“You. You left. No.”
It was all she was able to say. Her stomach cramped. She wrapped her arms around herself.
His eyes froze on her neck as he advanced. She had no doubt what he was looking at, and the lack of surprise on his face had her ready to commit murder. Or suicide in that case, because killing him meant killing herself.
So be it, it would be worth it. That bastard, he’d known. He’d fucking known she was mated to him and he’d still stayed away.
“Evesse.” Zeniel barked her name so forcefully that she found herself stopping against her will, her body obeying his command.
“You left.” Damn her, that time her words came out as nothing more than a whimper.
Zeniel flung off his jacket and began stalking around her, those unholy eyes scanning her body worriedly. “I had no choice.”
The more he looked at her, the tenser he became, muscles bulging with strain and veins swelling on his forearms. Eve almost bit her tongue. There was no way she could muster the strength to move away from him, not just then. Her legs shook. Her arms tightened around her middle as she tried desperately to hold onto her anger.
“Fuck that. There’s always a choice. Even I, an ex-human, know that. You made yours. So, I made mine.”
“And what choice is that?”
“Someway, somehow, I’m going to exist perfectly fine without you. Hell, I’ve been doing really well so far.”
The muscles on his beautiful face tightened. The lines on his jaw and neck began to writhe, and his features morphed in anger, becoming more dangerous. His cheek bones grew so pronounced that the hollows beneath seemed stark.
“Evesse, don’t push me. I still haven’t regained full control.”
Obviously. She was almost sure it was Mavrak she was speaking to, and hated that seeing his demon half had her seconds from dropping to her knees. Or flying onto the bed, legs spread, and body arched in a plea.
The sheer thought of baring herself to him had her gushing. The tiny, flimsy thing she wore as underwear wasn’t going to be able to hold back her wetness. It was seconds from dripping down her thigh. Embarrassing.
Zeniel’s nostrils flared and he stopped mid-stride, his eyes sliding closed and an agonized groan leaving him.
No. No. He knew Eve, remember. He left you like this and he knew you belonged to him.
“Isn’t that why you left in the first place?” she finally managed to ask, relieved when the necessary bite flowed behind the words. “Because you weren’t in control? Well, then. You can carry along in your search for that control. I’m leaving.”
Her legs actually functioned long enough for her to side-step around him. Zeniel flashed right in front of her, blocking her way. The markings on his face writhed even more. New lines appeared under the sleeves of his T-shirt, caressing his large biceps almost lovingly as they moved.
“Eve. You’re not helping me right now. You need to calm the hell down.”
Wrong thing to ever say to her. Ever. Especially considering what she’d been going through without him the last week.
The first hit to his chest took Zeniel by surprise, his grunt and his expression both shocked. His shoes skidded across marble from the force of her blow. It was good. So good. It had the anger in her smiling and ahing to its little heart’s content.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Damn you. I woke up and you weren’t there. You weren’t fucking there!” She beat against his chest repeatedly, so hard that the walls shook with each blow.
Still, he stood there, taking her hits.
“I know,” he said in a low voice that dripped with an apology she didn’t want to hear right then.
She pulled back, ready to aim at his face next. Zen’s hands shot out, grabbing onto her wrists before she could execute her move. Her spine caught fire as rage blew up inside each vertebra. She flung her leg out, nailing him in the knee with her heel.
Zen grunted, almost buckling, but he refused to let go. He flipped her around, her wrists in his grip, and she ended up with her back pressed to his chest and her arms forcefully wrapped around her. Before she could kick him again, he dragged her cursing and struggling straight into his body.
Eve froze and gasped, feeling that erection of his pressing right between her ass cheeks—huge, unrelenting, and oh-so-fucking tempting.
“Fight me all you want, I can smell how drenched you are, my female.”
With a growl that nearly scared her, Zeniel dove for her neck, moving her hair aside with his face, nuzzling her skin brusquely. Almost as if he wanted to merge his flesh with hers. He latched onto her mark, licking and sucking it so hard that a small piece of her skin actually ripped.
The moment her blood touched his tongue, an orgasm exploded inside her.
Zeniel moaned desperately, holding her still.
Then, right as she was about to lose her mind from the feeling of her empty walls convulsing, he snarled and sank his teeth into her neck.
Chapter 12
The violent shaking she had going on was nothing. Hell, the orgasm still playing squeeze-and-release with her inner walls was nothing. Not when compared to the shock of realizing that there was only one reason Zeniel would be drinking from her.
He was mated to her.
And hey, didn’t that send her orgasm onto a whole new level? Fireworks shot off between her synapses, sending glee-signals through every nerve.
“Zeniel.”
He was shaking now, too, moaning hoarsely, and taking long pulls from her vein. Releasing her arms, he grabbed onto her hips and ground into her ass. Deep rotations pressed him hard into her, and she felt his cock jerking inside his jeans.
He was coming.
She collapsed against him, her body convulsing angrily—empty. Her fangs descended. Her insides surged with hunger, leaving her deranged, desperate . . . wild.
Blindly, Eve searched out his wrist, latching on and pulling on it with all her might. It was almost like playing tug-a-war with an elephant. The man simply didn’t want to let her go. Growling, she yanked until she was able to pry the fingers of his left hand from her hip. In a flash, she had his wrist at her mouth. His skin seemed to draw her incisors in before she had even decided to bite down.
His blood rushed into her, almost as if it’d been desperate to do so. She turned into a livewire of pure sex, her orgasm abusing her womb. Their scents blasted into the room, a pulsing wave of high octane arousal.
Zeniel ripped his mouth away from her neck. His breath was harsh against her ear. He let go of her hip, and slid his hand between her legs, pushing her skirt aside. Eve writhed against him as if she were having a seizure.
“That’s it, my R’ma. Drink me. Take me,” he whispered roughly into her ear.
She groaned his name, a garbled, watery sound full of his blood since she hadn’t let go of his wrist. His fingers pressed against her swollen clit, above her underwear, teasing and torturing her.
“So wet for me.”
She let go of his wrist in a rush. “Zen. Zen, I need—”
He had her on his bed before she could finish the thought. Roughly, he grabbed her knees, spreading her wide. The smile that pulled at his lips stole her breath. It was vicious. And awed.
His hands shook on her knees. “Waited so long for this. You have no idea.”
His eyes met hers. She couldn’t focus on them for long. Peeking out of the collar of his black T-shirt was a new mark—a red, black and yellow tribal design that stretched toward his jaw. Tears shot into her eyes so fast she blinked in surprise and shook her head.
“You . . . you’re really mine?”
Zeniel sat back on his legs, his head falling back as he laughed. “No, female. This is a dream you’re having.”
Conceited fucker.
“Because that’s what I dream about. Right.”
So what if she was lying? He didn’t need to know that.
He caressed her knees, giving her a look that told her exactly what he th
ought of that comment. “Do you not?”
The way he arched his eyebrow had her torn between biting him and hitting him again.
She scowled. “Do you even want to be mated to me?”
He frowned so hard that his brows seemed to become one. The intensity of his stare nearly had her crawling away from him. Eyes locked on hers, he manhandled her knees wide open, making room for all six feet two inches of him.
“Female.” He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me: How could you possibly think I wouldn’t want you?”
The way he asked her that was enough to make her almost come, her hips slamming up against his. Then he kissed her as she thrashed under him, his tongue heavy and rough inside her mouth.
Holy fuck. The taste coming off him. Too much. It was too damned much.
“Does this feel like I don’t want you?” He surged between her legs, his cock merciless as he pushed it into her throbbing clit over and over. “I’m trembling for you. Feel me.”
She had no choice; he was all over her, covering her. He rubbed against her like an animal marking its territory. Not that she was any better. She was soaking his jeans, she knew it. Could smell herself in the air between them. He kept driving her, his hips swiveling.
Then he stopped, right as her body was in mid-orgasm. His expression turned uncertain.
Her expression was screaming bloody-fucking-murder. “Zeniel . . .”
“Do you want this? We can’t undo it, but do you want me?”
Her thighs seized on either side of him, and her heart wasn’t far behind. She mewled desperately, fighting his weight, arching up to him and bathing his jean-clad cock in her cum as her clit continued to pulse.
“Evesse?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes. I always wanted you.”
Ah, fuck. Did she just admit that out loud?
He reared back away from her again, his hands trailing down her sides. Her dress disappeared, leaving her in her small black thong and high heels. He grabbed onto her hips, lifting her off the bed and grinding into her like he had no intention of stopping. The way he looked at her breasts was beyond hungry. His need to taste them hung thick in the air.
“I’ve dreamed of this. Of having you like this on my bed.”
Eve almost confessed that she had, in fact, dreamed of it, too. Zen spread his legs further, and arched into her in a way that set every muscle beneath his shirt on display. Even the sides of his neck tensed and released with the move.
“Fuck. Yes!” she cried, her back contorting and almost knocking her off the bed.
“I ache for you, Evesse. Can’t wait to slide inside you.”
“Do it. Please.”
“Not yet.” He let go of her hips, grabbing one of her breasts in each hand. “The things I want to do to these.” He pinched each of her nipples, rotating them softly. “If I told you . . .” Shaking his head, he bit his lip and latched onto them, hard.
Eve’s mouth fell open when he used the hold to keep her still so he could continue grinding into her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, fighting to stop her eyes from rolling back.
“I want to lick them, Evesse. Bite them. Suck them. Shit, can’t help it. I want to come all over them, and mark you.”
She latched onto his shoulders with her nails and pulled. “What is wrong with you? Fuck. Can’t . . . uh. You can’t say that to me if you’re not going to fuck me!”
Zeniel laughed again, the sound strained. He leaned forward to press his forehead against the headboard. He didn’t stop rocking into her, and she couldn’t dredge up enough concentration to dematerialize his jeans herself.
He opened his eyes, black and red holding her captive. “Look at you. Your skin is so pink. Calling me. You want me to drink you, don’t you?”
“Do . . . it. Something. Please, okay? You have me begging. Do something.”
He slid a hand under her back, pressing it flat between her shoulder blades. She had never been more aware of the size difference between them as she was then. He lifted her up, a snarl ripping through his throat.
“I’m going to eat you,” was the only warning she got. He slid down her body, stopping at her breast and sucking her aching nipple into his mouth. She cried out, the pleasure ricocheting from her tit to her womb and back. His name left her on a low, sultry whisper; a tone she would have never recognized as her own.
“Your scent,” Zen whispered, pulling back and rubbing his lips across the tip of her nipple. He pressed his nose to the curve of her flesh, inhaling deeply. “Fucking delicious.”
His mouth opened, flashing his fangs, and then he dragged one across her breast, drawing her blood. He latched on to the wound, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed out.
Eve grasped onto his T-shirt. Fuck dematerializing it; she shredded the thing right off and scoured his back with her nails the moment his hot skin was bared. Without the shirt, she could see every mark on him, including the tribal-like design making its way down his neck, across his shoulders, and lower.
“So sexy,” she whispered, in awe of the man above her.
He stopped sucking on her, raising his head to stare at her with heavy-lidded, solid black eyes. “No. You are. And I own you.”
His thick lips were parted, coated in her blood and his saliva. Eve cupped the back of his head and pulled him to her mouth. He kept his eyes open and stared at her as she licked and sucked herself off his lips. Then, with a hiss he let his eyes close, his tongue pushing its way between her lips again. It was a heavy, dominant kiss, and never in her wildest fantasies would she have imagined that he would be such a rough kisser. He didn’t ask; he just took.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her head into the pillow. “I’m going to drink you dry. Lick you till you come all over my face. I have to.”
Oh. Oh, that sounded like heaven. It did. But she needed that pole he had going on between his legs more than she needed anything else.
He, of course, gave her no say. Just shot straight down her body. Her underwear disappeared and she gasped, tensing from shock. He didn’t give her time to be embarrassed, though. Just spread her wide and stared at her with a look she could feel on her lower lips.
“Holy . . . I’ve lived my whole life waiting for this.”
“Jesus.” She trembled, too on edge to look down at him. She couldn’t. Seeing him between her legs was going to send her into another orgasm, and her inner walls were sore from contracting with nothing to fill them.
“You’re ripe. So ready. Right fucking there. Look at you. So smooth.”
His words made it harder for her to keep her orgasm back. Her too swollen clit throbbed in the air between them, distending toward him. Zen hissed out a curse. Eve grabbed onto the pillow beneath her head, praying.
The choice whether to come or not was taken from her again, with just a flick of his finger. She choked, eyes flying open, locking unseeing on the ceiling.
“So beautiful. Look at you leak for me.” He caressed her entrance softly, pressing the pad of his thumb into her hymen. Feeling it. Feeling her. Eve twisted this way and that in vain, trying to get his finger inside her.
“Zeniel. Can’t anymore. Inside. Need something inside me.”
He slid his thumb into her, not stopping until he was knuckle deep. “Fuck.”
“Zen.” Eve wondered if her back was going to get stuck in an arch, but didn’t really care. Her walls clamped down around his finger, sliding hungrily around it. She begged him to move. Of course, he didn’t listen, just laid there, his thumb inside her, his breath rushing out.
She rotated her hips. Slick, wet sounds reached her. She was going to break apart if she didn’t feel more of him. Now. She could already see herself exploding in an energy-fueled eruption that took the entire dimension with her.
“Look at me.”
Eve shook her head, trembling so hard that her tendons were straining.
“Eve. Look. At. Me.”
“I can’t,” she whined. “You’re no
t moving. Need you to.”
“Look at me and I’ll give you what you need.”
Well, now. Her head practically jumped off the pillow so she could lock eyes with him.
Dear Gods, the feral smile he gave her. She was wet down to her thighs, and somehow, it was getting worse.
“You have a perfect little slit. So wet. I can taste you already.”
Eve choked.
“You’re so smooth. I just want to suck you. Bite you.”
Hair had never grown back after her change. Seeing his reaction to her slick, soft skin, made her want to fall to her knees in gratitude of that fact.
“Hungry, aren’t you?” he asked her, leaning down just enough for her to feel his breath on her pulsating clit. “I know I am.” His tongue slid out, the tip barely flicking her.
“Oh, God. Zen!” She screamed, pain lancing through her as she came again. Her feet thrashed across his back. One heel fell off her foot, hitting the floor. Then the other.
Zeniel snarled, forcing her thighs to stay open with one hand while she rode his thumb. He went in, pressing his tongue flat against her clit, swirling, pulling back, going back in and sucking her between his lips. Hot breath passed over her heated skin.
“God yes. Taste so good. So swollen. Begging to be fucked.” Zen let go of her thigh and reached down.
She knew the moment he took out his cock and fisted it. She felt the stab of pleasure he experienced. His tongue lapped at her, thick and slow. One twist of his wrist, and his thumb slid out of her, coming back in a hard thrust made the bed shake. He was unyielding between her legs, his eyes closed, his brow tensed. God, he was lost in her, and the sight was too much for her to handle.
“Come for me again, Evesse.” He opened his eyes and leaned back enough to rub his chin across her clit. “Cover me in it.” His shoulder and bicep flexed as he stroked his dick.
Eve shook her head, incapable of any form of speech. The sounds leaving her couldn’t even be considered human anymore. She wouldn’t survive another orgasm, but her hands shot down and latched onto his hair anyway. She pulled him to her, holding him tight so she could ride his face with her pussy.
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