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Need—that word. My mind reeled with the memory of him edging me, his patience unyielding, his desire to unravel me mercilessly drawn out with a precision that made me ache—not just between my legs but in my chest, my breath, the silence of the nights.

My admission was soft. “I’ve needed you all week. ”

A feral sound came from his throat. “Did you touch yourself, wildflower? Dream about me?”

“Yes.” My knees shook as the admission fell from my lips.

“How often?” The air from his words caressed my ear.

I bit my lip, the truth almost frightening to tell. “Almost every night. Sometimes during the day.” The confession burned, but freed me as well. I needed him even when he wasn’t near me.

Crack. Pain blossomed through my ass at the same time I registered the emptiness of my cunt.

“There will be many more of those if you touch yourself again without inviting me to watch. Your every orgasm is mine, and you will give me the choice of looking in your eyes as you come.” He ran his fingers over the pulsating spots on my ass.

“Do you understand, wildflower? You will no longer play without me.”

I swallowed before I whispered, ignoring the tears in my eyes. “Yes, Lorcan.” I didn’t just agree—I wanted to give him everything.

He slid his hand past my puckered hole and across my folds. “You are drenched for me, wildflower. Do you need more?”

“Yes,” I whispered, jamming my eyes closed, savoring my pounding heart. It was a hunger deep inside that only he could satisfy.

His breath warmed the nape of my neck as he pulled me to standing, my back against his chest. One arm banded around my waist, holding me to him, the other moving across my stomach with a touch so light it sent a wave of desire into my body, hardening my nipples before he rested it on my shoulder.

He kissed my temple before whispering into my ear.

“That is just the beginning. Are you sure you want to be mine?”

I closed my eyes as I melted into him, feeling the softness of his pants against my bare skin. My voice shook from anticipation, not fear—a hunger to be his. “Please.”

His upper body twisted against mine as he removed his hand from my shoulder.

His arm brushed the top of my head before lowering in front of me.

Twin streaks of blood, glistening crimson red against his pale skin, ran from two holes in his wrist—temptation incarnate.

My breath eased out between my tingling lips.

His voice was raw, thick with desire and need. “Drink, wildflower.” His arm wrapped tighter around my lower body, caging me—owning me. “Drink and stay with me, as mine.”

I reached out, my hands wrapping around his forearm, but turned my head so my gaze lifted to his.

Something dark and wild yet tender in his eyes made my pulse stutter.

It wasn’t hunger or lust. It was devotion.

He promised me everything he had to give.

My heart lurched. I wanted more than his body.

I wanted his promise—for him to keep me forever.

I sealed my lips over the open wound. As the first pull of his blood hit my tongue, I knew—I would never belong to anyone else.

Electricity shot through me just before Lorcan’s erotic gasp reached my ears.

I closed my eyes and pulled more blood into my mouth, the connection to my love nearly overwhelming me.

The sweet molasses-like essence ran over my tongue, easily rolling down my throat.

Behind me, Lorcan groaned, his fingers flexing as though he were trying to keep control.

But I couldn’t stop pulling. I felt like I would never get enough of it.

My legs shook, and my body hummed as I pulled again.

“Feeding you is making me so hard,” he whispered into my ear as the ridge of his cock grew against my back.

As I drank, his hand snaked up my stomach and under my shirt, finding my already hardened nipple.

He rolled it around between his fingers.

I moaned, sinking into his broad chest, keeping his wrist to my mouth, nursing on his blood.

He growled. “Be a good girl and drink your fill. I’ll fuck you after. ”

His deep panting filled my ears until I tried pulling more blood from him, only to find none.

I dropped my arms beside me, supported only by my lover—mate—at my back, my breaths quick and deep, my entire body on fire, and full of a desire I had never known before.

I moaned as he continued to stroke and play, astounded at how skillfully he manipulated my body.

I didn’t want him to stop, to take me as he wanted.

He pushed his hands under my shirt and lifted the garment over my head, throwing it to the side before stepping away. I felt myself falling. He caught me, cradling my body against his. “I want your cunt. And your blood.”

He set me on the edge of the table, the cool wood soothing the sting in my ass. “Take my cock out and massage it.” His command called to a hidden ache inside me.

I unbuttoned and opened his pants, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. I ran my hands along the length, feeling the soft skin, before reaching between his legs and fondling his balls through the cloth. His gaze never left mine, as though his eyes could see straight into my soul.

His hand closed gently around my wrist, stilling me. “If anything becomes too much,” he said, voice low, “touch your fingers to your lips. Just two.” His eyes held mine, dark and knowing. “That’s your stop. Can you remember that?”

I swallowed hard. I never needed a safety signal before. “Yes.”

He put his hand over mine, guiding it back to his cock and pressing into my fingers so I massaged him again. “Without stopping, show me.”

My fingers stroked his hardness with one hand while I brought my middle and index fingers from the other to my lips. My heart pounded, wondering what came next, desiring every bit of the unknown.

“Good girl. Remember that, because you might need it.” He stepped closer to the table. “Now put my cock inside you,” he commanded.

I didn’t hesitate, pulling my heels to the table’s edge. His gaze never wavered as I obeyed. Under his watchful eye, I smeared his precum over my pussy lips before nestling the thick head at my entrance. I urged him forward with my hand, but he didn’t move.

“Look at you,” he murmured, feathering his fingers over my chest. “Beautifully spreading yourself open for me. So eager to be filled, just waiting for me to fuck you until your cunt is raw.”

My heart fluttered at the truth of his words. I needed him inside me, all of him, but he stood still, unmoved. The tension in my core sharpened. I leaned back on my hands, pressing my hips forward, offering more of myself, desperate for him inside of me.

A deep, guttural sound rumbled in his chest. “Such a good girl,” he breathed, reaching forward and tweaking my nipples.

“Taking me exactly how you should.” His cock pressed against the edges of my entrance as he watched me ease myself onto his girth, taking in every desperate, trembling breath as I stretched around him.

Without warning, he lurched forward, his deliberate thrust forcing me open, marking me as his. Something between a moan and a scream fell from my lips as my back arched, before I melted back onto the table, his cock filling me.

He closed his eyes as a low groan of approval reverberated through his chest, his forehead resting on mine.

“Your cunt is so tight, like it was made for me—like you were made for me.” His lips moved with unabated hunger on mine as he pulled one ankle so my leg hung from the table, angling me just how he wanted.

The shift sent a delicious friction against my clit, the contact causing me to gasp around his tongue.

Lorcan’s mouth curved into a knowing smile against my lips as he placed one hand on the small of my back, bracing me as he eased out, leaving me aching with need before his cock filled me again.

My body clenched around him, my thighs trembling.

I didn’t dare move. I was his to arrange and use—his to fill or to leave me aching.

Whatever his desire, I wanted more of it.

His wicked grin widened. “I could keep you like this for hours—open, trembling, desperate for release, just wondering when I’ll let you come.”

A whimper caught in my throat, and my body clenched as I searched for the right words because he could. I relished the edge that he pushed me to, the fullness of him inside me, waiting for his command. The thought alone made something wild thrum inside me.

He pulled his hips back before slamming forward, punching the breath from my lungs. “I love it when your body tells me exactly what you need.” His voice turned thick with satisfaction. “That thought made you even wetter.”

“But…”

His lips devoured my feeble protest as he drove into me again.

“I hear and feel everything, wildflower. Every minute detail of how your body reacts to me.” He slid his hand to my shoulder, his thumb pressing into my throat, just enough to remind me he was in control, his gaze primal.

“Right now, I will use that to ruin you.”

He looked down between us, watching as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, dragging against my slick, sensitive walls until only the tip remained.

A shiver ran up my spine from need, my body glossy with sweat.

The slow retreat left me gasping until he drove back into me with a force that skimmed the stinging mark on my ass across the wood.

I dropped a hand behind me to help steady myself, to take his brutal strokes, and put the other on his muscular abs, relishing the feeling of them through his shirt as they flexed, his thrusts deepening, claiming me.

The pain of his cock stretching me from the front met with the delicious heat of his palm print burning on my backside, every movement a perfect torment.