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His fangs. His cock. Either. Both.

I don’t really care. I just need himnow.

He leans in, but not quite close enough. “Tell me again, then. Tell me you want my bite. Tell me how you ache for it.”

“I want it, Cas. I want it so fucking bad it hurts. I want you to bite me, feed from me,devourme. I want—” My words break off in a startled gasp as he lunges closer.

Cas flips our position in one smooth move, then shifts up the bed so his back is against the headboard. He brings me with him,keeping his strong arms banded around me as he settles me in his lap.

Faces just a few inches apart, torsos and hips pressed together, his arms tighten to draw me even closer. It traps his hard, thick cock against my stomach, and I snake a hand down between our bodies to wrap my fist around his length.

Cas hisses through his teeth. “Ophelia.”

God, I like it when he says my name like that.

There’s something about having a man desperate and begging for it that’s such a fucking power trip. I’m no sadist, and I try not to betoocruel, but goddamn does it do things to me.

And with this man? This vampire?

Take that feeling and multiply it by a hundred. A thousand.

I raise to my knees—one on each side of his hips as I straddle him—and keep one hand on his shoulder for balance, the other in a firm grip on his cock. Instead of sinking down onto him right away, I slide against him, wetting the length of him with my arousal and his come. Once, twice, again, I pause at the top of each stroke to tease my clit with the broad head of his cock, at least until he’s decided he’s had enough.

“Ophelia.” Cas squeezes my hips in an unmistakable warning. “Cruel, beautiful, sweet Ophelia. Give me mercy.”

I kiss him, biting at his bottom lip and swallowing his moan.

And, because I’m such a nice person, I heed that plea for mercy.

I take him slowly, one delicious inch at a time, savoring the stretch. When I’m fully seated on him, Cas finally gives me whatIwant.

His fangs pierce my skin and sink deep, ratcheting up everything else I’m feeling in a wave of pain and pleasure and oblivion. I move on him, rolling my hips against his, arching into his hold and his bite.

Impossible to withstand, all this sensation. The deep, aching stretch of his cock, the fire coursing through my veins. The heady power of taking control, riding him, keeping him pinned in place with my hips as I writhe and grind and take my pleasure just how I want it.

My climax twists and tightens in my belly, urgent and undeniable, and though I do my damnedest to hold it off as long as I can, it breaks over me with a force that wrenches a hoarse scream from the back of my throat. Stronger, harder, more all-encompassing than the other orgasms Cas gave me tonight, it leaves me limp in his arms, helpless to do anything but lose myself in it.

Cas pulls his fangs from my neck and seals the wound with one last long draw and a flick of his tongue over the marks. He takes my arms and settles them more firmly on his shoulders, then leans in to murmur into the skin just below my ear.

“Can you hold on to me?”

“Yeah,” I pant. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Good. I think I like it when you’re this agreeable.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

With a deep chuckle, he takes my hips in his hands, grasping firmly. He lifts me almost all the way off his cock before guiding me back down, moving me just how he wants.

Somehow, impossibly, another pulse of deep, fluttering pleasure stirs in the bottom of my belly—another orgasm building, maybe, or a continuation of the one he just gave me. It’s really, really hard to tell at this point. Whatever it is, I lose myself in a delicious sort of helplessness as he takes control.

So much trust, in losing myself like this. Held by him, surrendered to him, I bury my face in his neck and breathe in the damp salt and sharp spice of his skin.

I cry out again as his muscles tense and strain, as his rhythm builds to a breaking point.

And then we both shatter. Cas spills into me with a shout, re-piercing his mark and drawing deep. His low, broken groan of satisfaction echoes from that mark and all the way through me.

After a few long minutes, we slump back to the bed in a tangle of limbs and groans and soft caresses.