after sex?”
She shakes her head.
I join her on the bed and inspect the bite.
Huh. It’s not bleeding anymore, and the holes from my fangs are nearly closed as well. She’s healing a lot faster, even for a mate. It must be her hunter DNA. While hunters are not immortal, they’re definitely cursed with some sort of supernatural component. Researchers of all monster species have tried to study hunters, but catching one is pointless. They always have a kill pill or some other way to end their life before information can be extracted. They’d rather die than share their secrets.
I wipe dried blood off Farrah’s neck, then kiss the mark. It sends a zing of pleasure throughout my body. Farrah felt it too, gasping at the sudden sensation.
“Is the bond solidified now?” she asks as I move between her legs.
“Not even close,” I say with a smirk.
I run the warm washcloth over her thighs and along her slit. Some of my cum is starting to leak out of her, and I desperately want to push it all back inside where it belongs.
Not that it matters. Her body won’t allow a pregnancy if it's something she doesn’t want. Though, everything about this situation breaks the rules of what we’ve been taught about mating bonds.
“Go pee, then come back and cuddle with me,” I say.
She smiles and jumps out of bed.
While she’s gone, I glance at the door and notice Potato sitting at the threshold staring at me.
“I think your cat watched us fuck again,” I say, loud enough for Farrah to hear me from the bedroom.
