9
 

 

 

 

What the fuck?

Ever since I’d escaped with the Virgin, I’d awoken to a different scenario.

Last time it had been a crash and Thane was gone, then the vampires had taken me and their prince had afflicted me with his venom, then the wolves had kidnapped me and argued what to do with me. 

This time was nicer than any of the other times, but who knew what would happen next.

Antonio wrapped his arms around me tightly as if holding on to dear life. Only we weren’t on good terms.

But my body didn’t care for my grudge as liquid heat flared between my thighs.

I still wanted him.

My body wanted him as badly as before when we’d fucked in the cave. It spurred me to grab his hand on my belly and make it move further down to ease the ache of the tender flesh between my legs. Or better, it advised, wiggling my ass and grinding against his huge erection.

That would totally get me fucked.

Fucking storms, I wanted his large, hard cock inside me. I wanted to feel its weight and hotness. It would give me mind-bending pleasure, just what I needed to forget all my misfortune, grief, and a doomed future.

I held still by sheer will.

My body and mind had been at odds ever since I’d met this wolf. Even turning into a half vampire hadn’t snuffed my desire for him.

Yet, I hadn’t completely turned.

Maybe when the transformation was complete, we would feel repulsed toward each other, and he’d be more than happy to kill me. Besides, what would happen when I started to crave blood?

I wouldn’t be my own person if I couldn’t control my urge, either for sex or blood.

Antonio murmured something gently, his arms pulling me tighter against him. I admit, it soothed my aching muscles and calmed my spirit.

I wore a cotton top, and my panties were soaked.

I turned my head to glance over my shoulder.

Antonio was bare-chested, his warmth radiating to me. Maybe I should pretend to be asleep and snuggle against him, so I could keep stealing his warmth.

Or you can put his cock in your pussy, a voice purred in the back of my mind. He won’t mind. He still wants to fuck you more than anything.

Shut up. I rolled my eyes. 

Yet the scene of how his cock had thrust wildly inside my heated channel replayed in my head.

As if responding to my reveries, his cock jerked forward, straining against me.

He was aware of me, even in his half sleep. 

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“Sleeping and holding you,” he said.

“Get away from me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or won’t?”

“I don’t want to. It feels good with you in my arms. You’re so soft and warm, Bella.”

Soon, I would be cold and hard after I became a vampire.

“I don’t feel good. Your thing sticks against me like a knife.”

“That’s an exaggeration. My cock likes you, and it’s gentle. It’ll never hurt you.”

I moved my hand backwards to brush it away from my back, but it bounced right back. My hand froze in the air, wanting to hold it in my palm and stroke it.

“You can hold it all you want,” Antonio said. 

“I don’t want to hold it.”

“It’ll be very happy if you do. My cock is hard for you. It’ll always want you.”

I sneered. “Don’t promise too soon. Everything about me is going to change. In half a day, I’ll turn to a vampire, your natural enemy. My scent will also change. It’ll gross you out, and you’ll get rid of me without me saying a word.”

“Never, Bella,” he said, as if my words hurt him. He tugged me against him, reducing the space between us. “I will never leave you. Your scent will forever sing to my blood, no matter who you are or what you are.”

I didn’t bother to argue. The fact would speak for itself, and he’d see. We were only prolonging my death sentence.

“I’m sorry for everything that happened to you, Bella. It was my fault. But things will be different now. No matter what happens, we’ll get through it together. I’ve vowed to protect you with my every breath. I’m not going anywhere, and we’ll make a new life.”

“Don’t say things like that,” I said. “They make me sick to the stomach. We can’t have a life together.”

“We can,” he insisted.

“Release me. I need to get up.”

“I’ll let you go and you can do whatever you want,” he said. “But our lives are fated to be together.”

It took him a long moment to unwind himself from me.

The vacancy from his touch pained me, but I ignored it and sat up.

Antonio got up, too, and sat across from me, looking like it was killing him to keep from pulling me onto his lap.

I dropped a gaze at the huge bulge in his trousers.

My eyelids grew heavy.

Maybe I should fuck him one last time before I turned into a vampire.

I tore my gaze from his erection, only to see him smile at me. Oh, that killing smile. My heart stuttered.

“It’s okay, Bella,” he said. “You can look at it as much as you want.”

He jumped off the bed and stripped off his trousers. His proud male member sprang out, erect and ready.

I licked my lips. I wanted to taste it.

But I hissed instead, “What are you doing?”  

“Letting my mate have a full view of my cock. It belongs to you.”

“I don’t want to see it,” I said, but I didn’t avert my gaze. 

The heat between my thighs grew hotter, fire licking my shivering folds and enticing them to open, and they did.

“I want to see your pussy.” His heated gaze fell on my panties, undressing me. “It’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen, but I didn’t get to suckle it as I wanted to in the cave.”

My depth pulsed achingly.

“Stop. Just stop,” I said.

“This is part of our life now, Bella. We’re mates. We’re hot for each other. And always will be.”

I wanted to rebuke him and deny it, but he could scent my arousal.

Damn the wolf’s superior senses. I could smell his as well, raw, harsh, and irresistibly male.

Maybe we should really fuck now since we both wanted it so badly.

Besides, the mating fever would go away when I became a vampire.

“Since you’ve had a full view of your male,” he said, as if he had just done me a favor, “I’m going to dress for the day.”

He strolled to the closet and pulled on a black shirt.

I studied his gorgeous naked ass and willed myself not to jump him.

Antonio grabbed a pair of black trousers and turned to me. His well-hung cock swayed in hunger. It wanted some hot action.

It wanted to penetrate my pussy.  

My body urged me to slide down my panties.

I didn’t do that, but I inched my ass toward the edge of the bed.

All I needed to do was open my legs wide, and I would have a big, hard cock inside me.

He would stand at the bedside fucking me. We have a soft bed now. We could have a great time. 

Lust darkened his eyes. The same thought seemed to echo in his head.

He didn’t put on the trousers, his cock taut like steel.

I grabbed the thin sheet and wrapped it around my bare skin before I slid out of the bed.

“I need some clothes.”  

“Of course.” He pulled on his trousers.

I felt a tinge of regret. When I rejected him, I also denied myself.

“It’s all in the closet,” he said. “Do you want me to help you? We raided your ship and took half of the supplies. Your personal stuff is all here.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What about the other half of the supplies in my ship?”

They should all be mine, theoretically and lawfully, but I had learned it was no use to tell that to anyone on this planet, unless I could beat them all.

Law and order were a foreign concept on the City of Nine.

“The other half went to the Witch Tower,” Antonio said with a sigh. Obviously, he didn’t approve of that. “Queen Kaara Nightshades is also the Wickedest Witch’s general.”

“Why does she serve the witch when she’s queen?” I asked.

“I wonder the same,” Antonio said. “But they’re working together to get us all off this planet. Sharing what we raid is part of the deal. The Wickedest Witch is our only hope of leaving Pandemonium.”

I’d seen all the other crashed ships and half of the city in ruin.

“This place is going to be destroyed one day, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “Now I have you, I have something to live and fight for. I’ll do whatever necessary to get you out of here.”

And I’d been a fool to dive headfirst into this planet of all the places in the universe.

“Are you hungry, Bella?” he asked. “Food is limited in the City of Nine, but we’ve stockpiled. I can get you eggs and corn bread. How would you like your eggs cooked?”

I hadn’t eaten anything since I’d crashed, but I didn’t feel like eating either. Even the mention of food made my stomach queasy.

My body was changing. Soon my diet would consist of only blood.

“I’m not hungry,” I said. “Please leave the room so I can dress.”

“You can dress in front of me as I just did. I don’t mind. I love seeing your body.”

“Do you have any notion of space and privacy at all, wolf?”

His brows drew together. “We’re mates! We’re one soul in two bodies. Why do we need space and distance? All I want is to reduce them.”

“We’re still two bodies with two souls.” I strolled toward the closet. “Excuse me, you’re blocking me. Could you please move?”

His body heat radiated to me, but I didn’t back off. I waited for him to let me have space.

He grinned, grabbed me, and kissed me hard on the mouth.

It burned my skin deliciously. I wanted to curve a hand around his neck and have more of it, but I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

He laughed and headed toward the door. “I’ll get us breakfast. Be back in a second.”

“No need to hurry back,” I said.

I looked in the closet. Antonio had indeed brought my personal belongings here. I shoved on a brown hunting outfit that hugged my shape.

Before I put a leather belt on, Antonio ducked in.

“I’m not done yet,” I said.

“You look lovely, Bella.” He gave me an appreciative look while holding two mugs of steaming tea. “Tea is a rarity here, but I’m the general, so I have the first pick. Marrok doesn’t drink tea anyway.”

I bet all food on this planet had to be rationed. As a princess, I’d never known life could be harsh for common people. If I had any power to change things, I would dump all the privileged onto Pandemonium. That would knock out their entitlement quite well.

I was new in this city, so Antonio was trying to share everything with me, including that his king didn’t fancy tea. He was helping me adapt. It’d have worked great if he’d picked me up right from the ship and treated me better at that time. But fate had another idea.

The vampires had snatched me instead and their prince had poisoned me. His venom still coursed through my veins.

“Where’s your food?” I asked. “You said eggs and corn bread.” 

No wonder he’d come back so fast.

He grinned. “Hungry?”

I found I really liked his grin. He was all male and harsh and rough around the edges, but he was extremely gentle with me ever since he’d gotten me back. When he smiled, a warm, kind, and boyish charm broke through his rigid exterior honed by decades of battling and surviving.

I didn’t think he smiled often on this planet.

“A guard will bring the breakfast,” he said. “I wanted to return to you as soon as possible.”

“After breakfast, will you show me around the Keep?”

Antonio’s face sank. “King Marrok forbids you from leaving the house, but you can do some exercises in the backyard with my company.” He looked pained at seeing my disappointed expression. “If you go outside, some of the wolves may be a threat to you. They know—they know who you are. I’m sorry, Bella.”

“Who am I exactly?”

“To me, you’re my Bella.”

“I’m not really safe here, am I?”

“While you’re here with me, no one can pass through the door. I’ll kill anyone who wants to harm you on site. I don’t care if they’re my people. No one hurts my mate.”

I sighed. “In the end, I’m still a prisoner.”

Antonio winced. “It’s temporary. It won’t always be like this. When we have your condition under control, we’ll change the rules.”

“We won’t get it under control. It’ll only get worse.”

“Bella, things will get better,” he said. “We’ll figure it out.”

He stalked toward me, wanting to embrace me. I was tempted to throw myself into his arms to seek warmth and expel the cold dread in me, but I wouldn’t allow myself to have the illusion of “everything will be fine.”

When he burst my bubble, it’d hurt worse.

I had nothing left but a clear mind, for the moment.

So, I cut him a glare to stop him from getting any closer and swiftly plucked the mug out of his hand.

I didn’t blame King Marrok’s ban.

I wouldn’t allow myself to run around in the Keep either. I was a ticking bomb. My vampire fangs could come out any time and bite whoever was in my path.

Dark Prince Desdemona might not be able to control my body again by breaching the barrier the Wickedest Witch had constructed in my mind, but what if I couldn’t fight against my vampire nature after I turned?

I would crave blood. I’d seen how blood frenzy drove the vampires.

I took a swig of the tea.  

What was that taste? It tasted horrible. It tasted worse than mud.

I immediately spat the rest of the liquid back into the mug.

I needed to wash my mouth of that dreadful aftertaste.

“Bella?” Antonio asked. He drank the tea to test it for himself. “It tastes fine. It’s some kind of black tea. They say it’s a new brand—the English breakfast tea. It came from a ship we raided four months ago.”

I just looked at him devastatingly and saw the realization also sink into him.

My taste buds had changed; my diet habits would soon follow. 

Antonio stepped closer to me, his scent wafting toward me. I sniffed to test what else had changed, my nostrils flaring. I fully expected him to smell like the English tea, or worse. I was ready to bolt to the bathroom to throw it all up, though I didn’t really have anything in my stomach.

Enticing and rich, and sweeter than anything—that was Antonio’s smell. 

My gaze fell upon the veins in his neck. It pulsed with youthful vigor—that was the drink I needed. I could feel my eyes brightening with interest, and my mouth watered

No. I blinked and staggered back.

As the craving hit me, my body pounded with a new, urgent need. At my denial, my stomach rumbled in pain.

All had come to a single, sharpened focus now.

I was very thirsty. My throat felt parched by fire.

The veins on Antonio’s neck throbbed. How lovely! All I ever needed was there—flowing freely and abundantly inside. It called to me like the Siren song.

Yes! I answered.

My teeth sharpened and lengthened, and I bared them for Antonio.

In the reflection of his horrified eyes, I could see a ring of crimson forming around my golden irises.

Instead of lunging at him, as I very much wanted to, I placed the mug down on a table and stepped away from him. I’d just seen a monster, and it was me.  

The concept of drinking blood was so repulsive—yet overpowering.

I parted my lips and panted hard.

I wasn’t Bella anymore. I was two persons who were at odds with each other. My moral self versus my need to survive.

Antonio’s fresh, sweet blood sang louder to me.

I withdrew to the bed. My hands landed backwards on the footboard to support my trembling body, and my eyes never left the veins pumping on Antonio’s corded neck.

By my last sheer will, I sank to the bed, rolled on it, and curled into a ball, turning my face away from him. 

I couldn’t bear to see the horror on his face. I’d spotted the shock ripple across it. I had to avert my gaze to avoid seeing what would come next—disgust. 

I told myself to go back to sleep in the hope I would never wake up, or maybe wake up, and find all of this was but a nightmare that I would eventually forget.

“Bella, I believe your transition has sped up,” Antonio said, coming to the bedside.

Thank you, Captain Obvious, for reminding me of something I desperately wanted to brush aside.

“Kaara warned me of this,” he said.

I didn’t see his face, but his scent was potent under my nostrils at the close range—male, sweet, and harsh at once. His blood called to me. 

I bit down on my lip and tasted my own blood. It was nothing compared to his that was potent and tempting beyond measure.

I closed my eyes and tried not to inhale. I’d rather starve myself to death than take blood.

But what about a sip? Like a teaspoon?

If Antonio was wise, he should end me now before it got any uglier.

He wouldn’t put up with me in the end. And I wouldn’t blame him. Who would? My demise shouldn’t be on his conscience. He had to do what he must. In the end, I would tell him that he was doing me a favor.

The venom started boiling in my veins.

Burn! Stop! Burn!

My primal instinct told me the only way to ease the scorch was to take Antonio’s blood. It would feel so good to sink my fangs into his thick veins.  

I pictured how I would do it with enthusiasm, but a small part of me resisted. I clenched my teeth and grappled the sheet to prevent myself from lunging at him.

He needed to leave, but I was in too much pain to tell him as much.

The burn increased.

The vampire princess’s warning and laughter reverberated in my ear. “The fire will burn your heart, your airway, your veins and every fiber of your being. You’ll wish it will burn you to ashes quickly, but it won’t.”

Antonio perched on the edge of the mattress, and the bed became lopsided under his weight.

A part of me was giddy that he was so close and seemingly unguarded; the other part screamed for him to get far away from me. I could jump on him any second, and one bite from me, and he’d be done for.

King Marrok had warned Antonio to bind me, but the idiot had snarled. “Never!”

He should have listened to his wise king. I wouldn’t hate him for chaining me, considering right now all I wanted was his sweet blood, and soon nothing else could top that.

Vampires usually weren’t fond of wolves’ blood, unless they had no other choices, but Antonio smelled divine, and his blood would be nectar to me.

Maybe it was because he was indeed my mate, and I could think of nothing but his blood now.

My legs jerked at the intensive burn.

Fucking storms! I wouldn’t be able to hold much longer.

“End me, Antonio,” I whimpered, sweat drenching me. “End my suffering, if you truly care about me.”

“I care about you more than anything, more than life itself, but I won’t kill you. It’s beyond me.”

“Then give me the dagger. I’ll do it myself.”

“No, Bella. We’ll get through this. We must. I’m with you every step of the way.”

“You can’t be with me. You don’t understand what’s happening!”

He pulled me into his arms. My pain shocked him. He felt it. Agony twisted his face. He held me closer as if he wanted to take my pain into his and relieve mine.

“I forgive you for saying those hurtful words to me in the cave. I’m burning, Antonio. I beg you to kill me. Don’t blame yourself for what happened to me. It’s not your fault the vampires took me. You’re a shifter. I’m turning into a vampire. We’re enemies by nature. It’ll never work out. Don’t let me drag you down. This isn’t a life for me either. Give me a dagger if you don’t have the heart to help me end this.” 

“Bella!”

The black fire submerged into my bones, cooking my marrows.

I howled in agony.

The guards banged on the door. 

Antonio snapped his head toward them and snarled. “I have it under control. Just guard the fucking door and don’t let anyone in.”

He pulled me onto his lap and placed my head at the crook of his shoulder and neck. “Drink,” he ordered. 

“Are you fucking crazy?”  

“You’ll need to feed to survive. My blood will ease your burn. You’ll take blood from me and no one else. We’ll do a small portion every day, so you can control your bloodlust.”

Wolves would rather die than be drunk by the bloodsuckers.

Yet he offered himself to me.

“The venom will get into your veins,” I said. “It’ll kill you, or worse, turn you.”

“Drink, Bella,” he said. “You won’t get through this if you don’t take my blood. Lady Fiammetta cast a protection spell on me, so the venom in you won’t turn me.”

I pulled back and gazed at him. One look at him, and I knew he wasn’t sure either if the Wickedest Witch could really ward him. 

He was risking his life and more.

I also understood, the moment I stepped out of his protection, the shifters would tear me apart, or burn me on the stake.

If I drained him, I’d die as well.

Maybe this was the best option seeing how he wasn’t going to let me go either way. 

“I won’t let you take too much from me,” he said. “We can both survive, and I’ll be able to take care of you.”

I could no longer register his words as my lips pressed against the veins on his neck. Life pulsed inside with the sweetest nectar.

My fangs prolonged, glazing over his skin, while I gave him one last chance to snap my neck.

He sat very still, just holding me.

That sealed his fate and mine.

My new vampire fangs pierced his skin. 

His blood, so thick, sweet, and tart, flowed onto my tongue, and along with it, I drank in his longing, fear, and desperation. I coveted more. And his hopes, dreams, and loyalty poured into me with a stream of hot blood.

I sucked greedily from a male of worth.

I could not recall anything tasting better than his blood that was full of vigor and sparkling life.

I swallowed a mouthful, then another, sighing in bliss. 

The burning in me receded, replaced by a new wonder.

As my tongue rolled in the hot blood, my mount grew slick with need as well.

Lust slashed at me like a dark storm.

I wanted Antonio’s big cock inside me while I drank him.

Would he be receptive after all this?

I soon had the assured satisfaction that he was granite hard for me.

I ground my ass on his erection. I wanted to fuck him now.

“Not now, Bella,” Antonio grated, stilling me. “You’re feeding on me.”

His blood streamed in my veins, giving me a new life.

I smiled big. I felt like the sunshine princess again, and I wanted to pierce him deeper.

Antonio pulled me—dragged my face—away from his neck.

I fought to cling to him, to latch on him again, to take more.

His blood was the most alluring song to me, and I wasn’t done listening to it.

My hands seized his face roughly, but Antonio sank hard his thumb and middle-finger into the joints between my jaw and neck.

That wasn’t nice.

I felt sore, then numbness took over. 

Was he going to kill me?

A sense of betrayal choked me.

I glared at him, my fangs bared, and my hand tried to claw at him. 

Strength left my limbs.

A realization hit me. Antonio wasn’t killing me. He had learned the Meridian points from Queen Kaara and had just used the method to incapacitate me.

A conniving bastard.

I slumped against him.

Antonio held me carefully in his arms.

“The Wickedest Witch said no more than three mouthfuls a day.”  

“The witch knows no shit!”

Fortunately, I could still move my vocal muscles, though my other muscles were bound.

He smiled. “The witch kills for less, but I won’t let her touch a hair on your head.”

“Release me.”

“Not until you behave.”

“I’m good now,” I said. “I’m not that thirsty anymore.”

The blood frenzy departed me, and so my conscience returned. Especially when I saw blood still dripping from the wound in his neck.

I swallowed as guilt riddled me. 

He pulled out a napkin from a pocket and wiped the blood on his neck.

Under my bottom, his cock remained hard for me.

“How—how could you still want me?” I asked in a broken voice.

“You’re my mate. What you are won’t change that. I’ll always desire you.”

We shouldn’t want each other, since we were different species now, and I’d just fed on him.

It was the worst fate for a shifter—to be a vampire’s food, and he’d endured it for me.

Something fluttered in my chest, making my dead heart come alive. 

The burn was gone in my veins, but another kind of fire flared between my thighs. If I didn’t sate it, it would combust me as well.

“Touch me, please,” I breathed.

“But, Bella—”

“I can’t undress myself,” I said, “unless you free me.”

“I can’t let you go just yet. Your eyes still have a hint of crimson rings. You’ll jump me for more blood.”

“I won’t. I promise. I’ve told you, I’m not that thirsty anymore. You need to trust me. I want you, Antonio.”

He inhaled sharply at the way I said his name.

“Touch me to ease my ache down there,” I enticed, my voice sweet yet husky, “and ease yours, as well. I know you want me just as badly as I want you. Fuck me, Antonio.”

His hardness beneath burned into my skin.  

His eyes were heavily hooded with thick lust, but he attempted to resist. “You just fed on me.”

“Are you disgusted with me now?” I asked in a devastating tone.

“No, Bella. I understand you need blood to survive. You’re my mate, and my instinct is to guarantee your safety. But my mind can’t spin that fast. I need time to process.”

“I’m going to combust if you don’t touch me. Please.”

He needed no further persuasion. He’d been pent-up for too long and also needed a release.

Antonio removed my top with military efficiency and laid me flat on the bed.

He stared at my perky breasts, awed, then he dipped his head and took my taut pink nipple into his mouth. While he sucked my breast, his hand pulled off my panties and his fingers fondled my sex. 

Tiny electric sparks flew all over me at his caress.

At my moan of pleasure, he inserted a finger into my pussy.

Bound by his Meridian points, I couldn’t move, yet my leg jerked involuntarily at the sensation.

Antonio lifted his face from my breasts, his lust-riddled eyes gazing down at me. “You’re so wet and tight, Bella.”

“You fucked me before. You know how it was.”

“My cock had never been so hard for anyone else.”

“I need you inside me now. And don’t kiss me.”

I didn’t want him to have the aftertaste of his own blood in my mouth. Its rich tartness still lingered on my tongue, and I craved more.

I just had to hide it for now.

I had to seduce him to fuck me while his interest held. I had no hope or illusion for the future. Now was all I had.

It took no time for Antonio to strip off. When his briefs dropped, his cock sprang free.

It was velvet smooth, large, and as taut as steel. 

It was ready and more than eager to penetrate me.

My gaze traced to its thick crown, a moist bead welling up from its slit.

Would he let me suckle it now that I’d grown fangs? But I dared not ask.

He stared at my pussy for a long moment, as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d seen.

“You can look at it more after you fuck me,” I offered. 

I didn’t have the whole day to let him look at it when lust had me in its merciless grip.

He laughed and fixed his blue gaze on my face.

“Bella, I can’t release you while I fuck you. Your blood frenzy might come back at the worst time, then we’ll have to fight for control. During the whole time I thrust inside you, you won’t be able to move, no matter how I fuck you. Will you be okay with this?”

As long as I could have his cock, I would agree to anything.

This mating fever gripped me as badly as blood frenzy.

“Fine,” I said. “I can stay still. Will you spread my legs and get on top of me now, or will you talk me to death?”

“Be patient, my female,” he growled. “I’ll fuck you harder than you can take if that’s what you want.”

He dragged me to the center of the bed, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and pulled me where he wanted me to be.

The blunt head of his cock aimed at my slick entrance.

My clit shivered with thrilling anticipation.

With one powerful thrust, he drove into my heated willing center.

Pleasure burst inside me, and I gasped. He seized my hips and thrust into me again and again, faster and faster. 

Muscles rippled on his perfect, powerful body.

I felt every inch of his hard length inside me. His shaft pushed through my inner walls and they opened to him like flower petals in spring. Every stroke was delicious and fascinating. It was as if he was born to fuck me.

He pumped into me with such force my vision blurred.

I wanted to propel my hips toward him to meet his plunge, but I couldn’t move an inch. I was completely at his mercy.

And every relentless thrust brought a new wave of sweet torture.

My inner muscles started milking his cock harder, not controlled by me. My climax was coming, as was his since his cock was harder than granite.

He had endless energy. The wolf shifter kept surprising me.

We didn’t talk.

The only sounds in the room were my moans, mixed with my labored breathing, his groans, flesh slamming against flesh, and the squeaking noises of the bed.

But such a blissful pleasure wasn’t enough for me, I decided right then. I wanted to pierce his veins again and taste his pungent blood. My fangs ached within my mouth. 

Antonio had been wise to bind me with his Meridian points. 

He lowered my calves from his shoulders. I lay on my back, my legs opening wider for him. He did it so smoothly and never broke our joining. He must’ve had a lot of practice. Who in the Keep were his former lovers? Had he fucked a lot while I stayed a virgin? Jealousy shot through me so intensely that I would have kicked him in the balls if I could move.

Antonio moved on top of me, his hands supporting his weight while he plunged into me again. Lust coated his eyes, and ecstasy twisted his face. That aroused me even more.

He was busy darting his gaze between my face and my pussy.

I was immobile, so I couldn’t watch how his big, hard cock drove into my heated channel.

He must have read my mind, because there was fleeting amusement in his blue eyes.

Antonio placed two pillows under my head, propping it up so I could watch.

I stared at our locked flesh. My pussy gloved his shaft perfectly. His cock withdrew an inch or so and quickly sank back into my heat.

He thrust and thrust, relentlessly.

“Like what you see, Bella? Do you like me fucking you this way?”

“Release me and I’ll tell you,” I purred.

“Not yet, baby, but one day when you can control your bloodlust, I’ll let you do whatever you want and however you want.” 

“My blood frenzy is gone, as I told you,” I lied. “I only want to move with you to feel even more.”

He stilled for a second—my proposal sounded appealing— before thrusting hard into me.

“I can feel your every need, Bella, including your thirst for blood. There’s no use lying to me.”

He pounded between my thighs at a savage speed, going for the final sprint.

Pressure built within me. I shivered at the blinding pleasure.

“Moan my name,” he demanded. 

I moaned breathlessly, without calling his name.

“You refuse?” he asked incredulously.

My inner walls convulsed and clenched his cock hard. 

“I’m coming, too, my mate.” Letting out a rough groan, he thrust into my depth and emptied himself.

The floodgate unlatched, and the wave of my climax burst higher and higher and, finally, the hold he had on me broke.

“I’m addicted to your pussy,” he said as he collapsed on top of me after his final shudder of pleasure. “I can never get enough of you, Bella.”

I didn’t hesitate as I plunged my fangs into his neck.