“You have already done that, Penelope. You do not need to push yourself your first time—”
“I want this, Elias,” she breathed. “I want you.” Penelope held his gaze as her trembling hands fought against her own fear—her own embarrassment, as she spread her legs, showinghim the mess he had made of her. “I want you to claim me everywhere.”
Elias growled as he fell atop of her, holding himself up with one hand as his other slid his pants down to reveal his massive cock, already hard and slick with pearly beads of white. “Touch me, Penelope. I want you to know how hard you make it to control myself. How hard you makeme.”
It was another order, another test. He was challenging her.
Penelope swallowed as she touched her fingers to the tip of his cock, swirling the sticky white around his head before trailing her fingers down his mass. Then, she looked up at him as she dipped her fingers into her mouth—tasting him.
“Penelope,” he warned.
But she held his gaze, coating her tongue withhim.
His hands fell on either side of her, forcing her heart into the pits of her stomach.
The tip of his cock stroked her pussy, pushing into her entrance only enough for her to groan in frustration as he pulled away again.
“Who do you belong to, Penelope?”
He pushed against her again, teasing her—tormentingher.
“You!” she pleaded. “I belong to you.”
And then—yes. She gasped as he pushed himself deeper inside of her, each thrust accented with their combined moans until he was seated completely inside of her.
His hand covered her mouth as she cried out and he pushed himself even deeper still. “Breathe, Lamb. You are taking me so well. Breathe for me.”
Elias thrust again, this time harder and without mercy, forcing her to breathe through her nose as he claimed her softest parts.
Penelope shattered again and again as he drove himself harder into her.
“Yes, just like that,” he growled.
Penelope cried out against his hand as her release washed over her all over again, completely consuming her as Elias continued to use her—chasing his own release.
Her legs shook, her breath catching in her throat as Elias slammed into her one last time, holding her in place as his cock pulsed inside of her.
“I ken,” he said through ragged breaths, “that you shall never be rid of my scent now, my Lamb.
16
ELIAS
Nights had passed since he had stolen her away to the enclave. And each night, he found comfort in her warmth, in her bed, on the floor—each time tasting her pleasure upon his tongue, his need for her only intensifying.
Elias walked along the rooftops, silent as the night. Below, the town slept unaware of him, unaware of the pull that made him linger here. In his hand, a black rose, its petals curled. He had been like that for some time, plucking off thorns and discarding them on the roof as he watched her.
Through her bedroom window, he saw Penelope. She was getting ready for bed, moving slowly, unaware to his presence. He realized at some point, that more than anything, he wanted to be there with her. Not hidden in shadows. Not apart. To belong. To stand next to her without having to run away each time they risked being caught.
But to do that… it would mean killing her. Turning her. It would mean she would have to leave her family. Would she accept it? Could she even understand what eternity would mean?
He stayed there, watching, caught between desire and fear. And for the first time, it seemed like everything he had ever wanted might be within reach. That perhaps, he could allow himself to trust her.
Then—she came to the window. Penelope pressed against the windowsill, her eyes roaming the shadows and the many rooftops that lined her street. She was looking for him…
Such a cunning little Lamb.
Finally, she found him. She held his gaze only for a moment before turning away, disappearing into her room. Yet—the window was left open. Elias’s chest tightened. She had made him a fool. A reckless, hopeless fool. Bewitched him beyond any reason. Beyond any sense.
