Removing her hand, I guide it to my shoulder. Still, she doesn’t break. Slamming in to the hilt, her gasp draws a near feral sound from my chest, pushed too far over the last week to curb my instincts. “Bite me.” My words are practically a growl as I pull out just far enough to brutally slam into her again. “Because I’m sure as hell going to bite you, and I’m not stopping at once.”
In a flash, her teeth pierce the crook of my neck, making my cock twitch inside of her. As soon as her lips wrap around the twin wounds, my eyes close in relief, and the moment she takes a deep pull? My eyes damn near roll back in my head.
Three days. All it took was three days and I’m fucking addicted to this, to her. She hadn’t fed from me in all of the time we’ve been together until the moment she suddenly had no choice, the two of us stranded out here, and I’m kicking myself for not pushing the issue sooner. Because this? This is everything I never knew I was missing and will be damned to ever live without again. Every strike hits with the intensity of a claiming bite, every pull goes straight to my cock, and the way it satiates my other half’s need to provide for her?
She could drain me dry and I’d die with a smile on my face and a cum stain on my boxers without an ounce of shame.
Gripping the rock to hold us steady, I fuck her mercilessly as she feeds on me. Getting pissed off at the water hindering my motions and the angle, I slam into her once more before spinning around. Bracing my palms on the ledge, I haul us out of the pool, still buried inside of her. She rocks against me, lost in her bloodlust, one hand tangled in my hair to keep me in place while she ravages my throat.
My fingers leave indents on her hips, guiding her motions with a groan as I bounce her on my lap. “I don’t think you’re even trying.”
Air rushes from my lungs as she shoves me onto my back, her hand on my chest to keep me pinned. She strikes again, but with this bite, she doesn’t remove her teeth right away. Clamping down tighter, she snaps her hips, riding me as hard as the abuse on my flesh.
Releasing me with a snarl, her chest heaves, pupils blown to the red rims of her irises, obscuring all traces of amber. “You’re one to talk.”
Licking my lips, I slip one arm under her thigh and roll us, palming the back of her head to shield her from smacking it on the stone. With her leg slung over my shoulder, I pin it against her chest, driving into her deeper. The scent of blood surrounds us, mine and hers, as I brutally fuck her against the uneven rock floor.
Her claws pierce my back, raking long grooves as she writhes beneath me. “So much for not being careful with me,” she pants, shifting her head to emphasize my hand still acting like a cushion.
With a savage snarl, I pull out, flipping her onto her stomach. Banding an arm beneath her, I haul her onto her hands and knees before dragging the head of my cock over her slit, slamming back inside of her with a solid thrust. “I can care about you while ruining you for everyone else.” Putting a hand between her shoulder blades, I push down until her cheek is pressing into the stone and her ass high in the air. “Adore you while wrecking you, because I know you won’t break.”
My pace becomes punishing as I fuck her until she’s crying out. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I suddenly jerk her upright. Her back is pressed against my chest, slick with sweat as we struggle for breath. Craning her neck to the side, I hold her still against me until she’s squirming, desperate for just a little more so she can finally come.
“I can still love you while making you bleed for me.” Sinking my teeth into the side of her throat, I savagely claim her as mine, and it’s like I’m drawing my first real breath, the piece I was always missing finally falling into place.
Chapter 27
Scarlett
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On shaky legs, I tugmy clothes back on before collapsing next to Beck. He’s stretched out on his stomach with his cheek resting on his folded arms, watching me intently while I reach a hand out. Tentatively, I run the pad of my fingertip beside the massive grooves carved into his back.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not.” Tearing my gaze from his ravaged back, I find his bright green eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement, and pure male satisfaction. “I know who I’m coming too next time I have an itch I can’t quite scratch.”
