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Supple thighs tighten around my head, holding me hostage against her heated skin. “Yes. Please.”

“You beg so nicely, Maggie.” Leaving the plug alone for now, my fingers curl inside her again, and my tongue lashes at her clit until she’s trembling.

But I don’t stop.

I can’t. Not until she falls over the edge and her cunt strangles my fingers.

The hypnotic clench of her inner muscles has my cock harder than steel in my soaked pants. I need to be inside her. I need to fuck my wife .

Her body goes limp and sated, and I scoop Maggie into my arms, heading to the bed. “Viktor! The water… The resort staff are going to hate us!”

“I don’t care.” I throw her onto the bed, her perky tits bouncing as her weight settles on the mattress. Mmm… The peaked, rosy nipples call to my fangs until they ache and throb. “I need to be inside you. Now .”

As I shove the sopping fabric of my shirt over my head, Maggie spreads her legs, exposing her glistening core and plugged ass. The skin is pinkened to perfection.

“Are you desperate, city boy?” Dainty fingers trail between her breasts, down her soft tummy, through the patch of dark-blonde curls until they strum her engorged clit. Like sin incarnate, she teases me with her sopping wet cunt and bejeweled ass as she writhes on the bed.

Fuuuuck. Why does she torture me?

My fingers fumble with the tie on my pants, and I nearly face plant onto the bed in my haste to get them over my feet.

Once I’m free, I prowl over her perfect body. My fingers trace the silver stretch marks on the sides of her breasts before pinching the nipple. “I’m always desperate for you, country girl.”

Maggie’s eyes darken, and she moans, pushing her flesh into my hand.

Between her breasts, my pocket watch rests against her skin. I run a finger against the chain, a constant reminder of our love and our bond.

Maggie wraps a hand around mine, keeping the watch between us as I push inside her tight cunt. Foreheads tipped together, we groan in unison when the head of my cock hits a spot deep inside her. “Fuck, Viktor. I love the way you stretch me. I’m so full. So close to you.”

“Ditto, sweetheart. I’d stay inside you forever if I could.” With lazy thrusts, I start the climb toward my peak, a low tingle at the base of my spine.

“Do you need to feed?” Maggie asks, meeting each snap of my hips with one of her own.

She loves when she’s impaled on my cock and my fangs are buried in her skin.

In fact, she begs for my bite almost every time we make love.

I hum, running my nose up the side of her throat.

Venturing farther north, my lips graze her ear as I whisper, “Did you not get enough of my bite when I had you screaming my name in the shower this morning?”

The evidence of our quickie still marks her skin. Faint puncture wounds dot her supple breasts, lighting an inferno in my veins.

My thirst for blood may be quenched, but my thirst for my mate never will be.

“It’s never enough, Viktor. Please.”

As much as I yearn to sink my fangs into her sweet skin and feast on her intoxicating blood, what I really want is to sink my cock balls deep in her ass while she chants my name like a prayer. “Not yet, sweetheart. Give me one orgasm first.”

My hand slips between our sweat and water-slicked bodies, searching for that magic button. Finding her clit, I start with soft, slow circles until the walls of her pussy tighten, making it harder to thrust in and out of her .

Her thighs clamp around my hips, and I increase the pressure on her clit. As her inner muscles grip my cock like a vise, I’m forced to hold deep inside her sweet heat while her mouth falls open on a silent scream, eyes pinching shut.

“Good girl. That’s one.” Slipping free of her pussy, I groan as the tight muscle grips each piercing, trying to pull me back into her body. “So greedy.” My fingers connect with her clit, and she moans.

“Now?” Like a kid on Christmas morning, her sea-glass eyes glow when I gently wiggle the plug free from her ass.

“Now, my beautiful whore.” Once the plug is removed, I test the waters by sliding a finger into her ass. Warm and tight, the muscles give way as I give a few testing pumps.

She tosses me a bottle of lube, and I use it to coat my cock. “Ready, Maggie?”

Vigorously, her head bobs up and down. She maneuvers so she’s propped up on her elbows, eyes glued to my hand as it wraps around my cock again. Pre-cum oozes from the tip, spilling between my fingers when I run my fist up and down the length a few times.

Lining the head up with her puckered hole, I press into her slowly. Warmth overtakes me with each inch her ass swallows. “You were made for me, sweetheart. Weren’t you? Your tight ass fits my cock like a glove. It feels fucking amazing.”

“Yes, Viktor. Fuck me, please.” Her voice cracks on a whine when I bottom out.

Her left hand falls to her clit, the diamond and ruby shimmering in the moonlight with each flick of her wrist .

I’m not going to last long with this goddess spread out on the sheets below me. Back arched, her breasts have my fangs elongating.

Lying back on the bed, her free hand comes up to cup my cheek. “You’re beautiful like this, Viktor.” The red glow of my eyes reflects back to me when I look deep into hers. Black claws dig into the flesh of her hips when I wrap my fingers around her body.

Most women would be terrified of being fucked by a monster, but not Maggie. Never Maggie. She’s seen the real me and never shied away.

Bending down, I plaster my body to hers, lips hovering above hers. “And you’re beautiful like this, wife. Taking every piercing into your tight little ass. Swallowing every inch like a good girl.”

Her answering moan has my hips pistoning until the familiar buzz takes over my senses. My orgasm is close.

Teetering on the knife’s edge, I give Maggie what she’s been begging for. With a growl, I bare my fangs and strike where her neck and shoulder meet. Combined with her fingers on her clit and my cock driving in and out of her ass, she shatters. “Viktor! Oh, fuck! Yes, Viktor…”

I retract my fangs and quickly seal the wound with my tongue before slapping a hand over her mouth. “Shhh, sweetheart. You don’t want to wake Lily.”

Her eyes slam shut, and she lets out another loud moan, muffled by my hand as her ass spasms around my cock. The added friction sets off my own release, and I slam my lips against hers to stifle both of our moans .

“I love you, Maggie,” I whisper against her lips once we finally come up for air.

Her mouth curves against mine. “I love you, too.”

After a quick clean-up, we climb back into bed. I’m ready to sleep for a solid twenty-four hours after she drained me dry. Maggie nestles against my chest. I tuck one arm behind my head, and the other finds its home around her waist.

She yawns, idly drawing circles on my chest with her finger. “Did Vanessa make it home okay?”

My sister offered to watch the house for us while we’re away. She was supposed to head back to the city this evening in order to spend Christmas morning with our parents.

Grabbing my cell phone from the nightstand, the screen lights up with a severe weather alert.

Blizzard warning in place for New York City and the surrounding area—including Maple Ridge Hollow.

“Looks like there’s a bad storm coming in.

” I hold my phone up to Maggie, and her brow furrows.

“I’ll give her a call.” Before I can pull up her number, another notification comes through.

“And our flight is delayed. I guess we’re spending Christmas here. ”

Find out what happens when Viktor’s twin sister, Vanessa, gets snowed in with Jean-Luc, the grumpy minotaur.