Page 59 of Bond of Passion

Smooth, man. Real smooth.

Dumbass.

If Deja noticed, she didn’t show it. If anything, she used the jostling to reposition, clenching her thighs even tighter around his waist. His cock rested in her slick valley, and the sensitive tip nearly found home every time she pumped her hips.

He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

Somehow, he got them onto the mattress without falling or squashing her, but as he moved to mount her, she surged beneath him, flipping him onto his back so she was on top.

Fucking awesome.

He’d always liked a female who took what she wanted.

Her face was a mask of ecstasy, her fangs glistening from between slightly parted lips as she lowered herself onto his cock. Would she bite him when she came? Chicks with fangs often did that.

Gristlenhad done that.

Quickly, savagely, he put Gristlen out of his mind. The female riding his dick was who he needed to be thinking about. It was her arousal that was like fuel to him, and he began to thrust upward as she rode him in slow gyrations, her jeweled necklace and breasts bouncing hypnotically as she moved.

Her tight heat gripped him with exquisite pressure, her walls rippling up and down his shaft and bringing him way too fast to the boiling point. His climax was building in his balls and working its way upward like hot steam, and he had to stop it fast—

She called out his name as she fell forward and bit into his neck.

She bit into the glyph.

His serpent glyph.

Terror spun up, joining the orgasm that was already starting. But nothing happened. If anything, after the momentary paralysis of her bite wore off, he felt a new sensation, a tingly effervescent awareness. Something was happening. The healing thing Sleeva had mentioned?

Euphoria took away all other thoughts as his balls, cock, and his entire fucking body exploded in waves of rapture. He took Deja’s hand in his, twining their fingers, and he had the strangest urge to bite her back.

So, he did. He brought her wrist to his mouth and bit down.

They both moaned as her tight clasp milked him of orgasm after orgasm, and the world spun in pleasure as if a critical circuit had been completed. He felt complete.

After years of being alone in a stew of pain and anger and guilt, he felt like he’d found something he’d lost.

And as he held Deja through the dozens of orgasms his species’ semen triggered, he realized why he felt like that.

Symbols were appearing on her left arm. Symbols identical to the ones on his right arm.

What they’d done hadn’t just healed him.

It had bonded him to this female.

For life.