The stars were back in her eyes as she held my gaze with her own. “Take it. Take whatever you want.”
I shook my head and stroked her again, thrusting my fingers like they were my cock, hard and steady, feeling the pleasure spiral her muscles tight. “If I taste you, lick you, then it won’t just be my fingers inside your body, Jocelyn. It will be my fangs. My cock.” I thumbed her clit and she trembled. “Fuck, you’re...divine.”
She was as close to God as I was ever going to get.
“I want,” she groaned, her body arching as I eased up, keeping her on the edge.
“What?” I kissed her throat, teasing the skin with my fangs. “What do you want, Jocelyn?” I rose and kissed her mouth, sliding my tongue in time with my fingers as her thighs locked around my hips.
“I want. You. Inside me.” She clutched my head and kissed me hard. “Please.”
“That’s a line we can’t cross.” Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my cock strongly disagreed with me. Who the fuck cared if we died?
“Then your blood.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “I want to know what you taste like. Even if it’s just this once.”
“You want…”
A slow smile spread across her face. “If it makes you feel better, it’s taboo to witches, too, since our power flows through our blood. We’d both be breaking the rules just a little.”
Fuck yes. The primal predator inside of me pushed his way to the forefront, past any sense of self control. If I couldn’t slide my fangs into her throat and feed, then at least I’d be in her.
Bite. Touch. Taste. Claim.
Past those demands was the ultimate, the one I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried—that I satiate her every need. One time wouldn’t hurt her.
“Can you bite?” I swirled my thumb over her clit and drove my cock into the bed beneath us to keep the bastard quiet.
“You’ll find that witches have very sharp teeth.” She grinned up at me as her hips rocked again, my fingers sinking back into her heat with another stroke, and my chest fucking warmed.
“Take whatever you need from me,” I ordered as my body strained for hers. My fangs pulsed, but ceased their demand to feed because there was only one thing more important than my hunger, and it was hers.
I positioned my throat over her lips, then stopped teasing her with my fingers, building her pleasure to a peak stroke after stroke and not backing down.
Her teeth sank into my neck and my hips bucked.
She groaned and swallowed.
Pleasure hit me wave after wave, in time with the soft pulls at my throat, and when I added the slightest pressure of my thumb at her clit, Jocelyn came, her body rising against mine, arching in pleasure as the orgasm took her. The walls of her tight pussy rippled and clenched as it went on and on, each peak cresting as she fed from me, as my blood coursed through her, sustained her.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She broke the seal against my neck and fell back limp against the bed as the last pulses of her orgasm faded.
“Oh. My. Goddess—” She started, her eyes hazy, but wide on mine.
Then her cell phone rang.
Right. Because cell phones were a thing. Because we weren’t the only people on the planet. Because there was a world right outside this door.
Fuck.
“Forget it,” she said with a dreamy sigh, reaching for me.
“It’s three a.m., it’s important.” Warmth slid down my throat, dampening my shirt.
Right, I was bleeding. I licked the pad of my thumb and ran it over the puncture wounds to start the healing process.
Jocelyn rolled, fumbling for her clutch and grabbing her cell phone. “Mother?”
Mother. I hadn’t just crossed one line, I’d crossed almost every line there was. She wasn’t just any witch, she was the heir to the covens…and I’d just…
I stumbled off the bed, then damn-near ran for the door as Genevieve’s voice came through the receiver. I had to get out of here before I gave in to the demands of my body and took this any further.
“You said what to the Cricketfire boy?” Genevieve screeched.
With one long, last look at Jocelyn, I got the hell out of there.
8
Jocelyn
“He was a liar,” I groaned, the phone pressed to my ear with my still trembling fingers as I watched Benedict practically wend out my door.
I could still feel the warmth pooling between my thighs, could still taste his blood on my tongue, could feel the power in that blood rushing next to my own, caressing and coiling around it.
And he’d ran the second he’d heard my mother’s voice.
Coward.
You know that’s not true.
“I don’t care what your new best friend says!” Mother screeched in that cold way she’d perfected over the centuries. “According to Gemma, he told the truth where it mattered and you know it. Taking a consort isn’t about love or romance and fucking grand gestures. It’s about power and breeding. And you can find your pleasure outside of it if need be.”