Page 105 of His Retribution

"Prove it."

"Oh, I shall." But instead of the sexy time I was hoping for, I yelp like a little bitch as I sit on my ass and feel the splinter dig in. "Right after you remove the wood from my bum."

Cora laughs so hard she snorts, and I just smile.

If this is to be my life, I suppose I can handle the interruptions and splinters if it means hearing that sound every single day.

Extinction is Relative

So, we didn't exactly make it to the main house as quickly as Henrich probably wanted us to.

Nope.

Instead of showering quickly or even just getting dressed and hurrying to the house, my perfect mate decided he needed to give me three orgasms first.

As soon as I removed his splinter, Havok gave me the first O when he finished what he started before Henny interrupted, then gave me the second two during some more amazing sex.

I won't lie, I was still a little sore from the first time but we went slowly. Havok was gentle and made love to me so sweetly in missionary position that I'll never understand why it isn't everyone's favorite.

The way he held me, the super intense eye contact we made, his ability to angle my hips just right to hit that special spot deep inside... My god the man is naturally gifted.

And when he changed positions, flipped me on my hands and knees to nail me from behind? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I heard angels singing.

But that's not even including all the feeding.

Every time Havok sank his fangs into me, my orgasm reached new heights, and the fact that I can feed from him in the throes of passion only intensified everything.

Havok told me years ago about what would happen when we mated, told me about the physical changes as well as the emotional ones, so I knew I'd wind up with fangs and a definite taste for my mate. What I was not expecting was the fact that my fangs stayed even after we mated, the little pointed tips still visible just like Havok’s, or the fact that feeding from him was going to be so fucking good.

My love is absolutely delicious.

And his blood, the spicy almost cinnamon and Apache pepper flavor gave me a boost in all ways it could.

Physically, I'm not old by any means, but Havok's blood has me feeling like a million bucks. No more aches and pains, no more fatigue or sluggishness. Hell, I'm pretty sure my skin is even more flawless than before—not a brag, I just have good genes—complete with a happy little glow.

And that's barely even the tip of the iceberg.

I have so much fucking energy it's ridiculous.

His blood is better than any coffee or espresso; better than any caffeinated beverage ever created, and now I feel like I could run a goddamn marathon without even breaking a sweat.

I asked my love if that was normal, but he just shrugged and said there's a lot he doesn't know because no one ever taught him.

I hate his parents for that.

My beautiful, sweet vampire was cast out of his nest, cast out of his family just like I was and it's all because he's different. He was treated like shit, abused until he grew big enough to defend himself, and constantly told that he was an abomination, a freak, abnormal, and all because he's the only purebred vampire ever.

You'd think his parents would be thrilled that they were able to conceive, that Havok not only survived his birth but grew to be a gorgeous, gigantic man with the kindest soul, but no. Since he looked different and acted different from his parents and their coven he was shunned, treated like garbage then discarded and forgotten.

Well, almost forgotten.

Obviously Nero didn't forget him, not when he's so convinced my lovey is some dark, evil creature meant to fulfill this crazy prophecy to help vampires rule supreme. It's kind of amazing that my love doesn't have some super fucked up complex after hearing that for the first hundred years of his life.

Nope, my vampire, my mate, is absolutely perfect and so fucking strong.

He refused to give in to what his psycho grandfather wanted, refused to be treated so poorly and set out to make the world a better place to prove them all wrong.

I'd love to throw all that in his parents’ faces, tell them about all the good Havok's done, then mic drop with the fact that we're mates and plan to have a dozen beautiful babies that they'll never get to see.