Red Moon Secrets (Deadly Beauties 3)

"I love you," I mutter, wondering if that will be enough to break the spell she's under. It doesn't. However, her eyes do stop swirling with green and red and return to silver.

"I love you, night stalker," she says, grinning bigger.

After spending centuries hating the monster I am, I'm surprised to feel excited when she calls me that, loving me despite the evil that lurks deep within. She loves all of me, regardless of the fact she was raised by one of the lightest witches there is.

"Eternity is yours," she mutters, breaking my heart and sending it soaring at the same time.

If she wasn't under the influence of her creature goddess, I would completely unravel at the seams from that promise. But she is, so it hurts to know she'll probably recant that later, if she even remembers it at all.

I step over the dark user who is still out-cold, lying on the floor. She doesn't even offer his limp body a glance, meaning she's solely focused on me in this moment. Damn, that feels good.

The door slams behind us when we make it to my room. Her breath becomes an aphrodisiac, making me hungry for more—which I didn't think was possible. I pull her shirt over her head with one hand, letting her help me quickly toss it aside. Her bra becomes collateral damage when I break it in my clumsy attempt to remove it.

We crash to the bed, becoming a tangled web of limbs and unkempt desire. It's perfect. She's perfect.

I pull back to start jerking her pants free, letting a slight moan fall through my lips when my eyes feast on her glorious body. Definitely perfect—flaws and all. The magical veil she keeps over her scar has dropped, exposing her past torment.

She doesn't have to hide that scar from me. She doesn't have to hide anything. I love her—all of her.

She's beautiful even with it marring her smooth

skin. It makes me want to rewind time and be there when she needed someone. I'd love to be lurking in the shadows when he tried to attack. I'd make him a cautionary tale to anyone who threatened her.

Her hungry lips steal me away from my thoughts, and I smile when I realize I'm bare between her legs. She used her magic to peel me out of my clothes without me even noticing—sneaky vixen.

"Take me. Claim me," she murmurs softly, relinquishing all control, surprising me.

I was expecting to war with her a little about who was dominant. I didn't expect her to offer herself to me so willingly. Maybe I was wrong about the way we need to train her.

My hesitation is scolded by a deep growl in her throat, almost making her sound like a werecat. I look to see the forest green in her eyes and the catlike pupil that has formed. Shit.

"I said take—"

I interrupt her by slamming into her, making my breath catch in my throat as my eyes roll back in my head. Christ. She feels too good. You'd think I'd be used to her body by now, but I think it only feels better every time.

A strangled, excited moan escapes from her perfectly full lips when I start my rough, owning motions. If she wants to be claimed, I'll gladly be the one to claim her.

Her animal instincts are in overdrive, making her act like prey and predator at once—submissive and dominant, alpha and beta. It's exciting and terrifying to see her so strong and vulnerable at the same time.

She grips me tighter, forcing each thrust to go deeper when she angles her hips in a way that damn near forces me to find my release too soon. I devour her lips, trembling when her delicious tongue slips into my mouth and demands my full attention.

She breaks off the kiss and jerks me down to be closer to her, making my thrusts a little more shallow, and offering me the chance to last longer inside her. Thank fuck.

My head rests beside hers, giving me an opportunity to kiss all the way down her neck. She pulls me closer, making it obvious what she craves—my bite.

A grin spreads over my lips as I continue to own her body while leisurely kissing her neck, denying her the erotic pain she desires.

"Please," she almost whimpers, making me groan with so many twisted fantasies running awry.

Her begging me to bleed her—it's every night stalker's dream come true. My blue eyes have never died down, so there's no need to call on them. My fangs, however, slip free, eager to draw her blood. I salivate at the very thought of taking her this way—a way that proves her trust in me on so many levels.

What that does for me? So damn much.

My fangs bear down on her soft, incredibly exquisite flesh, and she moans as her nails dig into my back. When the skin breaks, too many wild sounds escape us both. She pulls me closer, begging me to take more as I suck against the intoxicating wound. She tastes like heaven each and every time. I have to be careful. Her blood is so damn addictive. The blood of a creature goddess has to be so much stronger than a mere witch's.

I thrust in harder as I break free from the bite, lapping up each sweet drop of her blood that trickles down her neck. I hear the wound closing, as I run my tongue over the last bit of her red stream.

A shot of hot pain mixed with ecstasy shocks me, and I look to my shoulder to see her fangs—her fangs—buried deep inside my flesh. What the fuck?! Her eyes burn blue as she drinks me in, making me feel as though I'm being rushed and choked by the strongest aphrodisiac there has ever been.