Crimson Covenant (Onyx Assassins 1)

I peeled back my lips, everything inside me screaming mine, mine, mine.

I stopped an inch above his neck. “Will I hurt you?”

Alek smirked, a confident male gaze as he cocked a brow at me.

I narrowed my eyes and sank my fangs into his flesh.

They slid in like knives through warm butter, and his flavor gushed over my tongue in a rush of pure bliss. Warm and rich laced with love and lust and power. I drank and drank, moaning as I devoured his very essence.

“Fuck,” Alek hissed, sliding those hands along my hips and lower, skimming the inside of my thighs.

I drew my mouth back, lapping at the two tiny puncture wounds I’d left in his skin as he had done to me so many times. The holes sealed immediately, and my head swarmed with the power flowing through my body. Tons of it, eons of it. The ultimate drug, the ultimate high. I licked my lips, moaning at his flavor.

“Alek,” I said and tackled him to the floor. I ripped off his shirt in a blink. His pants were next.

Alek laughed, the sound like music to my ears as I shed him and me of the barriers between us. Now that my throat wasn’t on fire, every other piece of me was.

And I burned for him.

I pinned him to the floor, shocked at the power in my muscles, in my body as I glided over him. My slit slick and aching as I rocked over his hard cock.

He hissed, clenching my thighs as I moved on him. Teasing, torturing us both. Relishing the new sensations rippling through my body. Sex had always been phenomenal with him, but this? The mere brushing of my skin against his had tremors of pleasure tickling up my spine.

More.

More.

More.

I shifted, drawing his hard length inside of me in one easy move.

He growled, and I sank atop him again and again.

Each time I sank a bit harder, needing more. He met me with powerful thrusts of his own, his fingers biting into the flesh of my hips with the most delicious tease of pain.

“Alek, God,” I moaned, rocking against him. I yanked on his neck, drawing him up to be with me face to face, chest to chest.

“My queen,” he growled, claiming my mouth. “I thought I’d lost you,” he said between kisses, between thrusts.

“Never,” I said, breathless as I rocked against him. “You’re mine,” I said, the primal claim ricocheting down our bond.

A rumbling growl vibrated from his chest, and in one motion he stood without breaking our connection. In a blink, I was against the wall, smashing into it so hard the stone cracked. A burst of pleasure barreled down my spine from the sensation, and I fluttered around his hard cock, coming in waves like I’d never felt before.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pumping into me faster and harder than he ever had before.

I gasped, drunk with pleasure, with power, and pushed back.

The speed of my new body was unbelievable. One second, I was against the wall, and the next? I’d moved him to the bed, sprawling atop him once more.

His eyes lit with a churning fire, pride and desire and love shining through as I gripped his wrists and shoved them above his head. I rolled my hips, using the momentum from his pinned position to sink atop him over and over until he tensed and growled beneath me.

Until I felt his release soar down our bond which clenched and sighed and purred as we came together.

I collapsed atop him, inhaling the way his desire drenched the scent of his blood.

Instantly, I was hungry.

“You need more,” he said, shifting to pin me to the bed. “Take it. Take what you need, my queen, my mate.” He settled between my thighs, and my body quivered from the delicious weight of him atop me. He lowered his head, teasing his neck over my lips.

My fangs descended again, this time not as jarring, and I gently, lovingly bit into his flesh.

He moaned as I drank, and I writhed beneath him, taking him inside me once again as I lost myself to the pleasure of his blood and his body.

15

Alek

I lifted my head and released the man from both my grip and the compulsion that eased the pain of the feeding. The man walked off, exiting the alley with a shake of his head.

I’d always chosen my sources with care, but now that I had Lyric to feed, I’d gravitated toward a bigger man who could afford the blood loss. Scenting those sources prior to the feed was now at the top of my priorities, too. There was no chance I was taking blood that had been laced with any kind of drug or alcohol back to Lyric.

Across the alleyway, Lachlan released a female, who looked up at him with post-orgasmic bliss. “Off you go, lass,” he said with a wink, and off she went to join her date. “You’re right, we should go out to eat more often.” He grinned, which eased some of the guilt I felt about yanking him off his sickbed. It had only been two days since he’d been shot…since I’d almost lost my mate, but he’d recovered as though nothing had happened, as though he hadn’t been unconscious for the better part of twelve hours.