Page 67 of Dark Flame

Her question nudges my consciousness, and my teeth, pressed together so tightly, slowly unclamp as I return to the present. Return toher. Always her. Forever her.

Fuck, I can’t do this.

“Yes,” I manage, while begging her toseeinside my head. To feel my emotions as I do hers. Her curiosity, her desire, her nerves. It’s all too much.

Stop me, Harlow.

Submit to me, Harlow.

The two thoughts battle one another until there’s a clear victor. Until my grip tightens and I position her arms even higher, making her back bow. She’s completely subservient, the monster inside me thrilled to be able to take her, consequences be damned.

And therewillbe consequences. A whole fucking load of them.

I position myself between her legs, my cock brushing her wet core, but I don’t enter her. Not yet. Not until I look her in the face and see her thoughts for myself.

She stares back expectant—hopeful.

I’m undone.

I’m fucked.

We’refucked.

Stroking along her pussy again, I coat myself in her cum before nudging my head inside her. Her breath catches. She’s tight but stretches, her shoulders rolling into the pillow, tugging her wrists.

I grip tighter, my teeth snapping. “Submit, Hellion.”

She immediately stops moving, and I search the bond, finding apprehension as her eyes eventually reopen. “Are you going to kill me?”

“No.”

“Are you planning on releasing me?”

Never.But I can’t tell her that. She has to stay close, protected, and in my bed for the rest of eternity.

I bottom out inside her, pulling out only once to coat my cock. She takes all of me easily without threat of a barrier, which makes me want to kill something—someone—whoever’s been inside her in the past.

For now, I thrust, bouncing her head against the pillow, and her pile of red hair spilling everywhere captures my attention. She looksrighthere, like this bed was made for her.

“Fuck, you feel fantastic.”

She only moans in response, pushing her hips against mine and matching me stroke for stroke, her own thrusts getting harder, quicker. She’s perfect.

I bend over, grasp her neck, and haul her upright, taking her mouth in a single rough kiss. She kisses me back before I pull away and slide my teeth into one of the bite marks on her neck. Her pussy clamps down tighter, her head falling back with a whine. She’s limp in my arms, thighs bracketing mine as I continue pushing into her.

Nails scrape my lower arms, the faint pain urging me to suck harder, urging more blood into my mouth. There’s never enough, and there will neverbeenough.

Mark me, Hellion. Make me yours.

I drink faster, harder, my orgasm creeping closer, and that does it for her. She goes stiff in my arms, her pussy clamping tight.

“Alec…fuck. I’m coming, I’m coming…I’m?—”

I remove my fangs from her skin to speak. “You’re doing so good, Harlow. You feel amazing. Can you come again, my beautiful witch? All for me. All fucking mine.”

She has no idea what she truly agrees to when, in between heavy breaths, she manages to nod. Blood trickles from her throat over her shoulder, and a drop plummets to the sheets, laying her claim upon this bed as surely as her soul has to mine.

I flip us over, sitting on the edge of the bed with her on my lap. Her hair tumbles over her shoulder, but she’s quick to push it away. My hands tighten around her waist, pulling her down on me while I thrust up. Like this, the normal lavender of her eyes darkens with lust, and her lips part as she tries to speak, only for her attempt to be quickly stolen by a low gasp.