She mimics the mating bite I would give her, teeth like little fangs piercing my skin.
How ironic.
Hername should be Fang, the sexy little vampire Omega she is.
It’s a cross between Heaven and Hell.
I’m riding high on pleasure, on the knowledge that she’s asking for me and I’m providing for her.
But the agonizing part is I’m not inside her, not popping my knot the way I long to.
“You’re so pretty like that,” I tell her, my voice strained. My purr doesn’t stop though, no matter how hard or aggressively she sucks at my skin. “Marking me up, so everyone knows I’m yours.”
With another moan, she kicks the blanket off her entirely, and she’s suddenly in my lap, straddling me, her thighs on either side of my hips.
I stare and stare, meeting her hooded eyes and parted lips.
“Touch me,” she begs. “Alpha,touchme.”
Her naked cunt is directly against my erection, and I can feel how she’s already staining my jeans. Curtains of violet hair fall over her breasts, and she’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
She’s also freezing cold with goosebumps pebbling over her skin when I place my hands on her waist.
She hisses and bucks her hips at my touch, and I push her down on my crotch, groaning at the friction.
“More,” she demands, and my head spins. “More.”
Take her. Give her everything.
But reality, not matter how much I hate it, stops me.
It takes every ounce of willpower to keep my hands where they are and not move them to her nipples or reach lower to gently massage her clit.
“I won’t fuck this up,” I tell her softly, and she tilts her head in confusion.
“What?” She thrusts her hips again, letting out a soft hiss, and grit my teeth.
I could let go. I could let this nagging thought evaporate and give in to exactly what she wants.
But she’s barely known me a month, and I can’t risk her regretting this later.
I may be strong, but I’m not so fucking strong that I can take my hands off her waist.
She’s completely naked on top of me with glassy eyes, looking like a forbidden angel.
“I won’t fuck this up with you,” I repeat, even as my breath stutters. “We don’t… you don’t know me that well.”
She stops moving against me, and her mouth falls open.
“Are you…are yourejectingme?”
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He’s coveredin my teeth marks. Red, angry blotches stain his neck and jaw along with the ink of his tattoos, and I admire them in triumph.
I did that.
