Page 8 of Princess Redeemed

“God, yes,” I say on a breath.

He turns me around so I’m facing the wall, and in an instant, my leather pants are around my knees, and his fingers are between my legs.

He inhales.Touches me.Groans.“So fucking wet…”

And I am.I’m wet.Ripe.Ready.

Just one more time…

That’s all I need.

His cock inside me once more, and then I’ll find the strength to leave.

His warm breath sears the sensitive flesh of my neck, and the blood echoes in his veins.It’s moving quickly, whooshing, heading toward his cock.

The pouch of O neg I drank only moments before has no more effect on me.The need—no, the ache—for Rogan’s blood thunders through me, and I turn to face him as my gums tingle and my fangs descend.

His emerald eyes are smoky with desire, and his carotid pulses like a beacon in his neck.

I lick my lips.

“Take it,” Rogan growls.“Take from me, princess.Take what you need.”

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I sinkmy fangs directly into his pulsing carotid…and I drink.

I drink the essence from Rogan—the blood that gives me strength like nothing else does.The dark chocolate and lusty merlot elixir that fuels me with energy, vigor, drive.That satiates that intense hunger I never knew existed before him.

The thick ambrosia coats my tongue, slides down my throat like bittersweet syrup.I close my eyes, and I take.

I take from him.

From this man who is everything to me.

Still, even with what I know, he’s everything to me.He’s inside me.Not just his blood, but his progeny.

And as I take from him, the tiny life inside me takes as well.My child will be strong and healthy and?—

I yank my mouth from his neck, closing his wounds so he won’t bleed out.

“Princess…” he growls.

“No more…”

“Yes.Now, princess.You took from me, and now I’ll take from you.”

He turns me around so I’m facing the wall once more.The zing of his zipper sets my ears on fire, and?—

“God!”I cry out as he thrusts his hard cock inside me.

“Mine,” he growls.“Always mine, Hannah.”

No.No.Not yours.Never yours.

Except the words don’t make it out of my throat.I know them to be true, but I resist.I resist so hard because my desire—my aching need—for this man, this wolf, overrides everything.

His thrusts consume me, and though I know in my head it’s all built on my father’s lies, in my heart, I know differently.