Page 41 of Bitten by Bloodmoon (Mateless Shifters #2)

I can’t breathe, and my heart is beating so fast in my chest as I watch him take his time undressing me. Slowly, he pulls my shirt over my shoulders and drops it to the floor as he kisses the exposed skin on my back.

He keeps kissing lower and lower until he’s kneeling on the ground. He guides my hips to face him, and I see that single nail of a wolf again. He drags it over the fabric of my jeans, shredding them in seconds, which is somehow so much hotter than him peeling them off my body.

Leaning forward, he kisses over my black lace panties at the same time he reaches up, using that nail to cut through the material of my bra until my breasts spring free.

Nyx has seen me naked many times, but this is different, more intimate, and suddenly my entire skin blushes at the thought of him seeing all of me and getting all of me.

“You’re gorgeous, Lumi. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or will ever see again.”

“Don’t say words that aren’t true. Ever is a long time.”

His teeth sink into my panties, ripping them from my body with one bite. He leans back on his heels to admire his handiwork. His eyes glaze over my body, sparking at the sight of me like fireworks.

“I can definitely promise those words will be true forever, love.”

Without warning, he spreads my thighs and dives between them, his tongue plunging into the folds of my body.

I grab onto his shoulders, barely able to keep myself upright as he licks up my slit, expertly finding my clit.

“Gods, I missed how you tasted. Like delicate snow, you taste cool in my mouth as it dissolves into your warm heat,” he says in my mind.

“I love how you can tell all your thoughts while never stopping what you’re doing with your tongue.” I inhale sharply as his tongue circles my clit before one of his dangerous fangs nips at it without acutely biting. “Fuck, never stop doing that.”

“Your wish is my command.” He keeps doing that exact thing, making it harder and harder for me to stand on my own as my body trembles around him. He guides me backward until my back is against the glass.

“I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you come. Do you call out my name? A whimperer? Or a screamer?”

“I—” Gods, I nearly explode as he slides his middle fingers through my slickness. My body falls forward, almost collapsing on top of him, but he pushes me back, his hand splayed across my lower belly.

His fingers slide in and out of me, curling around into my body with each thrust. His tongue moves faster, superhumanly fast. And I’m—

“Nyx!” I scream out in one long shuddered breath.

His lips curl up in a smirk, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath as he draws out my orgasm until my panting can barely keep up with him.

My legs feel like jello, and I start sliding down the glass, but he catches me, holding me in one arm, and he starts carrying me toward the bed. His other hand yanks off his shirt and pushes down his pants like he’s a fucking magician.

I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip as my hand feels over his bare chest. Thin lines of muscled body greet me, as do the scars. I still don’t understand how his body is so scared. How a healer or his vampire body hasn’t healed him to perfection. But I don’t care, he’s perfect to me.

He lays me down so gently in the center of the bed before he stands back, admiring me. Worry creeps in.

“Don’t you dare leave. I’m not tired, and you don’t get to decide what I do or don’t need,” I say.

His lips curl up in a snicker. “I wouldn’t dare leave when you’re splayed out naked on my bed like this. And I intend to make you far more sore and tired before I’m done with you.”

There’s an unspoken fact that stings between us. Tonight has to last a lifetime. There will be no tomorrow for us. This is a beginning and an ending.

We both push those thoughts away, not letting them into whatever this is between us. But I do feel our minds connecting again. I feel his digging, searching for something in my mind. I don’t shut him out; instead, I follow him around my own mind like a lost puppy.

“What are you looking for?”

He doesn’t answer, but then he finds it. And he shows me exactly what he found.

I draw in a shaky breath as my own dirty fantasies play out in both of our heads simultaneously.

“You really want this? You really want me?” He asks aloud as he stares down at me.

His body is hard and large, so fucking large.

Dark scars mark his tanned body. His blood-red eyes and fangs give me all the hints in the world of how deadly and dark this man is.

This creature is seen by others only as a killer.

At first, it was all I saw. The heart that barely beats because it belongs to a vampire. A deadly predator that lurks in the night.

“I killed Rowena,” he reminds me.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why are you trying to get me to stop this?”

I try to push into his head, but he’s locked me out. All of his shields are blocking me like an impenetrable wall.

“Nyx?” I push again, gently.

He doesn’t yield. “Are you sure you want this?”

His eyes swirl, and he’s firm in his demand for me to answer aloud.

“Yes, I want this. I want you. I need you to fuck me. No one else.”

He sucks in a breath so sharp that it feels like he cut the room in two with it.

“Do you want this? Want me?” I ask.

He’s on top of me, his arms holding him up. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

“Then stop questioning this and fuck me.”

He grins. “Yes, love.”

I feel his long, thick cock at my soaking entrance. And I watch in waited anticipation, still not sure if he’s actually going to take me or not.

His hand gently cradles the back of my head as he kisses me so softly and tenderly that it almost doesn’t seem like Nyx on top of me. He slides through my slickness, my walls, until he’s all the way to the hilt inside me.

A crack of lightning strikes outside the window as he seats himself inside me, my nails dig into his back, holding him to me like he can somehow possibly go deeper. His kiss captures my cry as I stretch around his enormous length.

Another flash of lightning and the room descends into darkness as the lights flicker off. Thankfully, my eyesight adjusts immediately to the darkness, so I don’t miss being able to see all of Nyx’s glorious body.

I can’t speak. I can’t think. But I feel Nyx in my head, reading all of my feelings like an open book. He thrusts hard, filling me completely.

“Open your legs wider,” he commands.

I let my legs fall wider, and he thrusts again, somehow getting deeper.

I yelp as he hits that delicious spot deep in my core.

A chill dances over both of our skins in opposition to the warmth spreading with each pounding thrust. My hips buck up to meet his each time, my body tightening around him, building us both closer and closer to that release that will have us falling hard back into reality.

Not yet. It’s far, far too soon for that.

He palms my breast, feeling the heaviness in his grasp as my nipples pebble into icy peaks.

“You’re so cold,” he says.

“Sorry.”

“No, we’re both cold. Both ice and snow, and the chilled night air. You feel like you’re part of me. We’re the same.”

I gasp as he thrusts again hard, while his thumb gently strokes my nipple just like in my dirty fantasies. I love the stark contrast between a man who can be both gentle and rough at the same time.

“Gods, you’re incredible. Your gasps, your whimpers, your cries. I could listen to them all night,” he says.

He pulls another whimper from me as his pelvis hits my clit.

“And your body…” he growls his approval as he nips at my ear.

My body is humming, on the edge of orgasm. So fucking close, and yet I bite down on my lip and clench my fists at my side, doing anything I can to keep it from happening. I have to stay here in this moment. This can never stop, never end.

“Come, love.”

“I can’t.”

“You can…come.” His voice is so coaxing, and caring, and tender, like he’s trying to persuade me to jump through a window when the house is burning and he’ll catch me at the bottom.

He’ll catch me.

So I jump, right off the edge, letting my orgasm swarm like a hurricane; it hurtles through my body, blasting us both with how strong it is.

Another lightning strike, even louder than the first, blasts through, lighting up the room, giving me an even better view of the predator on top of me, coming completely undone at the sight of my orgasm.

A single word floats in my head— love .

Yes.

No.

I force my walls up hard and fast. Not allowing the word to leave or for him to hear it. Not until I can process what it means without his thick cock buried inside me.

His body shudders, his own orgasm spilling inside me in cool bursts. His muscles are trembling as he holds me tighter, gripping onto me like I’m about to be blown away from him.

I dig my own fingers into his back until I realize my fingers have shifted into wolf claws and I’m drawing his blood.

“Don’t stop,” he says.

So I hold on for dear life, just like he’s gripping me. Our aftershocks rumble through us as we both pant in each other’s arms, our slick cum spilling out of me and onto him.

There’s a tingling on both of our tongues. Words we both want to speak but never do. And then my body starts glowing—the marks of the runes lighting up my body.

I don’t know what it means. But it puts a damper on any feelings either of us was feeling. Reminding us both of the elephant in the room. The reality we are both facing.

I push into his mind, needing to know what he’s feeling when he’s not saying anything. But I’m met with a dark, looming wall—one I know I have no way to climb.

I feel him pushing at the edges of my mind with the same desperation, needing to know how I feel. But my silvery white wall is tall and unyielding even against his formidable strength. For once, I know that I can block him out.

I’m not ready to share my feelings. The words that could destroy us, and neither is he.