Page 72 of Kingly Bitten

However, the way her nostrils flared told me it wasn’t a form of reprimand to her at all, but a challenge. And it was that insightful glimpse into her personality that shot me right over the edge.

I wanted her to drown.

I wanted her to swim.

I wanted her to suffocate beneath the waves of pleasure pouring out of my shaft.

And I wanted to revive her again with my blood in her mouth. My tongue on her cunt. My fingers lodged deep within her.

Fuck, the passionate image spurred me onward, the vibrations of pleasure causing my thighs to clench as I bathed her throat with my cum.

She swallowed.

And swallowed.

And swallowed.

Her eyes glistened with renewed tears. Panic flared in her nostrils. Her need to breathe a likely ache inside her chest.

“Don’t stop.” It came out guttural. Cruel. Cold. But inside, I was inflamed with the need to fill up her body with my essence. Possess her. Own her. Mark her as mine.

She started to fade, her throat no longer able to massage my shaft the way I desired.

Most of my kind would kill a human for failing them during such a crucial act.

But I quite fancied Calina alive.

I pulled her off my cock before she could pass out. She sputtered as some of my essence painted her cheek. Then her big, wet eyes met mine.

She was perfect.

Stunning.

Utterly exquisite.

And all I could think to do was to return the favor.

I didn’t put her on the table like Darius had done to Juliet. Instead, I carried her to the back room and laid her on the bed.

Ryder would probably kill me later for this. But he could have the linens cleaned.

Mutual satisfaction was more important.

I spread Calina’s creamy thighs and knelt between her legs. Then I pressed an intimate kiss to the sweetness I’d craved for what had felt like an eternity.

She didn’t disappoint, her clit almost as tempting as her femoral artery.

“Jace,” she whispered, breaking the rules by speaking out of turn. But the throaty way she said my name made any and all forms of castigation impossible. Particularly considering the raspy quality of that sound.

I’d fucked her throat raw. She could hardly speak.

Another detail for my plan.

I could absolutely work with that method of silencing my new consort.

But I wanted to test that theory more, see how truly it held.

So I sank my teeth into her intimate flesh, just like Darius had done to Juliet.