Page 8 of Heal Me (Immortal Vices and Virtues: All Hallows’ Eve #5)

Penny

I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Every nerve was strung so tight, the world had narrowed to Gideon’s heat pressed hard against me, his breath fanning over my mouth, the sharp, dangerous edge of him coiled tight in my bones.

My wolf was clawing at my insides, urging me to close the last inch between us, to take what we’d both been circling all night.

The thick, velvet weight of his cock slid against me, catching at my entrance, and the shock of it stole my voice. I clutched at his shoulders—skin hot beneath my palms where I’d already shredded his shirt—pulling him closer, like my body had stopped asking for permission.

He pushed in slow, relentless, and the stretch was almost too much—almost—but my wolf’s hungry snarl tangled with the broken moan that tore out of me.

My head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as he filled me, inch by inch, until there was no space left, no air, no me that wasn’t wrapped around him.

“Mine,” he breathed, and I couldn’t tell whether it was in my ear or in my head.

All I knew was that he was right.

He stilled when he bottomed out, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath rough and uneven like he was the one on the verge of breaking. The bond between us thrummed so hard it was almost sound, vibrating through my chest, pooling low in my belly where the ache was unbearable.

My world narrowed to that stretch, that fullness, the way every nerve ending lit up at once.

My claws slid free without my permission, tearing through the last threads of fabric clinging to his shoulders.

He groaned when they raked across his skin, the sound deep and feral, and it only made me shudder harder around him.

“Say it,” he rasped against my lips. “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes,” I breathed, the word breaking out of me before I could stop it. My hips tilted instinctively, greedy for more. “Please.”

That was all it took. His control shattered.

The first thrust stole the air from my lungs, hard and perfect, dragging a cry from me I couldn’t hold back.

My hands fisted in what was left of his shirt, pulling him closer as he drove into me again, faster this time, the rough rhythm dragging me higher and higher.

Each stroke scraped the edge of pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, and still I begged for more.

“Good girl,” he growled, his mouth catching mine in a kiss that was all teeth and possession. “Take it. Take all of me.”

The words undid me, left me mindless. My body clenched around him, answering every command like it was written into my bones. I moaned into his mouth, raw and desperate, as the bond blazed hotter—wolf and witch and vampire all colliding until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

His thrusts came harder now, driving me up the wall with every snap of his hips, leaving me raw and trembling. My wolf clawed inside me, frantic and hungry, not just for him but for more—for blood, for bond, for the bite that would seal us.

Gideon knew it. I felt it in the way his mouth dragged along my throat, hot breath ghosting the scar that marked the worst betrayal I’d ever lived through. His fangs grazed me—sharp, deliberate, almost cruel in their restraint.

“You want it,” he rasped against my skin. “Don’t lie to me, querida . I can feel you clenching around me every time my teeth touch you. Say it.”

“No—” The word splintered into a moan as he thrust deeper, harder, hitting me in a place that made my vision gray.

He laughed low, dark, the sound driving me to the edge. “You’re dripping on my cock, and you think I believe that? Look at you. Body begging for me to sink in and finish what Fate started. You want my bite. You want my claim. You want to be fucked so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

Heat seared my veins. My hands tore at his flesh, claws breaking skin, dragging him closer because I did want it, gods help me. I wanted him everywhere, inside and under my skin, binding me until there was no way out.

Still, I choked on the word. “F-fate—Fate already?—”

“Fate already fucked you over?” His growl rattled against my chest, his mouth teasing the column of my throat, fangs scraping again until I almost screamed. “Then let me fix it. Let me brand you mine. You’re not afraid of me, mi reina . You’re afraid of how much you need this.”

He was right. My wolf screamed for his bite, my body arching up into him, hips grinding, throat bare and aching for the sharpness waiting at my pulse. The urge to sink my own teeth into him burned so hot my jaw ached, but I couldn’t—I couldn’t give in first.

“Say it.” His voice was raw, dangerous. “Tell me yes, and I’ll give you everything. My cock, my bite, my bond—every fucking piece of me. But you have to beg me for it.”

The sound that tore from me was half-growl, half-plea, my claws raking his back as I finally broke. “Yes. Gods—yes. Bite me. Please .”

The snarl he gave was pure satisfaction before he dropped reverent kisses down to the base of my throat. “As you wish, mi reina .”

The second his fangs sank in, the world broke.

It wasn’t pain—nothing like the jagged scar across my throat that had once ended everything. This was molten, flooding heat, a pleasure so sharp it stole the air from my lungs and replaced it with fire. My vision went white, then black, then nothing but him.

Gideon’s bite was everywhere. I felt it in the frantic drum of my pulse, in the hot flood that pulsed through the bond like lightning, in the raw grip of his hands on my body as he drove into me.

My orgasm ripped me apart, vicious and wild, every nerve lit, every thought obliterated until there was nothing left but need.

And gods, I needed him.

The wolf inside me howled, no longer caged but clawing, claim him, claim him back, and before I could think, my mouth opened on his shoulder, my own fangs sliding deep.

His blood spilled hot against my tongue—dark, rich, alive.

The taste detonated inside me: salt and copper and something older, wilder, his magic slamming through me until I cried out against his skin.

Pleasure doubled, tripled, wave after wave tearing through me until I didn’t know whether the shaking came from my body or the bond fusing between us. Gideon groaned, low and brutal, his cock thrusting deeper like he was pouring every ounce of himself into me.

Mine, my wolf snarled.

The room, the party, the world outside—it all vanished. There was only him. The rhythm of his hips, the dizzying pull of his mouth at my throat, the taste of his blood on my tongue, the heat that made me forget every scar, every wound, every warning I’d ever held onto.

When the bite eased, he licked the wounds closed with a tenderness that cut through the ruin he’d made of me, sealing his claim as if it had always belonged there. I sagged against him, boneless, wrecked, my body still fluttering around him with the aftershocks.

And when I finally managed to open my eyes, his gaze was waiting for me—blue fire, fierce and unrelenting, the bond singing between us so loudly I swore I could hear it in my blood.

“You’re mine now, Penny,” he murmured, voice hoarse but certain. “And I’m never letting you go.”

My wolf was still howling when the aftershocks racked me, but Gideon didn’t stop. He held me through every wave, every shudder, his bite sealing fire into my veins. My skin was hot, damp, trembling—and yet he was still hard inside me, still unyielding, still more.

He caught me with one strong arm, lowering us down to the floor. Coats spilled under my knees as he slipped from me, shifting me forward, guiding me onto all fours with a quiet, possessive growl.

The position alone made me flush hot. Spread open, back arched, I could feel his gaze on me like a touch. My wolf whined low, urging me to bare myself more, to give him everything.

He knelt behind me, palms skating up the curve of my ass, down my thighs, spreading me wider until I was trembling.

His cock pressed to me again, thick and unrelenting, but he didn’t drive in yet.

No—he gripped my hips and just rubbed , sliding himself through the slick ache he’d already made of me, letting me feel every inch of what he was holding back.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice breaking rough against my skin. “So wet you’re coating me, mi reina . You think I can resist that?”

A helpless sound tore from me, my hips rocking back into him. I didn’t care that it was begging; I needed him.

He chuckled darkly. “Not yet.”

His hand slid up my stomach, then higher, until his palm wrapped firmly around my throat. Not cutting off air—just holding, just claiming—his thumb stroking lazy circles against my pulse. He pulled me upright against his chest, my back flush to his front, his cock still teasing at my entrance.

“You feel that?” he whispered against my ear, his grip tightening slightly when I squirmed. “That’s your body begging to be used. To be filled. To be fucked until you can’t remember your own name.”

I gasped, hands fisting in the coats beside me for balance, my wolf clawing wild inside me.

“Say it,” he coaxed, voice low, filthy. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock splitting you open, my hand on your throat, my mark on your skin.”

“Yes,” I breathed, wrecked and raw. “Please—yes.”

He sank into me slow this time, deliberate, every inch dragging fire through me until he was buried to the hilt. His grip at my throat tightened just enough to remind me I was his, holding me still while he ground deep inside, making me take all of him.

“That’s it,” he growled, teeth grazing my ear. “Every inch. You’re perfect like this. Mine to hold, mine to fuck, mine to ruin.”

When he finally started to move, the rhythm was merciless—rolling his hips into me, pulling me back with his hand at my throat so every thrust drove deeper, harder.

He whispered beautiful filth in my ear filled with dark promises laced with reverent endearments, each one dragging me closer to the edge.