Rebel Bitten (Blood Alliance Book 4)

by Lexi C. Foss

  “More,” she demanded, arching into me again. I still had my thigh lodged between hers, allowing my wanton little vixen to press her cunt against my leg.

  A crueler master would have shifted to keep her from riding me, but I rather enjoyed the feel of all that heat radiating from her core.

  I returned to her neck, allowing her to feel the pleasure of my vampiric kiss once more. She screamed in response, her nails digging into my shoulders as she forgot about her quest to disrobe me. She rocked against me, her orgasm a sensual caress to my senses.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted, her lithe form quivering violently.

  I released her neck, my lips returning to her ear. “Did I mention how intense orgasms can be for an immortal?” I traced my nose along her cheekbone, inhaling her aroused scent. She reminded me of cherries—sweet and tart and begging to be bitten.

  I nibbled her lower lip, her breath a pant against my mouth. She seemed incapable of speech, her body still humming with pleasure below mine.

  “It can make you feel as though you’re living in a fire,” I added softly, smiling as she shuddered. “Burned alive by the passionate intensity of the release.”

  I went to my knees, still straddling her thigh, and removed my shirt. Her blue eyes sharpened, the animal lurking behind her gaze admiring me with open approval. She dampened her lips with her tongue, her pupils dilating.

  Hmm, I suddenly had an entirely new appreciation for Jace’s lycan preference. It had never been on my desire list, but seeing the female wolf come to life beneath me awakened a whole new world of possibilities.

  Willow was durable.

  Feisty.

  Immortal.

  And hungry.

  Her nipples hardened to little points, begging for my tongue. I bent to lick one, then caught the other in my mouth, sucking deep and stirring a mewl of pleasure from Willow’s plump lips.

  She combed her fingers through my hair, holding me to her as she wantonly took what she desired. Then her opposite hand went to my pants, her thumb deftly popping the button of my jeans.

  I bit her in response, punishing her for trying to set the pace.

  My name left her mouth on a cry of protest that ended in a groan. I’d meant to distract her from her goal, but my clever little pet was focused. She yanked down my zipper, freeing me to her palm. I rarely wore undergarments, something she’d learned during our time together.

  She stroked me harshly, perhaps to return the favor of my bite. I growled against her tit, moving to the other to give it the same attention. She jolted beneath my fangs, her head tossed back in a display of glorious rapture.

  Three bites would send a human to the moon and back.

  But my Willow was no longer human.

  Instead, it only heightened her arousal, driving her toward another cataclysmic release that I intended to feel with my cock.

  I pushed her right to the edge, her pulse an erotic beat against my tongue. Then I released her and backed off the bed. Her snarl went straight to my balls, tightening them in anticipation of the fucking to come.

  Because that was what this would be.

  I needed to own her tight little hole and stake a claim so deep that no one else could ever fucking touch her there again.

  “Present yourself to me, Willow. Let me see how badly you want me.”

  She gave me a come-hither glance in response, then spread her legs in blatant invitation.

  “That’s not what I meant,” I murmured, removing my pants. I hadn’t bothered with shoes or socks earlier, leaving me barefoot and naked before her now. Her eyes dipped down my torso to my groin, her legs widening even more. “Mmm, but I won’t deny that’s a delectable view.” I crawled back onto the bed, dying for a taste of her.

  She groaned as my tongue parted her slick folds, her earlier orgasm leaving a sweetness behind that I reveled in now. But I refused to touch her where she wanted me most, desiring to prolong the moment and intensify her need even more.

  I wanted her to shatter for me.

  To reach for the stars and barely come back.

  For that, she needed a little push. Just enough to taunt and tease without giving her the end result she craved until I decided it was time.

  I settled between her thighs, thoroughly tasting her and barely grazing her clit with my teeth. Her fingers found my hair again as she tried to dictate my position, but she soon found I was in charge. I nipped her—not where she wanted—and licked the wound closed. Then I drew my nose down to her femoral artery, just to inhale the sweet scent of her blood and the need coursing through her veins.

  She was a writhing mess on the bed, a slight sheen of sweat coating her soft skin.

  Perfection.

  I drew my nose along the crease of her thigh, inhaling her addictive perfume. It was quickly becoming my favorite aroma.

  Placing a kiss on her hip, I began a seductive path up her body, alternating between nibbles, licks, and the gentle press of my lips against her over-sensitized skin. She had tears in her eyes—the good kind—when I finally reached her mouth. Then she attacked me with her tongue, her nails biting into the back of my neck as she devoured me.

  It served as a subtle claim for control, one I allowed her because it was hot as fuck. I balanced on my elbows on either side of her head and gave her the access to my body that she craved. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, her legs wrapping around my hips to draw me closer to her needy little pussy.

  I drew out the moment, sliding my dick along her damp seam rather than entering her. It wasn’t the position I had in mind, but I couldn’t deny the intimacy of taking her this way for our first time. It would absolutely not be our last. I had too many ideas of what I wanted to do to her, enough to last an eternity at this rate.

  I felt starved for this female.

  Insatiable.

  Obsessed.

  I grabbed her hips, angling her where I wanted, and slid partially inside. Just enough to give her a taste, to allow her to begin to acclimate, and to feel her need clench down around me.

  She was immortal now, could take the thrusts I longed to give, but there was something so gratifying about prolonging this moment—our initial joining.

  I pulled my mouth away from hers, demanding her attention.

  I wanted to watch her expression as I slid home, observe her mounting excitement, see the flicker of uncertainty and pain, and swallow the cry she would eventually release as I began to really move.

  She didn’t disappoint, her pupils blown wide with yearning and trust. The nightmares of her past were nowhere near her here. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d forgotten them completely, her focus solely on me.

  Her hunger was a palpable presence that forced me to drive into her a fraction of a second faster than I’d originally intended. And yet, it was infallible and precise and everything we needed.

  “Ryder,” she breathed, her hips rising to meet mine.

  I looked down between us to see where our bodies joined, drawing my shaft out of her to the tip before plunging back in and smiling at her hiss of surprised pain.

  “More,” she demanded.

  “You really are the perfect pet,” I praised her, doing exactly as she requested and bending to take her mouth as she cried out from my harsher thrust. I’d held back in our sparring lessons, not wanting to hurt her. But my sweet Willow was no longer breakable. At least not in that sense.

  However, she would shatter for me now.

  Completely.

  I kept one of my hands on her hip, teaching her the angle I desired, while my opposite palm went to her throat, claiming her.

  She panted against my mouth, my name a whisper between us on repeat as I dictated our brutal pace, pushing her toward that unavoidable edge.

  Her nails ripped through my skin, dragging a jagged line down my back as she bowed off the bed, her body on the cusp of ecstasy. I could taste it, feel her walls clenching in undeniable tension as she fought to find her release, to leap into
the oblivion awaiting her. She began to quiver, goose bumps dotting her skin, but the inevitable orgasm didn’t come.

  Not yet.

  Because I controlled it now.

  She’d been trained to respond to my bite without realizing it.

  And I taunted her with it, nibbling her lip, drawing out her pleasure-pain, waiting… thrusting… taking her to the brink of insanity… there.

  I bit down, just enough to release the endorphins into her blood, then smiled as she screamed.

  Fuck, that had been worth the buildup because she was squeezing the hell out of my dick now, forcing me to follow her into rapturous bliss.

  It was like a damn eruption as pleasure rippled through me and shot off an explosion deep inside her in a searing display of possession.

  But it wasn’t me who owned her. She owned me.

  Milking me.

  Drawing out the best fucking orgasm of my very long existence.

  I thought her mouth had undone me. I was wrong. This undid me.

  “Fuck, Willow,” I managed to say on an exhale. “Fuck.”

  “Yes,” she replied. “Again.”

  I half laughed, my face buried in the crook of her neck as I tried to regain some semblance of control. Somehow, after all that, she’d managed to top from the bottom. And she didn’t even seem to notice.

  I would have been impressed if I wasn’t so shocked by it.

  This woman consumed me entirely. And I couldn’t even be upset. Not after that.

  I rolled slightly, pulling her on top of me, then gave her ass a smack. “Start riding. I’ll catch up in a minute.”

  She sat up, her tits swaying as she complied.

  That she moved so easily told me I had a lot more work to do because she should be just as depleted as I was right now.

  All right, pet. I accepted the challenge with a subtle thrust upward. Prepare to shatter… again.

  This was going to take all day. Perhaps all week. Good thing we had time. The others would just have to wait.

  27

  Willow

  I bent over the bed, my legs spread, as Ryder entered me from behind. “Oh,” I groaned, sore from the last few days in bed. Or had it been a week now? I really didn’t know. We’d only left a handful of times to grab food and water from the kitchen.

  The others had left us alone.

  Or that was what Ryder had said. Something about them coming back later. Maybe today.

  His teeth grazed my shoulder, drawing me back to him. “Arch more.”

  I leaned back to wrap my arm around his neck, curving my body up off the bed. He groaned in response, one of his hands leaving my hip to palm my breast. Then he began to pound into me, causing my world to shake from the force of his thrusts.

  It hurt in the best way, leaving him imprinted inside me and burning away the presence of all those who came before him.

  This was exactly what I’d needed to heal.

  Every time I closed my eyes now, I saw dark, midnight eyes, not green irises.

  My nightmares had been chased away by very real dreams of Ryder between my legs, driving me toward rapturous oblivion. Some of those dreams weren’t dreams at all, but true events. Others I thought might be fantasies I longed for him to fulfill. Like this one. It almost felt too good to be real, but the growl against my ear told me otherwise.

  “Push your hips backward, Willow,” he demanded. “Yes. Just like that, sweet pet. Just. Like. That.”

  I cried out from the mounting pleasure, my body raging against me for putting it through this so soon after the last orgasm. But Ryder was a demanding lover. And I wouldn’t have him any other way.

  He pumped into me, his pace savage yet sweet, kissing that part deep inside me that only he seemed able to touch. I began to convulse, the pressure becoming too much. His palm left my breast, sliding down my torso to my clit. He pressed his thumb against me, rolling it in a way I couldn’t ignore just as his fangs bit into my neck.

  “Ryder!” I screamed, my universe collapsing beneath a tremor so violent that I lost my sight. I heard him groan behind me, his seed hot inside me, pushing me to the brink with his own pleasure and causing me to shudder through another round of orgasmic quakes. It was blissful delirium, an existence unlike any I’d ever known. All because of Ryder and his euphoric bites.

  Oh, but it was more than that.

  It was him. His skill. His determination. His strength. His domination. His everything. I was utterly lost to him. Claimed entirely. A true pet, longing to be stroked day and night and ridden to oblivion.

  My chest burned, my breaths coming in pants as Ryder gathered me into his arms and carried me to his walk-in shower. He set me on the bench just inside, putting me at eye level with his still-hard cock. I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth and groaning at the taste of our mingled arousals. He cursed, then threaded his fingers in my hair and forced himself deeper.

  “Don’t stop doing that until I tell you to,” he said.

  I nearly laughed. As if I would stop on my own. I was addicted to the taste of him. Our taste. I just wanted to stay in bed with him forever. Or in this shower.

  He reached over to turn on the water, the spray coming down like rainfall from above. It trickled over my head to my eyes, forcing me to close them as I hollowed my cheeks around him.

  “Fuck, I love that,” he said, weaving his fingers back into my hair to hold me to him as he curled around me from above. The water disappeared, his larger body blocking it and allowing me to open my eyes again.

  I found him braced above me with his forearm against the wall, the rest of him a display of firm muscle and lean strength. It made me want to lick him—something I’d done several times over the last few days. He’d said it was the animal inside me, but I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with my wolf and everything to do with natural desire. Ryder had the kind of body that was meant to be worshiped, and worship him I did.

  He growled as I took him deeper, his hand still in my hair while he remained braced on his other arm. I felt caged in by hot, sensual male. Surrounded by his heady scent. Claimed by his cock lodged deep in my throat.

  I never wanted this to end, and I proceeded to show him that by unleashing every talent I’d ever learned and combining it with what I knew he enjoyed. I cupped his heavy balls, used my thumb to massage the base of his shaft, and established a rhythm meant to drive him mad.

  It worked.

  He muttered something about never getting enough of me, his body tense with a need that shouldn’t have been possible given our last few hours in bed. But he was insatiable, his stamina resolute and finely primed.

  “Damn it, Willow,” he breathed, his head hitting the back of my throat. “You’re going to make me come again down that pretty little throat.”

  I groaned in approval, working him over with my tongue and mouth.

  It didn’t matter how long this took, my goal to satisfy him unwavering.

  Part of me realized I’d gone mad with lust for him, lost to this cocoon of sensual bliss he’d evoked around us. I refused to fight it. Because for the first time in my life, I was enjoying myself.

  Ryder made me feel alive. Happy. Cherished.

  Such a bizarre combination, especially as I sat in such an inferior position now, but I felt his reverence in the way his thumb stroked the sensitive space behind my ear. He had a death grip on my hair yet ensured I could sense his admiration.

  His cock began to pulse in my mouth, his muscles tensing along his abdomen, telling me he was close to erupting. I sucked him through the initial tremors, coaxing him to give me everything and to lose his control just for a moment.

  “Willow,” he groaned, his body beginning to shake. And then I felt him on my tongue, his salty essence flowing into the back of my throat.

  The tendons of his neck strained, his face a beautiful mask of furious rapture. Mmm, I loved this moment, his vulnerability and pleasure an intoxicating gift that I cherished.

  He growled, d
elighting my inner wolf. It was followed by a curse, and eventually praise. Ryder called me his sweet pet, his fingers combing through my hair while he continued to shelter me from the water above.

  “You’ve destroyed me,” he marveled, a note of awe in his tone. “Come here.” His touch drifted down to my chin, a slight pinch causing me to release him from my mouth, then he guided me upward to my feet. I moaned as he captured my lips, his tongue a whispering caress that opened me completely to him. He pulled me beneath the water, kissing me as the warm spray washed away the evidence of our time in bed. Yet I could still smell him, his minty essence forever embedded into my skin.

  I still didn’t understand everything about being a hybrid—hell, I barely understood how I’d become one—but all my concerns swirled down the drain as he held me.

  He’d told me how the lycan transformation process usually worked. Just as he’d explained the vampire transition. I’d technically not undergone either in full, but rather, I’d experienced some convoluted marriage between them both.

  However, I was definitely immortal. Yet Ryder claimed I was stronger than a newborn, his ancient bloodline working magic inside me that Edon’s bite had brought to life.

  “We’ll figure it out together,” Ryder had vowed.

  I believed him.

  We stroked each other and kissed throughout our shower. He lathered shampoo into my hair, then helped me rinse it. I tried to do the same for him, but his height proved superior to mine. He chuckled when I went to my tiptoes to try to check his dark strands for suds. Then he caught my hips and pulled me against him, his semi-hard erection a brand against my belly.

  I was about to comment when I heard a deep voice nearby. My nose twitched, Damien’s scent—cinnamon and spice, something my wolf recognized more than I did—swirling around me.

  “What is it?” Ryder asked, his lips near mine.

  “Damien,” I whispered, my nose twitching again. “I suddenly got a whiff of his cologne.” There was another scent with him. I sniffed, trying to identify the source. Woodsy with a hint of cinnamon, I thought. Rich. Masculine. “He’s with someone else.”