Page 39 of Patrick’s Seduction (Scanguards Vampires #19)

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F or almost three hours everybody in the conference room debated ideas of how to get to Cameron, kill him, and make the Gallagher pack understand that they would be eliminated if they retaliated against Scanguards or harmed Fallon in any way.

Fallon’s head was spinning, but she understood that this wasn’t Scanguards’ first rodeo. They’d taken on other dangerous creatures—namely demons, which Isabelle had told her about—and had won. She could only hope that they would be victorious over the werewolves too. Her future depended on it. That was also the reason she couldn’t just stand by. She needed to be part of this mission.

When the meeting dispersed, and everybody got themselves and their weapons and equipment ready, she tapped on Patrick’s arm.

He turned to her. “Everything alright? You know we have to do this, right? He has to die.”

“I know. And I need to be there when it happens.”

“No!”

The firm one-word answer riled her up in an instant. “You can’t keep me away from this. It’s my fight.”

“You’re not getting anywhere near those werewolves. It’s too dangerous.”

“You seem to have forgotten that I’m a werewolf myself.”

“How could I forget that? Didn’t you listen to what we discussed here? You must realize by now how dangerous the Gallaghers are.”

“That’s exactly why I have to be there with you.”

Patrick let out a breath and took her arm, leading her toward his father’s office. “Let’s discuss this in private.”

A moment later, they were in the office, and the door fell shut behind them. They were alone.

Patrick faced her. “I can’t let you come with us. You might be a werewolf, but you have no control over your shifting. We’re going in after dark, which means the moon will be out, and you’ll be forced to shift, if you want to or not.”

She knew that, and it scared her, but she also knew that she could help.

“The Gallaghers won’t hurt me. You said it yourself: they want me to be part of their pack. We can use that to our advantage.”

“What advantage? Do you really think I’d risk them snatching you?”

“It won’t happen. I won’t leave your side the entire time.” She put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer. It was time to play dirty to get him to agree to her request. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Patrick gasped and let out a surprised laugh. “You actually think you can seduce me so I’ll let you come?”

She winked at him. “I’ll let you come first.” She slid her hand over the front of his pants.

“Damn it, Fallon, you’re manipulating me.”

She squeezed him and felt his cock grow thicker under her palm. “Apparently it’s working.”

He put his hand on the back of her head and drew her face to him. Without another word he sank his lips onto hers and kissed her, robbing her of her breath. She allowed herself to melt into his embrace, pressing her body to his, his hard muscles crushing her breasts.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds before Patrick severed it.

“Alright, you get to come with us, under one condition.”

“What condition?”

“You’ll drink my blood.”

Her forehead furrowed, but before she could ask why, he continued, “Last time when you drank my blood, you were able to control the wolf and hold off the shifting for a while.”

She stared at him, surprised, but she had to admit that he was probably right. His blood had helped her fight the wolf inside her.

“But I can’t bite you.”

She showed him her teeth. They were too blunt to tear into his skin.

“Don’t worry. You’ll drink from me like all the other human blood-bonded women drink from their mate: I’ll cut into my skin with my claws or my fangs, and you’ll suck on the wound.”

He brought his face closer to hers, and added, “And one more thing: if I get in trouble during the mission, don’t try to save me. Run to the closest vampire you see and get their protection. Got it?”

He had to be crazy to think that she would leave him if anything bad happened to him. But she was wise enough to know that she couldn’t tell him that she would do everything in her power to rescue him, or he would lock her in a cell and leave her here.

So, she did what she had to do and lied, “Got it.”

She leaned in to kiss him, but to her surprise, Patrick didn’t respond. Instead, he released her from his arms and turned to the door. Before she could figure out what he was planning to do, she heard the door lock click.

A breath escaped her when she realized what he intended to do. “Oh.”

Patrick pivoted and approached. “Now, now, Dr. Doyle ,” he teased. “I hope you’re not gonna rescind that little offer you made me. Shall I remind you?”

“You mean right now? But we have to get ready for the mission…”

Her voice trailed off as he stopped only inches from her.

“Everybody is doing what they need to do. You and I, we’ve got a couple of hours.”

She pointed to the door. “But your colleagues on this floor… they might hear us… or smell us.”

He grinned. “And your point is?”

“I guess I don’t have a point,” she conceded, reaching for him.

She put her hand on his nape to pull him closer so their noses almost touched.

“That’s much better,” he murmured, and his breath ghosted over her skin.

“Well, then how about you drop your pants?”

Without waiting for his reply, she gripped his waistband and opened the button. He didn’t stop her when she lowered the zipper and shoved them to mid-thigh. Instead, he dipped his head to the spot where her neck met her shoulder and kissed her there.

“One day soon,” he whispered seductively, “I’ll drink from you right here while I make love to you.”

His promise sent a spear of heat through her insides. It was as if he could make her surrender to him with just a few words. But she wouldn’t surrender right now. No, she wanted him to surrender to her.

She hooked her thumbs into his boxer briefs and lowered them, freeing his cock. The thick, hard rod thrust into her waiting hands, and with it a moan and a curse dislodged from Patrick’s throat.

“Fuck!”

She smiled to herself and gripped him harder, then slowly lowered herself to her knees, bringing his beautiful shaft in line with her face. With one hand holding onto its base and the other gripping his hip, she licked over the bulbous head and felt him shudder beneath her touch.

She felt his hands on her shoulders then, steadying himself. Casting her gaze up at him, she noticed him looking down at her, his eyes shimmering golden.

“I love the way your eyes are glowing like gold.”

“They’re glowing like that because of you.”

Holding his gaze, she licked over his erection once more, before she wrapped her lips around the tip. When she took his cock into her mouth as deep as she could, she closed her eyes, reveling in his masculine taste and the velvety-smooth texture of his skin. Her lips remained tightly wrapped around his erection while she drew back a little, letting him slip out but for the last inch, before sliding down on him again, taking him deep.

Patrick let out a moan. She felt him withdraw on his own now, and a moment later, he drove deep into her mouth again, his tempo still slow and measured, but judging by the strength with which he was holding on to her shoulders, she knew he was holding on to his self-control by a mere thread.

To show him that she was ready for more, she increased her tempo. Patrick moved with her, thrusting and withdrawing, while she added friction by moving her hand around the base of his cock up and down with her sucking motions.

“Fuck, babe!” he cursed, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

She felt her own arousal grow with every second she was sucking him. She loved to see that he was close to losing control. She felt power in her because she could pleasure this man, this powerful vampire until he was only driven by his basic instincts. And she realized that she loved it, loved the power he gave her by surrendering to her touch. It was as if he was already hers. And maybe he was. Maybe no bite was necessary to form their bond, to know that they were one.

When Patrick suddenly withdrew completely from her mouth and pulled her up to stand, she was surprised.

“I wasn’t done.”

With a speed she’d never seen before, Patrick opened her khaki pants and lowered them to her knees, pulling her panties down in the same move.

“Turn around and brace yourself on the desk,” he ordered in a gruff voice she’d never heard him use.

When she stared at his face, she noticed his fangs descending. The sight sent another spear of lust through her body, and she did what he’d asked, bracing herself against the desk and offering him her backside.

He gripped her tightly with his hands, and she could feel that his fingernails had become sharp little barbs. But that knowledge did nothing to dispel her desire for him. On the contrary, she wanted him even more now.

In the next instant, she felt Patrick’s cock plunging into her pussy, forcing all air out of her lungs. Before she could take another breath, he began thrusting and withdrawing rapidly. He was in charge now, and she realized that she needed this, needed Patrick to hold the reins. She could let go now, let go of all her worries, all her fears, all her thoughts about the future, and live in this one moment. The moment in which only she and Patrick counted. The outside world didn’t matter.

Her body was finally free of everything that was holding her back, and she could enjoy this moment. She felt the approach of her orgasm, felt the tensing of her muscles. Patrick increased his tempo even more, clearly recognizing how close she was. Another thrust, another withdrawal, and her pussy spasmed, clenching and releasing his erection in quick succession.

A relieved sigh came from Patrick, and now she could feel him shudder, while his semen filled her, making his thrusts even smoother than before.

When he finally stilled, they were both breathing hard. Still inside her, he leaned over her back, bringing his mouth to the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Fallon, with every fiber of my being.”

He sank his lips to her neck and kissed her there, his fangs scraping gently against her skin. She shivered with pleasure at the contact.

“I want you to bite me,” she demanded.

“After tonight,” he replied.

“Why not now?”

He chuckled. “If I bit you now, I’d have a hard-on for hours. I’d be thinking only of you, and of making love to you. I can’t afford that distraction. Not right now. You understand that, don’t you?”

She did. “You’ll bite me when it’s over, promise me.”

“Nothing will be able to stop me then.”

And she would hold him to his promise.