Page 54 of The Broken Prince

She came with a yell, slicing my flesh with her nails, moaning to the ceiling as her body gripped me with the strength of a clenched fist. “Yes…”

I gave my final pumps as I groaned in relief, coming harder than I did last night, dumping my empty seed inside the object of my desire. Our orgasms overlapped the way they had downstairs, and we clung to each other until the final high had passed.

It wasn’t until I rolled away that I felt the searing heat from my movements, the sweat coating my skin, the strain in my muscles. I lay on my back, my breathing still elevated, and stared at the ceiling.

She crawled on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, her long hair touching my shoulder.

“Really, baby?”

“This is your fault.”

“My fault?” I asked, a smile moving on to my lips.

“If you hadn’t kept me waiting for so long…” She moved closer to me, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Give me a couple minutes.”

Her fingers moved to my mouth, tracing my jawline. “Can I see?”

“See what?”

“Your fangs…” She continued to outline my mouth. “I don’t feel them when I kiss you.”

“They retract when I’m not feeding.”

“Show me.” Her thumb brushed over my bottom lip.

I would never show her. “They emerge when I feed. I can’t do it voluntarily.”

She sat back, dropped her sex right on my dick. “Why don’t you feed on me…?” A heavy bout of silence filled the air after she spoke, a tension that penetrated deep into my muscles.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my dick hardening when I felt her wet sex. “Because I won’t.”

“You said it feels good.” She moved farther over me, our lips close together. “Really good.”

My eyes remained hard in defiance. “I’ll never feed on you, baby. Don’t ask me again.”

“Why not?”

“Because I won’t.”

“You can bite me where no one can see the mark—”

“The answer is no.” I didn’t raise my voice, but I felt the way it changed, the way it turned vicious.

Her eyes were on me, guarded in offense, and a tidal wave of disappointment rushed through her. All of her emotions were always at the surface, always intense, always striking, whereas the average person rarely felt things intensely. It was addictive, even when she was pissed off like this.

“Don’t ask me again.”

She climbed off me and walked away, her perky ass shaking as she strutted with purpose across the room and out the door.

I stayed where I was, not the kind of man to chase a woman.

She grabbed her clothes downstairs and left, making sure to slam the door so I’d know she’d walked out on me.

I sat there for a minute, maybe two, until the discomfort in my chest turned unbearable. A heavy sigh escaped my clenched teeth, and then I was out of bed, doing the one thing I never thought I would do.

Chase a woman.