“You wanted the monster, Monty,” he says, using his grasp on my hips to tilt my pelvis and push even farther in. Pain explodes, quickly followed by waves of indescribable pleasure. “I’ll fucking give you the monster.”
Then he fucks me without mercy, making me almost eat a mouthful of dirt with his hammering thrusts. In this position, asshigh, I’m his to do with as he wishes, his to take, to own, to destroy.
Each time he pulls almost out and then punches back in with his cock, the jarring motion makes me drool, makes me ripple and contract in mini orgasms. The hurt is good,so good.It’s perfection, and I just despise him more.
He took everything from me, including my life.
And now…
Now he’s taking the rest, making me a fool, claiming me as his in every sense of the word.
I want him to devour me. I want his fangs deep in my veins.
Sex with Lucian has always been good, but this…this is another level.
I rub on the ground as he slams into me. All I can do is push back, show him with my body that I want more. I want everything he has to give.
His balls slap me, and I’m so full, so stretched as his cock beats inside me. Black dots dance before my eyes, and for a second I’m afraid I might pass out. Can someone die from too much pleasure? Because I think I might be close.
My pussy is wracked with pulsating throbs as he leans forward and slides an arm around my middle, like he’s trying to get even farther into me. The strong scent of his blood fills my nose, and I’m so close to coming again that everything is tingling. So close?—
He drags my head up and twists it to the side. Then he sinks his fangs deep into my throat.
It’s orgasmic, like nothing else. Deep, wild waves of insane pleasure overtake me, and I cry out. My voice echoes all around him, and I can feel his growl vibrate against my neck as he sucks and sucks. It intensifies the orgasm, and I thinkmy entire body’s going to come apart when he rips his mouth away and drops me back into the dirt, pulling his cock out.
I struggle, trying to turn, when he flips me onto my back and plunges into me again without warning or mercy.
Warm blood coats my neck and shoulder, and when I peer up at him, I see that his lips are painted crimson from the bite and the blood he took from me. His shocking blue eyes bore into mine, never wavering.
The storm above crackles like the madness inside me, and for a moment there’s nothing but the collision of us and the unnatural chaos we make together.
Chapter
Eight
Lucian
Oh fuck. She’s fucking tight, squeezing my dick hard. I pump into her, holding her down, making her skitter on the grass and dirt. The only thing holding her is my hands as I slam into her over and over again. Harder and harder, pushing every limit, losing all of my control, myself, in this woman.
Elliot is climaxing around me, making it almost impossible to hold back my own orgasm.
The way her eyes shine and blood covers her skin is the hottest fucking thing.
Her pussy is narrow, stretching to accommodate my brutal invasion as the thunder above cracks and booms. The heavens open, rain beating down on us, and I fall over her as the dirt turns to mud, still thrusting, one hand on her hip as I grab at the ground with the other.
It’s not enough. I need more. I want her to know who I am to her, who she is to me, and how she’ll never fucking be free. Now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.
Seeing Santiago with her—too close, with his fingers brushing where they had no right to be—burned my last remnants of restraint to ash. I know why he did it. He dragged her into the open, surrounded by humans, counting on my own rules to hold me back. Santiago always calculates, and if it were with anyone else, it might have worked.
But not with Elliot.
She’s mine.
I pound into her. Her blood’s still in my mouth, glorious in the added sweetness her change had brought. It’s like an aphrodisiac, spurring me on, making me harder, thicker, more hungry for her than ever before.
She hates me. It beats in every hard thrust. But right now, I fucking hate her, too. As much as I love her.
It’s as though Monty reaches into me and unleashes the dormant creature within, the thing that sleeps beneath my surface. The part I’ve kept locked away for decades.
