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Dezi smirks as he looks over his eyebrows at me. “Never enough for a vampire, witchling. We enjoy the act of marking, the burn of being marked, the pull of drinking, and everything to do with oral pleasure. You did not know until now, but you will not forget it.”

Holy. Fucking. Vamp. Daddy.

Shivering, I swallow hard as I nod. “Will the others be okay with that?”

This time, his lips quirk smugly to one side. “Their natures will push them to compete—your destiny drew all men who are strong enough to support and challenge you. Our monsters were simply waiting for yours to arrive.”

I don’t have a response for that except to feel arousal gush out of me towards him and he moans happily. His mouth fixes on my pussy again, not moving as fast this time, but exploring every inch and catching every drop. The sensation makes me drop back onto the bed and hold on again, as the spirals of emotion and desire shoot through my veins like fireworks. This time, right before I fall over the edge, one fang pierces a tender piece of flesh, and I see spots. Everything goes dark, and I realize I’m blacking out a little bit.

Who knew I was such a damn fang slut?

The last thing I remember is the bite of his fang and my sparkling, glowy glyphs knocking me on my ass. When I awaken, Dezi is planting kisses along my legs, clearly moving up from the floor as he waits for me to come back from the goddamn moon. Once he’s at my waist, I realize he’s completely naked now and we can definitely finish this the way I planned to.

Gathering myself, I lever up and grab his shoulders to tug him upward. “Don’t you dare think we’re done, Mr. Ruby.”

He arches a brow at my limp form and says, “I’m not sure you’re ready for this after the trial and… what we’ve done so far.”

Oh, you wanna challenge me, do you? Just you wait, living dead boy.

I growl softly, reaching inside myself to garner every last bit of energy I have to lock my limbs around him and alligator roll us one more time. Pinning him to the bed with my hips, I stare down at him defiantly. “You only tell me what to do when I allow it, buddy, and I did not say we were done.”

The magic helps me lift and I drop down onto his dick hard, impaling myself with a preternatural accuracy that I thank the goddesses for. He roars and throws his head back, surprised by my burst of speed. I’m fairly sure the Fae part of me is even more ornery than the human-ish part, and he made the mistake of defining my limitations for me. That never ends well for people, though I guess this time will be the exception.

“Fucking hell… witchling… how did you…”

“Uh-uh. Not now, baby. For now, we take. Later, we’ll talk.”

His eyes popped open and his hands mirror mine on my hips. I rock, grind, and move quickly as he helps. Both of us needed this, so paired with the intensity of our foreplay, it’s happening faster than I’d usually be happy with. His hips arch and I ride, feeling his cock spear me so perfectly that I’m moaning within a few minutes. There’s not a drop of sweat on his icy form, nor on my glistening skin, but our motion is fast enough that everything outside of our bodies seems to be slow in comparison.

This must be the hyper-speed effect.

I can’t parse that while my brain is actively melting, so I hold on to Dezi as the pressure builds and hunger floods my entire form. He gives me a fangy grin, his crimson eyes knowing as he looks up at me. I didn’t think it was possible, but he moves even faster and my moans turn to embarrassingly high-pitched shrieks as it almost vibrates inside of me.

“I-I… Dezi… I can’t…”

His masculine laugh slides over my skin as he pushes up to get his lips near my ear without stopping our motion. “Let go, sanguis meus canticum.⁠* We shall feast as the wave takes us, and it will seal the bond with the blood we share.”

That should worry me a little, but it didn’t with the others, and I refuse to be more suspicious of this controlled man than I was of them. “I want that. Be mine, as I will be yours.”

The look on his face is both ferally possessive and vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen on the vampire before. His hands move from my hips to my shoulders, and he leans into the spot he bit before. ~You must bite as well. I will guide our bodies as you focus here.~

Ignoring how fucking perceptive he is, I follow his instructions without a word this time. My Fae fangs sink into his healing mark again and I sip at the liquid coming from him as it flows. Within seconds, his fangs tear in as well and I make dark sounds against his skin when he begins to drink. There’s definitely something in vamp saliva that makes this even better, but I couldn’t care less. Nothing about this moment is bad and my heart is swollen with the love I feel but cannot quite express well yet.

It only takes a few more moments of drinking and fucking for the orgasms to crash over us. I come first—his damn vibration should be a licensed sex weapon—and then he follows, filling me with icy seed that actually burns when it hits. We end up in a heap, tangled in the sheets and each other, with him still inside me and both of us covered in a mixture of blood and magic as we pant. The combined scent is sweet and metallic, and I inhale it like a lifeline.

I try to laugh, but it’s more of a wheeze. “Well. That was… okay. I guess.”

Dezi’s face is buried in my hair, and his breath is rough on my neck. When he finally pulls back, his fangs are still down, and his pupils are blown wide enough to swallow the rest of his eyes. He looks terrified and euphoric at the same time. “Did you feel that… at the end?”

“Uh, yeah. You take an icy blast up something and see if you notice, buddy. That’s a silly question,” I say, half teasing, half worried he’s about to combust.

He doesn’t answer with words, but holds me tighter, as if he fears I’ll evaporate. It’s weirdly sweet, and not just in the way my blood is smeared all over both our chests. Finally, he says, “It’s because the blood bond was formed and it… you freed me. Your magic and our mating… has severed all other bonds from the past.”

I blink at him, tilting my head as I try to reason that out. “Like you don’t feel connected to the other guys now?”

Shaking his head, Dezi whispers, “Your bond superseded that of my sire, witchling. I no longer have that festering within me, possibly coming back into my unlife to force things I would not want.”

Oh. Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh……