Page 7 of Heal Me (Immortal Vices and Virtues: All Hallows’ Eve #5)

I closed the last inch between us, my free hand sliding down her side in a slow, deliberate pass that left goose bumps in its wake. Her breath hitched when my palm curved over her hip, my thumb brushing the soft dip at her waist.

“Good girl,” I murmured, voice pitched low. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Her fingers tightened in my jacket, but she didn’t look away, not even when I stepped in until the fronts of our bodies touched. The heat between us was instant, maddening. My cock throbbed against the softness of her belly, and I let her feel every inch of it as I crowded her against the wall.

“That’s it,” I said, the rumble in my chest vibrating between us. “Feel what you do to me, mi reina . You think I’ve been standing across that room with a clear head? You’ve been in my blood all night.”

Her lips parted like she meant to speak, but I bent, taking her mouth in a kiss that stripped the thought from her entirely. She gasped, and I took the sound like it was mine, my tongue sliding past her lips, tasting every inch she gave me.

She made a small, involuntary sound when my hand slid lower, under the slit of her dress, fingertips skimming bare thigh. “There you are,” I breathed against her mouth. “Already warm for me.”

Her head tipped back when my mouth found her throat, lips brushing the scar before dragging lower. I spoke against her skin, each word a deliberate press of heat. “I’m going to have you shaking before I’m done. I’m going to make you forget every reason you told yourself to run from me.”

Her hips shifted toward my hand, and I smiled against her pulse. “That’s it, querida . Ask me for it without saying a word.”

I cupped her fully now, my fingers grazing the damp silk between her thighs. Her sharp inhale told me everything. “So wet already,” I said, voice roughening. “For a man you ‘don’t know.’”

She shivered when my thumb circled once, light and teasing. “You feel that? That’s your body telling the truth your mouth won’t.”

Her nails dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I let the praise come, low and deliberate. “Good. Hold onto me. Let me feel those pretty sounds when I make you come.”

The cramped space pressed the scent of her into every breath, the rich, dizzying blend of wolf and witch and want that had been eating at my control all night.

My fingers found the zipper at her side and dragged it down in one smooth pull.

The fabric loosened and slipped to her waist in a silken pool, baring her torso.

Black satin hugged her breasts, lifted high in a strapless bra that left far too much temptation within reach.

My fangs ached as I let one claw slip free. With a flick, the center of her bra split in half.

“Fuck,” I rasped, drinking her in as her dusky pink nipples tightened in the cool air. “You’re going to kill me.”

I bent to close my mouth over one dusky peak, teasing it with the edge of a fang before sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

I trailed lower, kissing down her stomach as my hands shoved the loosened fabric farther down her legs. Then I sank to my knees, silk parting to reveal lace and leather—a glimpse of delicate panties paired with the wicked gleam of a dagger strapped to her thigh.

“So ready for me,” I murmured, my voice gone rough.

Her panties were damp enough that the lace clung to her. I hooked a finger on the edge and dragged them down her legs, slow enough to make her squirm. “Step out of them, mi reina ,” I told her, and she did, baring every inch I wanted.

The scent of her hit me like a fist, and my cock ached so hard it was almost painful. I slid my palms up her thighs, urging them wider. Her breath caught when I hooked my hands behind her knee and lifted her leg over my shoulder, opening her fully.

“Look at you,” I said, voice gone rough. “Dripping for me. You’ve been fighting this all night, haven’t you? And now I get to taste exactly what you’ve been keeping from me.”

The first lick made her moan, sharp and startled, one hand slapping against the coats for balance. I set a steady rhythm, my tongue stroking her until her thighs trembled around my shoulders.

“That’s it,” I growled against her. “Let me hear you. I want every sound.”

Her hips rocked into my mouth, the bond between us molten now. I sucked her clit gently, sliding two fingers into her slick heat. She gasped, head tipping back, and I kept my mouth on her, curling my fingers until I found the spot that made her whole body jerk.

“Right there,” I said, coaxing her through it. “That’s where you’re going to come for me. Don’t run from it. Ride it.”

Her fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight. She tried to hold back, I could feel it in the way her muscles tensed, but I pressed harder with my tongue and pumped my fingers in a slow, relentless rhythm that had her teetering on the edge.

“That’s it. Give it to me, querida . Now .”

She broke with a sharp cry, her hips grinding helplessly against my mouth, thighs trembling so hard I had to hold her steady. I kept going until the last wave shuddered through her, licking her slow and deep while she came apart in my hands.

When I finally eased back, I kissed the inside of her thigh, tasting her there as I fought off the instinct to sink my fangs into the sensitive flesh, to let her blood flow into my mouth, to…

Then I rose, bracing one hand beside her head against the wall while the other gripped her hip.

Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, breathing ragged.

“Better?” I asked, my voice rough from holding back.

She didn’t answer—she just grabbed my shirt and kissed me like she needed more.

Her mouth was still hot from the sounds I’d pulled out of her, her lips parting under mine like she’d forgotten she ever meant to resist me.

I caught her jaw in one hand, deepening the kiss until she gasped, then let my other slide down the curve of her spine to cup her bare ass. My palm fit there like it belonged, like I’d been waiting my whole life to feel that exact shape fill my hand.

“ Mi reina ,” I murmured against her mouth, “you’re shaking.”

Her breath stuttered. “You?—”

“Me,” I cut in, pressing her back against the wall so she could feel every hard inch of me through my trousers. “And you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Her fingers curled in my shirt, and I rocked against her, slow and deliberate, just enough friction to make her moan.

“That’s it,” I said softly, almost a growl. “Let me hear you. Let me know you’re still hungry for more.”

I kissed her again, filthier now, until her nails scraped at my chest like she couldn’t stand the barrier between us. I caught her wrist, slid it down my body, and pressed her palm over the thick line of my cock. Her eyes went wide, her pulse tripping under my fingers still holding her jaw.

“Hard for you,” I told her, voice low enough to scrape. “Because I’ve been imagining what you’d feel like around me since the second I saw you.”

Her breath hitched. I didn’t give her time to answer before I caught her under the thighs and lifted her, setting her back against the wall again. Her legs locked around my hips instantly, bare skin hot against the fabric of my suit.

“Good girl,” I murmured, and the way her body surged against mine told me she liked hearing it. “Hold on to me. You’re not touching the ground until I’m done with you.”

Her hands went to my hair, kissing me like she’d drown without it, and I let it get rougher—short bites to her lip, my hands gripping her ass hard enough to keep her exactly where I wanted her.

“You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you?” I murmured, letting my teeth graze her ear. “Pressed against this wall while everyone outside has no idea what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes,” she breathed—no hesitation, no disguise. Just the word I’d been waiting to hear.

The sound went through me like a lit fuse. My cock ached against the press of her body, and I gripped her tighter, pulling a low growl from my chest before I kissed her again, deep and claiming.

Something wild broke loose in her. Her wolf surged, sharp and hungry, and before I could react, her hand fisted in my shirt, and I heard the satisfying rip of fabric as her nails tore through it like paper. Buttons skittered to the floor, my chest bared to the heat of her hands.

“Impatient, mi reina ?” I asked against her mouth, even as I rocked into her, slow and hard enough to drag another moan from her throat.

She didn’t answer with words. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving stinging lines I knew I’d feel later, and her hips rolled against mine in a rhythm that had my restraint hanging by threads.

“Careful,” I warned, though my voice was nothing but rough praise. “You keep doing that, and I won’t stop to be gentle.”

Her gaze locked on mine, wolf-bright and unflinching. “I’m not asking you to be gentle. And I don’t want you to stop.”

Her words lit me up from the inside. I slammed my palm against the wall beside her head, caging her in without touching anything but her hip with the other hand.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growled, but my body betrayed me—leaning in, pressing her to the coats so she could feel every hard inch of me through my trousers.

She arched into it, the corner of her mouth curling like she did know. “Then show me.”

“ Mi reina …” The warning rasped out of me, but I was already dragging my mouth down her throat, tasting the thundering pulse beneath her skin. My hands roamed her bare body like I was committing it to memory—every curve, every hitch of her breath.

Her bare heat pressed to the ache in my pants, the thin barrier between us a kind of torture I’d never endured so willingly. My zipper hissed open under her impatient fingers, and when her hand brushed me—skin to skin now—I bit back a curse that would have echoed down the hall.

“Feel what you do to me,” I told her, my voice a low snarl. “You’ve been in my head since the second we met, and now you’re in my hands… where you belong.”

Her nails scraped my abdomen, and I felt the wolf in her surge again—sharp enough to drag my own instincts to the surface, fangs lengthening, hunger rising. I braced her tighter against the wall, the head of my cock sliding against her slick heat, just enough to make her gasp.

“Say it again,” I demanded, breath ragged. “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes,” she said, louder this time, her claws just barely grazing my shoulders. “Yes.”

I closed my eyes for half a second, forcing myself to hold there, to savor the razor’s edge between restraint and ruin. Her breath mingled with mine, the bond burning hot and bright between us, promising there would be no turning back.

One more shift of my hips and I’d be inside her.

One more heartbeat and she’d be mine.