Gypsy Rising

In my mouth.

I swallow as fast as I can, but…this has never happened in my mouth before. However, I can’t help but give it all the effort I can, because I’ve never seen so much tortured pleasure on one person’s face. It’s the sort of expression that makes a girl happy to do whatever she can to draw it out.

But the wolf starts getting more aggressive, his claws digging into my sides, as the vampire drags me closer, his lips crushing mine so quickly that I once again miss the fast motions that lead from one second to the next.

He kisses me like he’s never been more thankful to kiss anyone in all his life, and as though he desperately needs so much more from me. Pleasure swarms me too quickly, and Emit’s growl and perfectly executed movements send me over the edge completely.

I cry out against Arion’s mouth, as my whole body trembles against him. I’m nearly crushed between them, when Emit drops to my back, and his hips still, as he muffles his sound against my throat.

Still trembling and suffering the aftershocks, my reaction time lags, as the very fast vampire moves. Emit curses as he’s knocked back. The world spins around me, and the vampire suddenly has my back pinned against the mattress once more.

There’s not any warning before he’s inside me, thrusting in so deep he completely buries himself inside me with that one stroke.

He shudders against me, his cool breath doing incredible things against my sensitive skin, and my nails dig into his back as he begins fucking me in earnest.

There’s a sharp sting at my neck, before I feel the ginger suckling there, and my body gets way more turned on by it than should be natural. Or decent.

My next orgasm hits without warning, and I’ll be embarrassed by the sound I make when I’m not so caught up in how fucking good it feels.

Arion gets rougher, drinking as much as he wants, while fucking me as mercilessly as he dares, and I’m not sure why I love it so much.

He groans against my neck, and his hands tighten on my hips so much that it almost feels bruising in the best possible way. He stills against me, and I turn my head more, giving him as much blood as he needs, because it feels so good to have him so close.

I hate him for doing this to me, but he already knows I love him. So I don’t actually hate him at all, because…

My head is entirely too fucked up, and I need to stop thinking.

“Arion, we’re gonna need the alpha vampire for this problem, if you’re quite finished being a selfish son of a bitch with our girlfriend,” Damien calls out, apparently forgetting we’re still broken up.

I really do need better boundaries.

Also, I need a stronger resolve or something.

Arion’s lips kiss along my throat, and they slide over mine, just barely brushing, as his gaze stays devoted to me. There’s a breathless moment where he conveys so much with that lost, yet content, look.

It’s the same look he gave me the first time we had sex.

As though he’s found something he didn’t know existed and doesn’t know how to treasure it properly.

Or…I’m a romantic idiot, who is reading way too much into it.

“I’ll make you my bride, Violet Carmine. And when I do, you’ll love every fucking second of it. You have a month to adjust to that warning before I make it a reality. Find a way to make peace with that,” he says before he practically vanishes, leaving my mind rushing after the really crazy shit he just said like it wasn’t a big deal.

Emit is beside me and pulling me against him, running his lips up my neck, and cradling me to him. He nuzzles me, affectionately snuggling against me, as I continue to reel from Arion’s parting words.

“He ruins all the fun when he says crazy shit,” Emit says on a sigh. “But you do continuously reward bad behavior,” he points out.

I blink up at him, still too stunned for words. Arion was so serious that I believe he really did threaten to force me to be his bride, and to ultimately get over it if I have any objections.

I have no idea how I feel about this, since it sounded far more endearing the last time he mentioned it. Before he gave me a deadline and made it such a reality.

“How do you feel about being my mate?” Emit asks too abruptly.

These guys…

I swear…

“Honestly, I haven’t had a chance to process how I feel about it yet,” I tell him honestly, sighing as I relax and get comfortable on his chest.

I love how surrounded and protected I feel when I’m in Emit’s arms. I also love how dainty I feel, since he’s a beast of a man.

He grins down at me, his eyebrows bouncing up, as he drags my leg over his hip.

“How do you feel about it?” I ask, shifting uncomfortably against him, and finding myself avoiding his eyes like a coward.

His hand comes around the back of my head, and my eyes meet his when he forces me closer, dragging our faces so close together that our lips bump.

He smirks when I shiver against him, my body sated twice and still hungry for more, since I’m apparently insatiable this morning.

“I was rejected by the last woman I tried to take as a mate. Since then, I’ve never even attempted loving a woman,” he says, his smirk falling away.

He glances down to my lips, and his gaze bounces back up to meet mine, as his arm comes around my waist.

“There’s no way to describe the pain of having your mark rejected after claiming someone. However, if you don’t want my mark—”