by K. A Knight
He accepts it, lets me claw and bite him as he fucks me, my name on his lips, his fangs hanging there and drawing my gaze. “Bite me,” I demand, and he hesitates, but I grab his head and pull him down.
He groans, grazing my nipple with his teeth and making me shudder against him. Ciar licks and sucks on one spot until I can’t take anymore, and then he strikes. His fangs sink through my skin and I scream in pain and pleasure. It feels so good, each draw of his mouth connecting to my pussy until I’m lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
I’m so close, and my pussy is so wet it’s dripping as he continues to fuck me with wild, uncontrolled thrusts, sucking and drinking from my nipple until, with a scream, I explode.
He drives into me again and again as I writhe and shriek, my pussy clamping down on his cock as he rips away from my breast with a muffled yell, blood trickling down to our joined bodies.
With a fierce snarl, he fucks me harder, forcing me to climb again. He reaches between us and flicks my clit, timing it with each thrust, and I’m thrown into another orgasm, one so strong my legs go numb. I’m limp as he drives into me one more time and comes with a shout, filling me with his cum.
Holy fucking shit.
I lie back against the wall, panting, with him still between my thighs as we both try to catch our breath. Our eyes meet and we start to laugh. “We are doing that again,” I mutter and he nods.
“Bella, we have the rest of our lives,” he whispers. Ciar looks at me so softly, so filled with caring, that I break down another wall for him, my vampire.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I was scared, trying to protect you from what I am, Ciar. I have so many secrets, a lot in my past, and I will never be safe. I thought I wanted a mate, to not be alone, but when faced with you offering me everything...I panicked. The only people I’ve ever loved were killed for me being born. I don’t know how to trust or love…”
“Then we will learn together, Bella,” he whispers, resting his sweat beaded forehead against mine. We are still connected, still joined, and I feel his cock hardening inside me again, making me groan and rock forward. “I will never get enough of you. We have so many years to make up for.”
I grimace at the blood covering us and he chuckles. “I have a feeling our lives are going to be pretty fucking bloody, love, with your obsession with killing and mine with sinking fangs into my mate.”
“Don’t think you can do it whenever—” I gasp as he does just that, sinking his fangs into my neck, making my pussy spasm around his cock as he starts to fuck me again with gentle, sure strokes. He pulls away, his chin and lips covered in my blood.
“What were you saying?” he whispers.
Groaning, I grab the back of his head and yank him to me, covering his lips with mine, tasting my blood on him as we kiss.
Ciar
We found a little hotel for the night so we could clean up, and I fall asleep with my mate in my arms and a smile on my face. After all the years, all the pain and waiting, I finally have what I’ve been searching for. A treasure like no other, a wild storm I never saw coming, and now I couldn’t imagine living without it.
Once our mission is through, we will find my brothers. If I have a mate, so should they. We will find them together, we will be a family again. We will be happy, which is such a foreign thought, yet it races through me now.
I have never felt so full. The missing piece of me is back in place...her. She is here, with me, and together we can take on anything, as mates, as long as she trusts me. We are getting there, I can tell, but she is still hiding something, something that she fears—what she is. Maybe after I kill them for her, the traitor, she will trust me with the knowledge.
It doesn’t matter what she is, I only wish to know so I can protect her better, not that she isn’t doing a bad job herself. The crazy woman could use anything as a weapon.
Don’t you forget it, she whispers in amusement in my head, half asleep. I pull her closer and lay a kiss on her head that makes her sigh in satisfaction. I feel the same.
“Sleep, Bella, we will get back on the road tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she whispers, and I watch her as she slumbers She doesn’t know it yet, but she trusts me, so much so that she’s letting herself be weak around me. Such a change from the woman who didn’t sleep all last night.
“Goodnight, Bella, my love,” I whisper.
Desire surges through me and I groan. My hips jerk automatically before I settle back into the hazy darkness of sleep, lust crawling through my veins until I’m almost moaning...
Something finally wakes me. With my eyes still closed, I reach for Bella in my mind, but then another sensation stops me...my eyes fly open with a gasp as I gape down at my mate, where she is currently sucking my cock into that dreadfully sinful mouth of hers.
“Bella—what?” I stutter like a moron, and she pops her mouth free from my cock and smiles up at me.
“I was curious.” She shrugs and then, eyes still locked on mine, swallows me down again. Groaning, my head drops back to the bed as her hand cradles my balls, rolling them around. Her hot, wet mouth sucks me so good, almost as good as her pussy.
“Bella,” I mutter, reaching down and winding my hand through her hair and jerking her close, unable to help myself as I raise my hips and start fucking her mouth.
Her hand, her mouth, those eyes locked on me, watching me come undone, have me groaning and fucking her harder, forcing her to swallow me all the way down until I hit her throat. She doesn’t complain, no, my mate moans and wiggles against the bed, sucking me harder.
Fuck!
My eyes close as I try to hold back my release, my balls tightening as I pant loudly. With a roar, I rip her away from me and toss her back on the bed. She laughs breathlessly, reaching up and wiping her mouth as she watches me, unashamed as she lies there in nothing but my shirt.
Her long, sleek legs spread and offer me glimpses of her pussy I want to be buried in. Her nipples are tight and hard, pointing through my shirt, begging for my mouth.
Her lips are swollen, her eyes foggy with lust, and I can’t help myself. I lose control at the sight. The fucking temptress throws me over that edge like no one else. With her, I can’t help it, all my need, all my darkness comes roaring forward and she meets it with eager eyes. Wanting it all.
Grabbing the shirt, I tear it down the middle and toss it away, then I grab her ankles and yank her down the bed, pressing her feet to my chest as I change my grip to her hips, and with one quick thrust I enter her pink, soaked pussy.
She moans, arching her back and presenting me with her high, full breasts, her lips parted and eyes closed as I shove through her tight pussy and settle in deep. Her body tries to cling to me as I pull out and slam back in, making her delicious breasts jiggle with the movements.
Her hands come up, and as I watch she cups her breasts and rolls her nipples between her fingers, my bite mark still marring one, which only makes me harder as I fuck her, watching the show she’s putting on for me. Unlike others, she isn’t trying to be sexy, she’s just enjoying herself. Owning her lust and body, knowing how to use it and what she wants. It makes me shiver in need as I hammer home, observing as she gets wilder and wilder beneath me with each brutal thrust.
Ensuring to hit her clit at the end of each roll of my hips, I lean down and smack her hands away, covering her nipple with my mouth and sucking it between my lips and rolling it my tongue. She moans my name, the sound making me roar around her.
Mine.
She laughs, fucking laughs, and I see red. Her eyes open as her lips curve up in a smirk. “Prove it,” she taunts.
Pulling free from her body, I grab her hips and turn her, slamming her back into my chest as I wrap a hand around her throat from behind to force her to watch me fuck her through the mirror above the bed on the back wall. She groans, her eyes lighting up as she parts her thighs. Guiding myself to her heat, I slip back into her tight channel and she wiggles against me, pushing back, be
gging for more without asking, even as her eyes stay on mine in the mirror, a dare written there.
Narrowing my gaze, I squeeze her throat harder, cutting off her air supply, and she grins even as she struggles to breathe. Leaning my head down, my dark eyes on her light ones that seem to be glowing, I strike. I tear through her neck, leaving a savage wound, not to drink but to watch as her blood coats my mouth and chin, dripping down my body. She’s mine to do with what I want.
She moans as we both watch it trickle down her curves, coating her in crimson like a sacrificial goddess. It races down the valley of her breasts and I survey it hungrily.
“More,” she orders, twisting her head in my grip to expose the other side of her neck. I release the pressure a bit so she can breathe and talk properly. Her chest is heaving, the blood dripping in rivulets down it as I slam into her again and again as she pushes back to meet my thrusts.
I do, I bite her again, ripping into the other side of her neck, and her pussy clenches as I do, making me groan against her torn flesh. She jerks against me, shredding her skin more, and I watch her eyes close in bliss at the pain and blood.
Fuck, my mate is so perfect.
“Don’t fucking forget it, vamp,” she warns, her hand reaching up and smearing the blood before coming up to my face. Viewing through the mirror, I suck her blood-stained fingers into my mouth, tightening my hand on her throat to push her back down to the bed.
“Yes, fuck me!” she yells, unashamed, arching her spine as she slams back to take my thrusts.
I grip her thighs, my claws slashing into her hips, not that she cares. No, she bucks and yells, loving it. “More!” she demands, tossing her hair to the side to meet my eyes again. Blood trickles down her thighs and mixes with our juices as we fuck like animals.
Wrenching her head back, I force her to meet my eyes again. “Come,” I snarl.
“Make me!” she retorts, her eyes wild as she bucks and pushes against my grip until, with a yell, she explodes around me, her pussy tightening around my cock, trying to force my release from me, but I have other plans. She whimpers and moans as I continue to fuck her through it and straight into another one, slapping her clit with my free hand until she screams again and tries to collapse forward onto the bed, but I don’t let her.
Too fast for any human to see, I pull out and flip her again, watching her limp, blood-covered body. Her eyes open, hazy and satisfied, as her chest heaves, and only then do I stroke my cock, so close to coming it only takes two pumps.
My release splashes across her chest, mixing with the blood there. She moans my name, watching as I come on her. Gaze still on mine, she smears her fingers through the blood and cum and trails it down her body, slipping them into her pussy.
Fuck.
I collapse next to her and we just lie there, panting, with blood and cum coating us both. “Bloody hell,” I mutter, and she giggles.
“That was hot as hell,” she agrees, and I nod.
“Too right, we have a whole lifetime of that, Bella, and trust me, I plan on having you every fucking day...more than once,” I inform her.
“I should hope so,” she replies, making me chuckle as I force myself to get up and slip from the bed. She follows after me, her legs wobbly, so I catch her and hold her up as we look back at the once white sheets.
I laugh with her as we stare at the bed, which is now covered in blood. It looks like someone was murdered here, guess I’ll have to tip them more for the damage.
We wash, showering together before forcing ourselves to get back to business. Conscious of the head start he has, we get back on the road early, and I have new motivation to catch and kill the man who hurt my mate and holds her life in the balance. She is with me completely now. Yes, she is hiding something, but I know when she is ready she’ll tell me, but for now it’s enough. Especially when she looks over at me and smirks, her eyes running down my body and making me groan in response.
Oh, Bella, when we have time, I plan on tying you to my bed and not letting you free until I’ve had my fill…
Laughing, she presses down on the pedal, shooting us forward before dropping me a wink. “Maybe it will be the other way around, ever thought about that, Romeo?”
I laugh, unable to help myself. She makes me feel alive…my mate.
My love.
Bella
We drive fast, eager to catch up to him. Now that I know I have a mate, that he’s mine—which is still a strange thought—I want to be done with this hunt and just spend a few days lost in him. Enjoying everything he has to offer.
Never be alone again.
That’s what he said. I’ll admit it made me melt even if I didn’t let him see it. It’s a fear of mine and he’s promising to stay with me always. Sighing, I speed up, ignoring the look he gives me at the noise. I guess it means I should tell him everything, but for some reason I’m still holding back. Call it habit or stubbornness, but I can’t seem to break down that last wall and trust him with it. I’ve been hurt by it. I mean, look at us now...but he’s my mate. He would never betray me, right?
I guess it will just take time. After all, we have all the time in the world. I hope he realises it won’t be easy. I don’t plan on letting him get away with being a cocky asshole just because he gives me orgasms and loves me and shit.
Wasn’t expecting you to, Bella.
He laughs and I roll my eyes. “Get out of my head, you mind stalker.”
“You love it, Bella, let’s not lie to each other. I can see it in your mind,” he teases.
Fucker. I purposely imagine cutting his cock off with a spoon and he laughs, but I feel him withdraw slightly from my mind, granting me some peace.
“Thank you,” I grit out, knowing he wouldn’t have wanted to pull back. My mate has a tendency to cross boundaries without caring with just a cocky smile as an apology on his face.
“I think you mean handsome face,” he interjects, and I toss him a warning look.
“Carry on, pretty boy, and I’ll mess up that face,” I threaten, making him grin.
“You wouldn’t, you like it too much, admit it,” he purrs.
Grumbling, I look back at the road and turn the music up to cover his laughter. Just because he’s my mate doesn’t mean he’s stopped being an asshole.
I guess I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I can feel it, we are close. So close I can almost taste him. When Ciar is putting in petrol, I sit in the front seat and open my mind, reaching out with my powers to try and sense him. It spreads across the city in front of us like a fog, lighting up with different types of supernaturals, but none are fallen. Fuck, I spread it out further, reaching for him. He has to be here.
We have to stop him. Come on, you little angelic bastard, where are you?
Squeezing my eyes tighter, I push my powers further than I ever have before. I feel blood trickling from my nose, but I ignore it, straining, searching...until suddenly, he’s there. Lighting up with a golden dot, not sixty miles away.
So fucking close...but so close to the council that panic winds through me. I pull my reach back, the blood now steadily dripping until my eyes pop open as I close my mind. Slumping back, I wipe the blood away before Ciar can return, and breathe through the pain and after effects of using that power. I always hated it, hated the pain they would inflict when I would fail to use it for them, but fuck them.
“Again!” he barks.
Whimpering, I raise my eyes to his, knowing I shouldn’t but maybe, just maybe if he sees my pain...sees me as something other than an experiment, but as a person, a girl...a child, he might stop. He might let me rest. My body slumps in exhaustion. I gave up dabbing the blood away after the fortieth or fiftieth time, so now it just spills onto the silver table I’m sitting at like a declaration, the crimson so bright under the stark lights.
I often wondered what I did to deserve such hate, such animosity towards me. Where are my parents? I always thought the man in front of me was one of them, but it was a
lie. I’m nothing, an experiment, a hypothesis gone wrong. Not strong enough to be kept with the others—he often told me that—but not weak enough to kill.
The only girl ever born. They want to know why, what makes me different. Even if it kills me to find out, they don’t care, but I still try. There must be something human left inside them, something kind. Do they really feel nothing? So even though I know it will only cause me pain, I open my mouth again.
“Please, Gabriel, please, I hurt. Maybe if you let me rest, I might be able to—” My words end in a scream as his power rips through my head. Tearing away my thoughts, memories, and feelings. Everything that makes me, me. He uses his mind like a weapon, a sword, cleaving everything away. Each swing slices through the flesh of my mind, and I buckle under it.
When he feels particularly annoyed, he kills my memories, stealing them and leaving nothing but darkness, but today, today is a punishment. My eyes go black as I feel my head hit the metal table, but I turn myself inwards, trying to steel my mind. To protect it, to build that wall around it like he taught me to keep him out, but I can’t master it and it’s weak, flimsy, and it falls under his angelic wrath.
The vice on my head squeezes tighter, my brain turning to mush. I feel the blood roaring through me before I finally black out…a reprieve from him and his evil tests.
Please, let this be the end. Kill me, this time let it stop.
I’m tired of the pain, of being punished for being born and not what he wanted. My last thought is a plea sent to the universe. Why, why does no one in the world love me...care enough to stop this?
I come back to myself. Sucking in a breath, I reach up and feel the tears running down my face. I pull away and look at my wet finger, coated in my pain and memories. I soon learned how to protect my mind, since pain was a big motivator, after all. I learned to keep my mouth closed, to be the perfect test subject. Be everything he wanted, but it still wasn’t enough.
