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“ W hat does it mean?” Maggie’s soft voice is nearly drowned out by the pounding in my ears.

The creature staring back at me in the mirror only confirms what I already knew. She’s my mate.

According to everything I was told as a child, vampires only transform into their true form after feeding on their mate.

But we said no feelings.

I can’t very well tell her the truth right now. Not when we’ve barely gotten started.

No.

I’ll keep it to myself for now and give her time to adjust to the idea of us being more.

“I’m not sure. It’s been so long since I fed on a human.” I shrug, sitting down on the couch. “But you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Pulling her onto my lap, I position Maggie so she’s straddling me and run a thumb over the two puncture marks on her inner thigh.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she confirms, head tipped down and eyes locked on my finger. “Why isn’t it bleeding?”

“My saliva stops the blood flow and heals the wound when I’m done feeding.”

She smiles. “That’s a pretty neat party trick.”

You have no idea.

“Are you ready for more?” I ask, gripping her hips and grinding her down onto my hard cock.

She answers my question with one of her own. “Will you make me come like that again? W-While biting me?” Eyes flicking down, her cheeks darken.

My country girl is still a little shy.

I can’t help but chuckle when her gaze meets mine again, and there’s a sparkle of hope shining back at me. My fingers sweep up the soft skin of her cheekbone, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear, before they coast down to grip her chin. “Is that what you want, my beautiful whore?”

Her head bobbles in my grip, and she wiggles her hips with enthusiasm. “Yes. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

“A vampire’s bite is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs in the world. If you’re not careful, you might get addicted.” I hope you’ll get addicted .

“Sounds pretty good to me,” she purrs before sitting back and gripping my cock. The red tip drips with pre-cum, and I can’t wait to fill her cunt with my seed.

Last time, I pulled out to mark her flawless skin, but now, I need to claim her womb, too. She’ll be mine in every way.

“Do you remember our first time?” I ask, stroking her cheek.

“How could I forget?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

I run my tongue over the tip of my new, larger fangs and taste the last remnants of her blood. Coppery, with a hint of sweetness. “I promised you something dark and depraved. Is that still what you want?”

“Yes.” Her consent is a whisper. A prayer. A promise .

And along with her blood still on my tongue, it unleashes the monster within me.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart.” My voice dips to a feral growl, my restraint slipping.

First one, then the other, Maggie obeys like a good girl and places her hands on the small of her back, wrists crossed.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I restrain her. “That’s my good whore.”

Her head tips to the side and she whimpers as her eyes fall shut.

Using my free hand, I gather the soft flesh of her breast and feed it into my mouth. Sucking a bruising mark on her tit before I pull back, my fangs scrape against her skin, and she shudders. Moving to her nipple, I pinch the sensitive peak between my teeth and give a gentle tug .

“Fuck,” my country girl hisses. Hips rocking faster, she slides her dripping pussy along my cock, not yet breaching her. “Do that again.”

“Ask nicely.”

She groans, voice laced with irritation. “Tease.”

“Brat.”

“Please,” she pants, rising onto her knees to try to get my cock inside her. But I’m not ready for that yet.

“Good girl.” Switching to the other breast, I suckle her flesh before giving her nipple a sharp tug.

Her back arches, and she cries out. “I’m gonna come.”

She’s right where I want her. And at her admission, I take my hand from her breast, using it to line my cock up with her entrance. With the grip on her wrists, I slam her down on my shaft at the same time my fangs sink into her breast.

Maggie’s spine bows. “Viktor!” Head tipped to the ceiling, she screams my name at the same time her inner walls strangle my cock.

Somehow, I resist the overwhelming urge to coat Maggie’s womb with every drop of cum I have to offer.

Her body collapses against my chest, and I tuck her head into the side of my neck.

Soft blonde curls tickle my nose when I bury it in her hair and breathe in her familiar scent, only it’s tinged with a hint of sweat this time, somehow making her smell even better.

“That was only number two, city girl. You’ve got at least one more in you. I know it.”

She whimpers, but nods against my throat .

I let go of her wrists. “Put your hands on my shoulders and hang on tight. Dig those pretty nails into my skin and make me bleed, sweetheart.”

Obeying, Maggie sits up, eyes glazed and a little unfocused. But she does as instructed, wrapping her fingers around the thick muscles on my shoulders.

I groan at the slight prick of her nails. The pain zips to my balls, and my cock leaks inside her. “Good girl. Are you ready for me to fuck you like my whore?”

A shiver rolls down her spine, but she moans and digs her nails farther into my skin.

Letting the monster take over, my vision flickers red at the edges when I hook my hands under the backs of her knees, effectively making her legs useless.

Then, I unleash all the pent-up sexual frustration from the past week, and I pound into her sweet pussy, impaling her on my pierced cock over and over again. “Your cunt is so fucking tight.”

Breasts bouncing, blood trickles from my earlier bite, and the crimson liquid calls to me like a siren to a wayward sailor. Leaning down, I lap at the wound, savoring the coppery tang as it coats my tongue.

My fangs ache.

My cock weeps.

And Maggie lets me use her body like the perfect whore.

Moans spill from her mouth in a broken staccato. It’s the most beautiful symphony I’ve ever heard.

Consumed by pleasure and the need to make her come, I sink my fangs into her skin again and let her sweet nectar fill my mouth with every swallow .

We shatter in unison, her cunt seizing and triggering my release. It’s spectacular. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and it only solidifies what I already suspected—Maggie Wilcox is the love of my life and my mate… and I’m never letting her go.

“Well, that was—”

“Fucking spectacular,” I rasp breathlessly.

Maggie giggles. Peering up at me, her eyes sparkle, a direct reflection of all the emotions rushing through my veins.

But when her eyes drop to my chest, the corners of her mouth turn down and a deep furrow forms between her eyebrows.

“I got blood all over you.” She swipes a finger through the crimson staining my skin and lifts it between us.

I grip her slender wrist, and my nostrils flare, filling with her addictively sweet aroma. “Trust me, Maggie, I don’t mind a little blood.” Entranced, my eyes lock on a small red drop as it rolls down the side of her finger. When my tongue darts out, I moan.

Salty and sweet, her essence fills my tastebuds. The exquisite flavor gets better each time I taste her.

A small gasp hits my ears when I suck Maggie’s finger into my mouth, tongue lapping at her skin and not missing a single drop of blood.

My eyes flick to hers, finding heat in them. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession. She pulls her finger from my mouth with a pop, swipes it through the mess on her chest this time, before raising it to my lips once more.

How did I find such a perfect woman? A perfect mate .

Proving my point, Maggie’s fingers twine into my hair. Her grip tightens, and she leads my mouth back to the oozing wound on her breast .

Fuck. I was so caught up in everything—in us—earlier that I forgot to seal the bite.

I swipe my tongue across the sticky, blood-smeared skin, cleaning up my mess and healing her at the same time. A moan rumbles out of my chest as I swallow down the last mouthful of her. Tipping my chin up, I meet her gaze and admit the thought flowing through my head. “I’m already addicted to you.”

Somehow, the red flush to Maggie’s skin deepens further, glistening with a fine layer of sweat. Unruly golden curls tumble over her shoulders and back. She gives me a shy smile, but there’s a mischievous spark in her eyes.

She’s beautiful.

“I’m gonna go clean up,” Maggie says, breaking the moment between us. She winces when she slides off my lap and cum trickles down her leg. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

While I wait for her, I do a quick cleanup of my own in the kitchen. Picking our clothes up off the living room floor, I fold them into a neat stack on the side table before finding a blanket and laying back on the couch.

When Maggie comes back into the room, in all her naked glory, my cock twitches. You were literally just inside her. Cool it.

None the wiser to my internal battle with my dick, Maggie wiggles her body between the back of the couch and mine. Lifting the blanket, I make room for her.

Her head rests on my chest, and my arm bands around her shoulder, fingers burying themselves in the back of her curls.

The quiet stretches between us, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable .

“This is more now, isn’t it?” Maggie breaks the silence.

I hum, stroking her back. “What do you mean?”

She props onto her elbow so we’re face-to-face. “Us. What we’re doing. We said no feelings, but it sure feels a hell of a lot like there are feelings involved.”

“Country girl,” I rasp. “My feelings have always been involved. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” I smirk when she sits up, her perfect tits on full display. Seems like not long ago, she would have hidden her body from me, but not now.

Eyes dropping to her beaded nipples, I lick my lips.

Maggie hooks a finger under my chin, directing my gaze away from her chest and up to her eyes. No fun. “So you lied to me?”