Page 9 of Heal Me (Immortal Vices and Virtues: All Hallows’ Eve #5)

And gods help me, I wanted to fall.

Every thrust stole the breath from my lungs, his hips grinding against me with a deliberate mercilessness that left me shuddering, his body caging mine, the hard planes of him pinning me in place.

“You feel how tight you are?” he murmured in my ear, his voice pure sin. “How you squeeze my cock like you never want to let me go?”

A broken sound escaped me, and his chuckle rumbled low against my back.

“That’s it, mi reina . Take it. Take all of me.”

His free hand slid down my front, fingers seeking the throbbing ache between my thighs. He rubbed slow at first, circling my clit with maddening precision, each pass tightening the coil inside me until I was gasping, clawing at his skin, his arm, anything I could reach.

“You like that, don’t you?” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “My cock inside you, my hand on your throat, my fingers playing with this pretty little cunt. You were made for this. For me.”

I moaned, the sound high and desperate, my body rocking back into his thrusts without thought.

“Greedy,” he praised, sliding two fingers lower, slick with my arousal, teasing where we were joined. “So wet I could take you anywhere, any way I wanted. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? You’d beg me to.”

“Yes,” I gasped, the word ripped from my chest before I could stop it.

His other hand left my neck only to cup my breast. His thumb rolled over my nipple, pinching until I cried out, the sharp ache sparking straight to my core.

“Every part of you is mine,” he growled, thrusting harder now, his hand at my clit relentless. “Your throat, your tits, this perfect little cunt squeezing me. Say it.”

“Yours,” I moaned, the word breaking as his fingers pressed just right, circling fast, unyielding. “I’m yours.”

The pace shattered me. Each snap of his hips drove me closer, every filthy word tangling with the heat of his hands on me until I was coming undone. My body clamped down on him, spasms rolling through me as white-hot pleasure exploded, my vision scattering into sparks.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his mouth at my neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out again. “Come for me, querida . Let me feel you.”

I broke with a ragged scream, my body bowing back into his chest, every nerve alight as wave after wave tore through me. His cock ground deep, his hand at my clit milking every aftershock until I was sobbing with it, ruined and trembling in his grip.

And still, he held me steady, dragging me through the fire like he never planned to let me go.

The tremors hadn’t even finished racking through me when Gideon’s control finally snapped. His thrusts turned ragged, brutal, his forehead pressing to the back of my shoulder as a growl tore from him, low and guttural.

“Penny,” he snarled against my skin, the sound vibrating through my bones. His hand clamped harder at my throat, the other digging bruises into my hip, as if anchoring himself to me was the only thing keeping him from flying apart.

I felt it—the way his body tightened, every muscle coiled, his cock swelling inside me until I gasped at the pressure. The bond flared white-hot, carrying the shock of his pleasure into me as surely as if it were my own.

And then he broke.

He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as his release tore through him. The sound he made was wrecked and unholy, a mix of snarl and moan, his fangs sinking into my shoulder as he lost every hold he had on his control.

Bliss washed over my skin as heat spilled inside me in hot, pulsing waves, his hips jerking helplessly against mine. I clenched down around him, milking every last drop, and he cursed—raw, desperate words that made my toes curl.

“ Así, mi reina ,” he rasped against my ear. “Take it… take all of me.”

The possessive growl laced in the words, the sharp scrape of fang when he bit his own lip to keep from biting me again, the tremble in his arms as he held me through the aftershocks—I drank it all in.

Gideon Ortega, all power and predator, undone inside me.

And gods, I’d never felt so claimed.

He sagged against me, chest heaving, the weight of him pressed flush to my back.

For a moment he just stayed there, still buried deep, cock twitching with the last pulsing waves of his release.

His hand loosened on my throat, stroking instead, and the gentleness after so much ruin made my heart stutter.

Then he moved, slow and deliberate. His tongue swept over the fresh punctures in my shoulder, lapping away the stray beads of blood before sealing the wounds with a low, satisfied hum. When he drew back, he dragged his thumb through the faint smear left on my skin and lifted it to his mouth.

My breath caught when his fangs flashed in the dim light, sharp and wicked, just before he sucked the crimson stain from his finger. His eyes met mine as he did it, and I swore the act alone almost sent me spiraling again.

“Perfect,” he murmured, voice hoarse with the wreckage of his orgasm. His teeth scraped his lip as he bit down, savoring the taste of me like he wasn’t ready to give it up. “You taste like sin, mi reina . Sweet enough to make a monster pray.”

I shivered, clenching helplessly around him where he still filled me. His answering groan was ragged, primal, his hips giving a shallow thrust that made my thighs tremble all over again.

“Greedy little thing,” he said, the words dirty and coaxing in my ear as his free hand slid down to toy with my swollen clit, slick from both of us.

“Already milking me for more. Do you feel that, querida ? My cock still hard inside you, my blood in your veins, your scent all over me? You’ve ruined me. ”

The bond pulsed hot and undeniable, dragging a broken sound from my throat as he teased me back toward the edge. His thumb circled lazily, too slow, too deliberate, and every inch of me burned with the knowledge that he could— would —take me there again just because he wanted to.

“Mine now,” Gideon whispered, voice reverent and filthy all at once. “Every sound, every drop of blood, every shudder. All of it belongs to me.”

The bond throbbed hot between us, alive, demanding as I caught sight of the already-healed mark on his shoulder. My wolf growled inside me, not in protest but in answer. Because it wasn’t just him.

I twisted against his chest, my voice rough, unsteady. “Yours, yes… but you’re mine, too,” I rasped, the words ripped from somewhere deeper than I wanted to admit. My nails bit into his arm, pulling him tighter around my throat. “Say it.”

He stilled just long enough that my chest ached with the silence. Then his lips brushed my ear, fangs dragging fire across my skin. “I thought that was a given , mi reina . Of course I’m yours. You own me as much as I own you.”

The bond thrummed like a second heartbeat, warm and steady, wrapping around every jagged edge inside me until they didn’t hurt anymore. His weight against me, the rough rasp of his voice, the hand at my throat—I should be terrified.

But instead, his presence—his heat, his hand at my throat—anchored me so deeply I’d never felt safer.

Safe.

Too safe.