Marked By The Vampire (Purgatory 2)
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No way. That just wouldn’t happen.
His teeth sank into her neck. Olivia gasped at the white-hot flash of pain, it rocked through her and she was ready to fight him, to yank back because—
Pleasure lashed her. A wild, hot tide that made her whole body tense and yearn. Her h*ps rocked forward against the long, hard ridge of his c**k as his mouth sucked along her neck. He was taking her blood, licking her skin, and she should have been repulsed.
But the pleasure wouldn’t stop. It was electric, consuming, scorching her from the inside out. Incredibly, she felt her sex quaking—clenching—and a release hit her. An orgasm that had her choking back a scream because the pleasure had just ripped right through her.
From his bite?
“I can feel it…” Shane pressed a hot kiss to her neck. “Your pleasure…I can taste it.”
His teeth pierced her once more.
The pleasure built again, coiling inside of her, twisting and stretching and she couldn’t get close enough to him. Her hands grabbed his arms. Her nails sank into his skin. Her legs slid, parted, and she was over him, rubbing her sex against his c**k as a wild hunger, a fierce lust that she’d never felt before, pushed through her.
In that instant, she wanted him. More than life. More than breath. More than anything.
“Shane.” His name was a demand. Her fear was gone. The pleasure was—
Another cl**ax hit her and she raked her nails down his arm.
“In-fucking-credible,” Shane growled the words against her. “Never…before…never…” He yanked at her panties. The fabric tore. She couldn’t suck in a deep breath because the aftershocks of pleasure were hitting her.
He was naked. So hot and powerful, and his c**k pushed right between her thighs.
“Take me,” he told her, the words a fierce order in the dark. “I want in. I want all of you.”
And the pleasure wasn’t stopping. She was out of control, all reason lost, and she was the one to push that big c**k into her body, to arch her h*ps down against him and take him inside her.
Then Olivia was truly lost.
Her sex closed greedily around him, even as he stretched her with his length, pushing her to the edge of pain and pleasure. Her body still quivered from her release and her sex seemed hyper sensitive to him.
Her knees pushed into the hard surface beneath them as she tried to balance herself. She wanted the pleasure again, wanted that hot, wild burst—
Shane heaved up, and his c**k slammed deep into her. Olivia gasped out his name. His fingers clamped around her hips, and he started lifting her, up and down, fast and fiercely, again and again.
He was out of control, driving fast, and she loved it. Her head tipped back and she moaned as her body took in that frantic rhythm.
His hand slid around her hip. His thumb pushed against her clit.
“You came…from my bite…”
Her eyes flew open. She wanted to see him. Couldn’t in the dark.
“Come again for me. Always, for me.”
She wanted the release to hit. Her body yearned for that pleasure, addicted now, and she was fighting for the cl**ax because it had been so good. Better than anything before—
His thumb pushed against her once more.
“Bite me,” Olivia heard herself whisper. And she was the one to bend back toward him. To put her throat to his mouth.
There was a part of her that was horrified by what she was doing. Offering herself to him. Fucking him so wildly. But that part was small…and quiet.
The lust was dominating. She had no control then.
He bit her.
She erupted. The pleasure was even better this time because his c**k was in her and her sex contracted around him. The orgasm was so strong that she couldn’t even scream, couldn’t do anything but shudder in that maelstrom of passion.
Then she felt him inside of her, a long, hot tide of release that just sent after-shocks bursting through her.
He pressed a kiss to her neck. Licked her skin.
She collapsed on him. Her heartbeat was drumming, a thunder that blocked out everything else. Her sex was still contracting around him, and the pleasure had her gasping because it just wouldn’t stop.
Nothing had ever been like that before.
Olivia knew she should have been terrified of the way she was acting. It was too out of control. Too wild. What I always feared.
But with the pleasure around her, with her vampire in her, there was no room for fear.
That would come later. When reason returned.
***
“The vampire took Dr. Maddox.” Case Killian marched in front of the guards he’d assembled. “They are somewhere on this island, and we will find them.”
“Sir…”
He whirled to face the guard and saw one of the newer recruits, a blond with golden eyes, staring at him with worry etched on his face. “What?”
“How do you know Dr. Maddox is even still alive?”
“We don’t know that.” She’d already been gone for over two hours. Anything could happen in that amount of time. “But until we have her body, we assume that she’s still breathing.”
“Will he turn her?” Another question from another guard.
“I don’t know what the f**k he’ll do.” His breath heaved out. “I just know we have to find them.” And he knew exactly how to do that. The vampire had fled with the woman, but they hadn’t just vanished. They would have left a trail behind. A scent.
There were no tracking dogs on the island, but he had something far better than just a dog.
He had werewolves.
The alphas are the best at tracking.
He knew one alpha in particular that would love to get his hands on Shane. “Bring me David Vincent. Now.” Because it was time to end this hunt.
No one escapes from Purgatory. Not on my watch.
Chapter Five
The best orgasm of Shane’s very long life left him nearly gutted on that cave floor. His hands were locked around Olivia, and he was holding her as tightly as he could.
Because I don’t want her to get away.
The woman had come from his bite. His f**king bite. Not just once. Twice.
Then she’d come a third time when he’d been sunk balls deep inside of her.
Sure, humans had been known to find pleasure in the bite. It could be an aphrodisiac for many, but he’d never had a woman react like Olivia had.
Her sex was still squeezing him.
And he was getting harder for her.
He should probably try to play the gentleman and pull out of her now. The heat of the moment had passed.
Had it?
He rocked his h*ps against her.