“More than okay.” I grip his shoulders. “Keep going.”
He sinks deeper, inch by inch, giving me time. It takes a while for him to feed that length into me with care. The fullness is overwhelming. When he’s finally all the way in, we both moan.
He starts to move. Slow at first, sliding in and out. Every movement hits something deep, touching places inside me I didn’t know existed.
“Faster,” I gasp.
He obliges, his control starting to slip. I love it. I love watching the careful king come undone, his composure cracking, his true nature showing through. He’s not gentle anymore. I wrap my legs tighter around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The slap of our bodies coming together fills the room, mixing with the crackle of the fire and our harsh breathing.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, like that, don’t stop—” Another orgasm is building, bigger than the first.
He groans, a sound of pure need. His mouth drops to my neck and I feel his tongue drag across my skin. The sensation is strange, a tingling warmth that spreads from the spot he licked.
“This will make it easier,” he murmurs against my throat. “You won’t feel pain.”
“I trust you.”
He thrusts that huge cock deeper.
And then his fangs sink into my throat.
There’s a flash of pressure — not pain, the numbing took care of that — and then overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure. It crashes through me in waves as he drinks from me.
At the same moment, my own orgasm tears through me, going on and on as he feeds and thrusts and fills me with his seed. Hard, clenching contractions sweep out across my stomach and all the way down to my toes. My core clamps down around his cock, and he groans against my throat, drinking deeper.
I can feel his release flooding into me. He jets into me again and again, more than I thought possible, and I take all of it. It’s already leaking down the inside of my thighs, and he’s still coming, still spilling, still filling me up.
I can feel him feeding on me, actually ingesting my blood. It should be terrifying but instead it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. We’re not two separate people anymore. We’re becoming one whole.
And then something strange happens.
My gums ache. My teeth tingle. I feel my canines... sharpen? Instinct takes over and I grab his head and wrench it to the side and sink my teeth into his throat. I’m not able to penetrate in the same way as Nikolai, but I am able to cause a bit of a scratch so that his blood drips onto my lips and tongue.
He tastes amazing.
He lets go of my throat and roars, throws his head back and lets out a mighty roar of pleasure. His hips jerking, another hot rush of seed spilling into me.
I lick the small wound on his throat, gathering every drop as it wells up, and he shudders above me.
When I finally release him, we’re both sweaty and completely wrecked. “Did I just...” I touch my teeth. They’re normal again. Blunt. Human. “Did I bite you?”
“You claimed me back.” He sounds awed. “You marked me.”
“Is that normal?”
“No.” He grins down at me like I’ve given him the world. “But apparently you’re not a normal human.”
Chapter Eight
Nikolai
Two days.
Two days of Claire in my bed, learning every inch of her body. Talking, late into the night, getting to know each other better. Food delivered to the door and nothing else mattering but the female in my arms.
I lie in bed wearing only a robe, Claire tucked against my side, naked. Her golden hair is spread across my pillow. The bite mark on her throat has healed to a pale scar, my claim, visible for the world to see. And on my own throat, the smaller, fainter mark is there.
I laugh quietly, remembering Mrs. Vasek’s face that first morning.
