Bite Marks (The Lycans 5)

I was soaring higher as he growled against my inner leg, his teeth opening my fragile flesh like tissue tearing. It burned and hurt so good.

He groaned again just as I snapped my eyes open, parted my lips on a silent moan. “Now be a good girl and come for me.” And then I felt him sink those fangs deep into my thigh.

I splintered in two, combusting as I came so hard my body locked up tight, my pussy clenching painfully. The wash of endorphins caused reality to fade away as I floated to another plane of existence.

Bursts of white and black popped out in front of my vision.

I could hear a high-pitched sound, realizing it was me crying out, screaming as my orgasm peaked and soared.

He was growling like a beast, like if he didn’t swallow every last drop of my orgasm, he’d die. “So fucking sweet. So fucking mine.”

And then I felt him bite me again, the pain and pleasure making me come once more, my breasts thrusting out, my nipples stabbing against my cotton top. I was dizzy and moaning, not even caring if in that moment I sounded like a wounded animal caught in a snare.

Because that's what Adryan was to me, I realized. My trap, my own personal bear trap.

I found the strength to look at him. The sounds coming from him weren’t human and just solidified the fact that what he’d said—being a vampire—made more and more sense, even if it shouldn’t make any.

He watched me as he had his mouth latched to my thigh, drawing from me… drinking my blood. Oh God. He was drinking my blood, taking long, hard pulls from me. And then he got a hooded expression, making a muffled growl that vibrated against my flesh.

I felt something hot and thick, wet and purely male splash across my lower legs. I gasped, knowing what it was, knowing he came. And the entire time, he watched me.

Both of his hands were on me still, one around my throat, not as tight anymore so I could breathe freely, the other gripping my hip and keeping me in place as he’d eaten me out and made me come twice.

He orgasmed without even touching himself.

That was incredibly hot.

My legs shook, my back sore and raw from scraping against the tree, my knees buckling.

He broke the seal he had on my flesh, and I watched as a trail of crimson started to slide down my pale skin. He leaned in and lapped it up, ascending until he got to the twin puncture marks. He gave the wound a gentle kiss on his mark, that soft touch going against the very grain of the arrogant, violent, and dangerous man he came off as.

He set my leg on the ground and slowly stood, and I felt my eyes widen as I saw his cock pulled out from the fly of his slacks. I didn’t know when he’d done it, too lost in my own pleasure to examine anything past my own need.

God, he was only semihard, but he was huge, so thick and long I didn’t know how that appendage could even fit comfortably in a female.

And my pussy got wet all over again.

His nostrils flared, and I felt my face heat in embarrassment. Without taking his gaze from me, he gripped his cock, squeezing himself from root to tip, pushing a bead of cum out the slit before it dropped to the forest ground. And then he tucked his dick back into his pants, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You see what you do to me, kitty? You did so well, getting me off.”

My knees locked, everything rushing back. I was going down. But before my body fell to the ground, the world spun, and I became weightless as my body was lifted easily into Adryan’s arms.

I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck, resting my head on his chest. He tightened his hold on me, his chest rising and falling as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.

“I don’t need you,” I murmured, still trying to fight whatever this was between us, even if I knew deep down it was pointless.

He laughed softly, deeply. “Don’t forget what I am, princess. I can smell a lie. I can smell your pussy getting wet all over again.”

My eyes grew heavy, the crash of everything that had happened catching up with me, so it felt like I hadn't slept at all.

And as I tried to fight sleep, I realized… I felt safe in his arms.

And that scared the shit out of me more than the fact that a vampire was carrying me back to his lair. Or that he wouldn’t let me go.

17

Kayla

I smelled the light tinge of smoke, the kind that tingled the nose at a campsite, of flames slowly eating away at wood and bringing this crisp, woodsy scent to the air.