Page 16 of It's in His Bite

And then it disappeared, flowing out into my limbs as a pulsing electricity. It settled in my core, my clit throbbing with it. My body melted against his, need sweeping through me like a flash flood, leaving me unable to resist a single speck of it.

His lips were hot and demanding against my throat, each pull from my vein a new shock of arousal in my bloodstream. I clawed at his back, trying to get him closer, needing to channel all of this desire he ratcheted so tightly in my body in the span of seconds.

His cock was hard and heavy against my belly, his hips moving against mine giving me a damn good idea of how he wanted to fuck me. I dug my nails into the skin of his neck and used it as leverage, rocking my own hips, too. He groaned against my throat. His hands were hot brands on my thighs, holding me up and open for him. It was so primal, soovertly controlling. I’d never been manhandled quite like this. I shuddered, surrendering to it, to him.

More. More. More. Need to feel her under me. Need to have her lips on me.

His thoughts flowed into me again, and I moved my palm back to his shoulder, to where his sweater covered his skin.

His tongue swiped over the bite, and then he was pulling us both away from the threshold, my lips bracketing his hips in reaction to the sudden movement. He dropped me onto the bed, his eyes bright red, his cheeks hollower than before, his nostrils flared wide with his shuddering breaths.

I sat up and stripped out of the sweater and slip, letting them fall to the side of the bed. His eyes grew brighter as his gaze trailed down my body, taking in every swell and freckles. A low, rumbling growl emanated from him, the sound entirely male satisfaction. My nipples hardened, and I swallowed an answering whimper. He stripped out of his own clothes faster than I could truly track, his movements a blur of limbs and fabric. And then he stood at the foot of the bed, a silver condom packet in his clenched hand, his dick jutting up toward his stomach.

I crawled toward him, ready to touch him, to feel him, to know what he would feel inside me. Fated were supposed to be the epitome of pleasure, and I wanted to know if that was the truth in reality. Surprise lit through me as I settled on my knees in front of him, my hand replacing his at the root of his dick.

“You’re pierced?” The question was way too breathy given my very muchnon-virgin status.

His chuckle was dark. It rumbled through the room. His hands were soft where they buried into my hair, undoing the elastic and pins that kept my hair piled on top of my head.

“They won’t bite, Harlowe,” he said, running his hands through my hair and leaving it to drape over my shoulder, hiding the other vampire’s bite entirely. “That’s my job, remember?”

I shivered and my pussy clenched around nothing.

Carefully, I traced my fingers over the silver piercings that ran along the underside of his dick. Four separate piercings, all an inch or so apart with another inch or two above the final rod before the head.

“I’ve never…” I pressed my thumb into the small indent just below the crown, fascinated by all the metal. His dick twitched. “I’ve never been with someone pierced.”

“They won’t hurt you,” he said, suddenly serious, earnest. “And if for some reason they do, I can take them out.”

I let my tongue replace my finger, carefully feeling each one. The metal was surprisingly warm, the skin soft and yet hard around them. With each swipe, each brush, Landon tensed above me, his hand clenching and relaxing and then clenching again at his sides. His nails were fully claws, his control over their appearance shattered. His breathing was stuttered.

Finally, I closed my lips around his head and slowly took him deep, relaxing my tongue. The feelings of the piercings were fascinating, foreign but not uncomfortable. He groaned, his head falling back. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed on instinct, suppressing my gag reflex.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” he muttered. His hips flexed, his stomach rippling with the movement. “Bloody hell, Harlowe.”

I couldn’t help but smile even as I kept moving, circling his base with one hand, making sure none of him was missing out. It was a heady thing, watching a vampire’s control fall away and collapse around them. But knowing it was Landon Rhodes, the surly man who was known for his iron-clad ethics and control? It was intoxicating, addicting. It ruined me for anyone else again.

He shuddered, and his stomach clenched. He pulled away from me, a hand on my chin keeping me from going after him. Without a word, he handed me the condom. My hands were surprisingly steady as I rolled it on and then laid on the bed, not bothering to move any of the blankets. He followed me, covering me with his body and his heat.

He filled me with a single stroke, so intense I lost my breath. He laid love bites down my sternum, pulling small pieces of skin between his teeth until they were bright red and stinging. I knew they would bruise. His beard scratched against my skin, leaving it raw, too. Every mark he wanted to give, I wanted to take.

Pleasure coursed through me as he moved above me, moved in me, his body a formidable mass of capable muscle. His thumb circled my clit, small, strong circles that had me falling over the ledge before I even realized I standing on the precipice. My back bowed as I cried out. I desperately clutched at his sides, forgetting entirely my gift.

He didn’t, though.

Fuck, you’re beautiful like this. So soft. So warm. I need you to come again.

“Come again, Harlowe. I need another one.”

I shook my head, letting my hands drop away from him. My body was too overwhelmed, my nerve endings already at their limit. He growled something I couldn’t understand, my mind still fuzzy from the sudden orgasm. He pulled away from me, his body disappearing.

I gasped, fear clenching my heart.

And then he was there again, rolling me onto my knees, guiding me until I straddled his hips. He sat against the headboard, our chests pressed together. Every brush of his skin against my over-sensitized nipples had me shivering, my pussy clenching.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

He held his dick for me as I settled over him, took him in one full stroke that stole my breath. HolyGod. I fisted my hands on my thighs, clenching my stomach to keep my balance.