“Fuck,” she hissed.
Her blood filled him, her storm sailed through his ocean of magic, stirring it, awakening it from its slumber.
He’d never bitten anyone before that day in Idavoll when she’d goaded him.
Females had tried to get him to, but he’d never even wanted it. He hadn’t been able to imagine wanting to drink someone’s blood, even in the throes of passion when his instincts were most prominent. But with Solveig’s blood on his tongue, he never wanted anything else again.
Except maybe the other parts of her body.
His hands cupped her ass as she moved against his thick length—it was straining painfully against his pants.
Westley pulled his mouth from her neck, licking the wound but growling in pleasure at the fresh marks—his marks. She was his, his inner animal growled.
“You know what’s good about you taking us the wrong way,” he muttered into her mouth, barely out of reach when she tried to nip at him.
Her jaw snapped shut with an audible sound, her teeth grinding. She squeezed her legs around him, her fingers gripping his hair.
“We are not going the wrong way,” she said through clenched teeth, her eyes darkening with lust and anger.
His growl turned into a moan as she surged forward to capture his mouth again, pulling him in, controlling every part of this kiss.
He managed to pull back enough to say, “I noticed a spot a little ways back that could provide us with some shelter.” He left the idea floating between them. She went preternaturally still.
“Is this your way of trying to get me to go back the other way?” she hissed, narrowing her eyes.
He laughed darkly. “If I was going to use my powers of persuasion, don’t you think I would have done so already?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“You’re a witch.”
He stole her mouth again, bracing her in his arms and turning to walk back the way they’d just come. The head between his thighs now called the shots as her blood infiltrated his cells.
Completed bond or not, she was a part of him.
“I can walk myself,” she muttered into his mouth.
“But I’m so much better at it than you.”
“Prick.”
He bit her lip but then stumbled. She was right. He hated it when she was right.
Her smug smile when he lowered her to her feet was enough to make him launch himself, throwing her over his shoulder. She squirmed against him, and he laughed as he jogged back up the path. If this got them going back the correct way, that was just a bonus.
“Did you not learn your lesson the first time you had me like this?” she hissed, giving up her struggle. She was strong and powerful, but she could not fight him from this position.
“I’m counting on the fact that you want my cock inside you more than you want to stab me,” he said, giving her waist a squeeze.
“Debatable,” she mumbled. She jostled until a sharp pinprick hit the spot, exactly where she had stabbed him before.
She didn’t press hard enough to wound him, just to let him know it was there.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned.
“Put me down,” she ordered. His cock hardened. Was there anything about her he didn’t find arousing?
“I’ll put you down when I’m ready to, General.”
