Page 40 of Hunger in His Blood (Brides of the Kylorr #3)

CHAPTER 40

ERINA

“ Y ou’re going to feed. And you’re going to heal,” I added.

I saw the physical reaction to the words, the aching hunger he couldn’t quite deny.

And all I wanted to know was why? Why was he doing this to himself?

Was it…was it a form of punishment? Was he punishing himself for what had happened between us? If that was the case, it only made my determination burn all the brighter.

“Enough of this,” I told him, a little growl in my own voice. The swell of my stomach was pressed into his abdomen, and I felt the heat of his blood seep against my nightdress. “ Feed. Now.”

When I lowered my head, beginning to turn my neck, his hand whistled up and caught my chin. He turned my face, and then his lips were on mine.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hard and rough and demanding. And for a brief, selfish moment, I poured all of my fear, hurt, and frustration into that kiss.

It felt like he took it into himself. He lapped at my tongue, a deep groan—both pained and pleasured—rumbling between us as he deepened it.

“Growl at me like that again, dallia , and I’ll show you that even in this state, I can fuck you until dawn breaks.”

Was it wrong to be turned on when he was bleeding and hurt between my thighs?

And yet even bleeding and hurt, I still felt the unmistakable and unyielding hardness of his cock, which had stiffened against me.

“And I’ll let you,” I said, matching the tone from before, pulling back to meet his eyes. They narrowed, his pupils so large his eyes appeared nearly black. “As long as you feed first. You’ll need your strength.”

He would need to be enticed, and I was out of patience. I took his hand from beneath my chin and used the tip of his claw to slice a thin line against my neck.

A ragged growl tore from his throat as I pressed into him, turning my head so that all he had to do was latch his fangs into me.

“Let me take care of you,” I whispered into his ear. “Please, Kaldur.”

“What are you doing to me?” he breathed, the words whispered against my neck, his lips brushing the small wound. He groaned when I rolled my hips over him—an anguished sound, one that made him sound even more in pain than the wince when he’d stood.

My eyes latched on to the wildly beating pulse in his neck. I couldn’t look away; I was mesmerized by it. Relieved that he was all right, that he would be fully recovered soon. If only he wasn’t so stubborn.

On impulse, I bit into his neck with my dull little teeth, and he let out a hoarse cry, one of desire and surprise, and I nearly sighed in relief when I finally felt what I’d been waiting for .

The prick of his fangs. Spurred on, perhaps instinctively, by my own bite.

“Yes,” I whispered. “That’s it, Kaldur. Please. ”

The familiar sensations of his feeding felt like a victory. I bit at his neck again, squeezing my teeth into the flesh, making a rush of hot breath from his nostrils flare against my skin, making his hips buck up into mine, even though he really should’ve kept still.

I pressed a hand to his bare, hot chest, feeling the throbbing steady beat of his heart as I tried to hold him still.

But then my hand was trailing down his chest, across his firm abdomen, to rest on the waistband of his laced trews.

Familiar pleasure was rising, and I moaned with it. Kaldur fed and fed, and I never wanted him to stop. Not until he had taken his fill.

It didn’t have to mean much, I decided. My body had become this animal, with animal needs and desires, from the very first moment he’d touched me two months ago. I’d missed that touch. All I wanted was to feel it again, to let it soothe this pinching ache inside me.

The pleasure from his feeding registered, and I moaned with abandon.

“I want you,” I confessed, “ so much. I hate it.”

A low rumble built in his chest when I pressed my hand against his hard cock. He was hot and pulsing, even through his trews, and desperation rose, matching the pinching pleasure. Between my thighs, my clit fluttered and throbbed, my pussy squeezing around where he should’ve been filling me.

I’d forgotten the wildness. The madness. The need .

Only this time, it felt so much worse. It was ratcheting up, building, building. Amplified by the wasted time when we’d been apart.

“Take everything from me,” Kaldur rasped against my throat. And I shivered when I felt his hot tongue lick at the spilling blood from my neck. “Take it all, my love.”

My breath whistled at the endearment, but I tried to ignore it. No, this didn’t mean anything. This was for Kaldur and for me. But it didn’t have to be anything more than a feeding and the satisfaction, pleasure, and release from sex. We both needed that.

Kaldur’s fangs returned, the sweet rush of his venom making my back arch, my belly pressing into him. With shaking hands, I ripped at the laces of his pants, knowing there was no need for shyness when it came to this. I knew what I wanted from him.

When his cock sprung forth and my hands wrapped around him, another rough groan tumbled from deep in his throat, his hips bucking, twitching beneath me. Hot and hard, like suede-wrapped steel.

The swollen tip of his cock was slick with his need, and for a brief moment, the urge to lick him there was nearly overpowering. But I didn’t want to stop him feeding, so I ran my thumb over the wet slippery mess, hearing his breath hitch. A rough whimper left him, and I’d never heard a more arousing sound as more pre-come replaced what I’d teased away.

His feeding grew even more ravenous, and his hand came up to slide into my hair, holding me in place when my head threatened to loll backward.

“More,” I whispered, my eyes focused on the trimming of the balcony door next to us. “More, Kaldur.”

His other hand came to my nightdress, pushing it up my thighs. That hand squeezed at my flesh, at every inch he uncovered, until I felt the cool rush of air across my hot, slick pussy.

I pressed the searing head of his cock against where I needed him most, tearing another ragged groan from his throat. He unlatched his fangs, pulling back to look down at us. His hand came to my pussy, his fingers teasing over the sensitive flesh.

“No,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. I took his head, pressed it back to my neck. “More. ”

I could actually feel his strength returning. It was beginning to vibrate through every sinew of his body, energy flooding into him like he’d been struck by lightning.

It made me realize just how much he’d been denying himself. I’d forgotten what this strength had felt like. The firm press of his hands, the way his muscles swelled beneath me. He was ravenous, and I could help sate him.

He began to feed again as waves of pleasure rolled through me. And I moved with it, swirling my hips, seeking his length.

With parted lips, I tilted my head to look between us without dislodging his fangs, pressing my forehead against his bare shoulder. I licked at his skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and natural musk. And it drove me wild .

I lifted my hips, pressing his cock head at my entrance…and then I wiggled around, swirling my hips in time with his deep draws, until his cock began to sink in.

A strangled sound reverberated against my neck. My nipples even tingled with the sensation of his fullness, a full body shiver going through me as I guided him inside.

A nearly constant rough purr was rising from him now. As if his mind had finally turned off and he was only sensation.

There was a brief pinching tightness when I sank down deep. I’d only had sex with him once, after all. He was big and thick, but I was determined. I moved over him, tiny little pulses that felt good until I was able to slide down more and more. It helped that I was incredibly slick, the arousal from his touch and his venom practically making me mew with need.

I slid my hand down the rest of his length, feeling a large swelling at his very base. I knew it was his knot. A full-blooded Kylorr male’s knot. I’d felt it last time but thought there was no possible way to fit inside me.

When my entrance met the ring that my fingers made around him, I nearly grunted with the sensation of fullness .

“Fuck me,” came his rough growl, bordering on a plea. “Fuck your mate, kyrana , while I make you come with my bite.”

I nearly gasped, and my hips gave a short pump, lodging him even deeper, making him hiss in pleasure.

It was the first time he’d ever called me kyrana like that. I found that I liked it entirely too much. Especially when he referred to himself as my mate. There was an animalistic part of me that preened with that knowledge.

It was the first moment where I realized I might have claim to him. Where he could be mine as much as I could be his.

That was a dangerous thought, however, so to distract myself, I rose up, releasing his cock and bringing my hands up around his shoulders for leverage.

I was still getting used to my pregnant body and the changes in it. My breasts, which had already grown larger, more sensitive. The imbalance of my weight. But it didn’t stop me from swiveling my hips over him, trying to get as much inside me as I could before it felt like he was lodged in my throat.

The pleasure of his feeding was coming to a cusp, surging me higher and higher. My movements over him might’ve been clumsy, but every thrust and bounce over his cock made him huff out a sharp exhale from his nostrils. His cock seemed to grow larger inside me, every inch sliding across places that made me tingle from the inside out, from head to toe.

His hips began to move, thrusting upward to meet my downward strokes until we were in perfect sync. Until every movement together made me see stars, as my heartbeat throbbed in time with the perceivable hungry pulls at my neck.

“Kaldur,” I gasped.

My orgasm crashed into me with just a little bit of warning. Then I was crying out my pleasure, which sounded nearly like a sob. My hips slammed down, chasing that ecstasy with abandon as Kaldur seemed to hold his breath, stilling beneath me.

Then he was bellowing against my skin, releasing his fangs suddenly, and I felt the surge of heat, of his come as it lashed against my innermost walls as I squeezed around him.

“Raazos’s blood,” he cursed with gritted teeth and harsh breath. “Gods, you feel so fucking good, dallia . I wish you could feel how good this is.”

I do, I couldn’t help but think desperately as my wide eyes sought him out.

“I’m so mad for you,” he growled. “All I want is more.”

“Take it all,” I breathed, finally getting the strength of my voice back when the orgasm began to fade. My limbs felt like jelly, and the whole world seemed soft and hazy, like I was high off lore . Or perhaps off the venom of his bite.

When I squirmed over him, he hissed. Thinking I’d hurt him, I gasped and tried to get off, but he held me fast, his fingers tight on my hips.

“Don’t you dare move,” he growled, meeting my eyes. Eyes so dark they were molten silver. “I told you…until dawn. And dallia ?”

“Yes?” I whispered.

“I’m still ravenous for you,” he warned.