Bitten Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 3)

Only a pinch of pain at the base of my neck exists for a fleeting second before desire fills me. His body continues moving in and out of mine as he drinks, groaning as he takes what he wants in almost every way.

In that moment, I’d give him anything he asked for, so I’m grateful I’m gagged. Forever, always, eternally his… I’d give it to him without question right now.

My body heats all over, and one of his hands curls around my throat as he continues to wreck me, own me… ruin me.

His other hand cups my ass, using it as leverage to keep me where he wants me.

I’ll never be the same. Sex will never be the same.

He’s consuming and addicting, and I want more of him. Need it.

My head is a hazy mess of desire and desperation, and I struggle to break free so I can cling to him. But then that painfully perfect sensation starts building in my core, turning into a knot before bursting into a euphoric high that has me tightening my legs on his waist and holding on as his hips continue to piston between mine.

“Fuck,” he growls, slamming into me once again before stilling at the deepest point.

He drops to my body, and I tremble against him, still reeling from the explosively incredible intimacy. His warm breath coats my skin, and I wiggle against him, wanting free so I can touch him again.

“Just give me a second,” he says through a panted breath. “I’m still catching my control. I almost lost it.”

That has me going utterly still. The venom is fortunately short lived and not long-lasting. It seems to fade with each… um… orgasm. Now that I’m not under his thrall, I’m back to wanting to stay as close to human as possible.

His hands gingerly roam over my body as he takes his time to regroup.

“It’d be nice to just keep you like this for a few days,” he says against my chest as he kisses my collarbone, dragging his lips up my neck again.

Just that image has me clutching him tighter with my legs. But then the damn door swings open, and I scream—a muffled, gagged scream.

Chapter 17

ZEE

“Hashtag, kinky,” Dice says with a smirk as he props up.

I keep Leah covered with my body, while glaring over my shoulder at the incubus with a death wish.

“The fuck, Dice?”

He tosses a phone to the bed, and I glance down at the screen beside me.

“Thad sent me over with this, since he was worried you’d kill him or repay this favor.”

Rolling my eyes, I read the message.

KANE: Morgana is making a move. I can’t leave Alyssa. Take Zee and a few others with you. Make sure no one stands alone. They’re at the south border of Pine Shore setting up traps. I just got an anonymous tip.

“What if it’s a bullshit tip?” I ask, still keeping Leah’s naked and trussed up body hidden from his view.

“Then it’s a bullshit tip we’ll have checked out. Come on, fang boy. I waited until the finale. You’re welcome.”

He shuts the door, and I curse while pulling out of the soft, wet, fucking perfect heaven.

Leah winces like she already misses the contact, and I debate telling my friends to fuck off. But I know I can’t.

I pick up the phone and dial Kane, hoping to get more details as I retrieve my clothes and put them back on. My eyes land on Leah, who is still gagged and tied up, and my dick stirs in my pants as I watch her struggle with the silk scarves.

When her eyes find mine, she narrows them threateningly on me, but I just smirk.

Kane answers, and I walk back over to the bed, slowly letting my hand find her smooth skin.