Page 148 of Collared by the Vampire Prince

“Giving you another chance to kill me.”

With my hand still over hers, I raise the blade until the point is aimed directly at my chest, then release her.

“Your choice, pet.”

“Remove my collar, and you don’t have to die,” she says immediately.

“I’m afraid that is not one of the options,” I muse. “Killing me might achieve the desired effect, as you have already postulated. And I very sincerely hope my death would not doom you to wear the collar forever. So. What will it be, Kira?” I play with her clit, ever so gently. “Will you gut me like a fish? Run back to where you came from and pretend you were never here? That you were never on your knees, sucking my cock?”

I ease my hand off her mound, squeezing her thigh with my damp hand instead.

“Or will you stay here and beg me to let you come on my hand like a little slut?”

Her eyes flare. “That’s not—you can’t—I won’t beg!” Her outrage splinters into a gasp as she realises what she has said.

“Oh my.” I fight the grin forming. “Is that your decision?”

The dagger’s point hovers between us, trembling in her hand.

I shut my eyes. Marvelling, too late, at my own foolishness. I cannot die. Too many lives are counting on me.

My eyes fly open when the dagger clatters to the floor.

I stare at her, stunned. She dropped it.

“Finish it,” she whispers.

I move before she can retract her words.

My fingers drive into her in hard, relentless strokes, curling, dragging, filling her until she moans through clenched teeth, no matter how desperately she tries to swallow the sounds. Her hands fist in my sleeves as I lean over her, both of us panting, her hips lifting to meet every thrust even as her nails bite deeper—punishing me for every shred of pleasure I drag from her.

Without a word, I drop completely to my knees between her spread thighs. She is swollen and flushed, glistening for me.

Beautiful.

Before she can speak, I put my mouth on her, making her jolt in pure shock.

I moan against her as my tongue delves through her wetness, finding her hot, lush and perfect. It is the only kiss I am permitted to give her.

A broken cry tears from her throat. The sound quakes through me as I lick her, suck her, work her with my tongue and fingers at once—and she comes as though the world is ending.

Her body arches with a violence that startles even me. She clenches around my fingers so tightly it hurts and even as she shudders through it, I ache to bury myself inside her and feel those contractions around my cock.

Her hand locks around the back of my neck, her nails biting into my skin in a way I discover I rather like. Her face turns towards mine as though she has forgotten every reason she ought to pull away.

For those few seconds, there is no kingdom.

No collar.

No prince and no wolf.

Only her.

Only me.

Only this.

I remain transfixed as the storm moves through her. She is furious even in surrender, fighting every tremor as though pleasure itself were an opponent.