Page 61 of Nightshades

Too much time has passed, and now I’m afraid that what I will do next will take her to the edge of death. Killing her is impossible now that she has my blood inside her.

“What do yo—” She stops speaking, the poison finally doing its job. Her eyes widen in horror, and the amount of fear pouring from her gets me a little tipsy.

She tries to speak, but nothing but noises come out. More tears fall when she realizes her predicament.

Lula can’t cry for help.

She can’t scream.

No one will be able to hear her.

Her misery is mine.

I growl, my cock bumping into her thigh. The teeth surrounding the base of my cock try to bite, wanting to lock her to me while I fill her pretty cunt with come.

Before, I wasn’t sure if I wanted children with her, but the thought of her carrying my offspring, smelling of me, branded, proof of my claim, now I want nothing more than to see her belly round.

My tongue drags over my teeth as my eyes linger on her body that I’m about to invade. Grabbing her by the neck, I bend down until I’m eye level with her, more tears escaping her eyes, but she can’t fool me.

She loves this.

Lula loves me.

Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

My claw slices through her bra, freeing her breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. Her nipples become tight as I drift my fingers down her chest, then her trembling stomach, and cup her pussy.

She gasps, mouth wide open, just waiting to be filled by my rhino cock that will no doubt choke her from the size.

Puncturing the material of her panties, I fist them in my hand, ripping them from her body so she’s naked before me. Unable to stop the dying need to smell her sweet cunt, I bury my nose into her underwear,

I growl, inhaling deep. Anger consumes me when my lungs won’t expand any further. I could suffocate myself just like this, infiltrated by her, and I’d die a happy beast.

“I’m going to be saving these for later.” I toss her underwear on top of my jeans, a reminder not to leave them behind when this night ends.

Another wave of lust penetrates the air, making me turn to Lula with a raised brow. She’s still crying, but I’m no fool. She squeezes her thighs together, the evidence of her arousal shining on her tender flesh.

I crash to my knees, the floor cracking under my weight, and the walls shaking from the force of me. I’m nearly her height now. I skim my hands up her thighs, her muscles trembling under me.

Bending down, I flatten my tongue across the marks I’ve left behind when I ripped her pants free. Lifting my own hands, I school my face when I notice a tremble.

I’m…nervous.

I’ve never been nervous a day in my life.

Inhaling her again, needing to know that thisismy mate before me. Flattening my tongue, I lick up her leg, her blood fusing to my cells. Her essence binding to me.

The bond between us becomes stronger, the tendrils of fate strengthen the ropes our souls are tugging on to pull us together.

My mate.

My one.

My only.

My dream.

My beloved.