Gentle Scars (To Be Claimed 2) - Page 12

She seems to be taking her time towel drying her hair before she reaches in a small floral bag on the counter and pulls out lotion. When my silver eyes catch her dark gaze in the mirror, I cock a brow. “I’ll be there when I’m finished.” I nod my head, not trusting that my mouth won’t demand she come with me if I open it. Fuck, I’m tired of waiting. Tired of being teased. I lie on top of the covers with my hands behind my head, looking at the bathroom. I left the door open and I keep getting hints of her honey scent mingling with the sweet, floral fragrance of jasmine.

She saunters to the bed completely naked and it makes my dick snap to attention. She smirks at the sight of my bobbing erection before climbing into bed, pulling up the covers and crawling underneath. “Get under here. I want you to hold me.” I move as quickly as I can to get my hands on her lush body. My arms reach around her waist and pull her small, delicate frame to my hard chest. I rock my dick into her ass, and even that feels like heaven.

“Stop it. I don’t want you to do that.” Her softly spoken words shock me, but I immediately stop. My brow furrows as she nuzzles her head into my chest, drapes her leg across mine and settles her forearm across my abs. She’s getting into position to sleep. “Good night, pup.” What the fuck? My lips part to protest but that damn finger comes up to silence me yet again. “Uh-uh. No complaining. You kept me from my release to tease me … for your own pleasure. Bad boys don’t get to come.” She settles back into my chest as I contemplate her words.

A tic in my jaw spasms, but then a thought comes to mind. “Are you challenging me?”

Her gentle snicker tickles my chest hair, then she says, “No, not in the least. I know if you wanted to, you could take from me. I don’t want that.” I didn’t think she was, but I had to make sure. Tapping my fingers on her arm, I try to figure out what the hell I should do. A fucking lightbulb goes off in my head.

“Do you want me to beg?” Of course she does. I wanted her to beg, so this is my punishment. “I’ll beg on my knees. I’ll plead with you. Whatever you want.” I whisper my words into her hair, meaning every word. Shit, just the thought of me begging her to suck me off has precum flowing down my shaft.

She snickers again and I know her answer before she says it. “No, I don’t want you to beg.”

“I don’t like this.” I know I sound like a petulant child, but really, what the fuck?

“That’s the point of a punishment.” She lifts her head to give me a kiss on the cheek before settling back down beside me. A moment of silence passes. I stare up at the ceiling with a raging erection that won’t die, next to my sated mate, who doesn’t seem to have any intention of returning the favor. Motherfucker. I close my eyes and try to sleep, but there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen.

“Vince, I’m thirsty.” Her sleepy words register slowly.

“You need to drink? Do you have any blood here?” Vampires don’t drink directly from beings anymore. At least they aren’t supposed to; it was bad for relations. Her head shakes gently, ruffling her hair before she nips at my neck. Her little bite shoots a wave of heated desire down my body.

“Will it hurt?” If I’d known my mate was going to be a vampire, I would have given more of a shit about their species.

“Only a little,” she says and hesitates before adding, “at first.” I nod once and arch my neck, offering it to her without thinking twice. She straddles my body and her naked, hot core presses down on my tortured erection, making my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck yes!

“Drink it all, baby.” The lustful words slip past my lips as she licks my neck, telling me where she’s going to bite.

“Stay still.” She breathes into my neck. “Just feel it.” I barely register her words before her sharp fangs pierce my flesh. It stings and I have to fist the sheets to keep my hands from instinctively going to my neck. And then she sucks. Holy fuck. I can feel the pull of my blood through my veins. The intense rush is accompanied with a heated pulse of pleasure hovering over every inch of me. I groan and tighten my grip on the sheets. She rocks gently on top of me while sucking harder and I almost come from the heightened sensation. My legs stiffen with the need to release.

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