Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,210

riding my cock until she coated me with her warm cream. She’d bring me as close to life and a heartbeat as I could get before I turned her. That was the downside to turning a companion. Once they lost their human side, they would be just as cold as I was.

My fists clenched and I snarled as my fangs descended. I wanted to feed again, but I couldn’t. For one, I’d kill her, and secondly, I only wanted her taste in me. It was a hell of a quandary to be in. I’d kill Dorian for this if he wasn’t already theoretically dead.

Soon enough Jane would feel the bonding fire. She’d either want to die or turn over and submit becoming one of us. The exchanging of blood had a few interesting quirks over the years. Slow acting poison that would leave the body in time, hence the heightened sexual experiences, or death in huge quantities. As supernatural magic waned, so did our abilities to regulate this. We could feed as needed and for pleasure, but to turn a human became more dangerous as generations went on. I didn’t want to lose her and I hate Dorian for putting me in this position, because if I didn’t try to turn her, he’d do it himself and probably kill her in the process.

13

He kisses like he means it.

JANE

“What are you doing?” My body felt like it was on fire. Bash’s right hand circled my wrists over my head and his free hand arched the curve of my back forcing my soft belly against his hard muscles. His cool skin made me shudder and I tried to dislodge him from on top of me. He was immovable. My very own stone gargoyle on the precipice to fucking me hard. I felt his rigid member thick between my legs. The top bobbed over my belly button dribbling his precum over me. His hips swiveled and rubbed his juice into my skin. It was the only place on my body he touched where the itch of desire consumed me and the heat was unbearable.

I’d never been with a man before and this felt otherworldly. I expected mist to roll in and off his cold body that covered me in sin. The dread of being held down was diminished by his kiss. It was the only reassuring thing about this. I had agree to be his, but I didn’t understand what that meant and I didn’t want tonight to end with regret.

“Submit my pretty lamb. I don’t want to hurt you.” He coaxed me.

It was as if he could read my mind.

“Bash, I need something, but…”

“I will give you everything you need and more. Just don’t fight this, promise me.” His jaw was hard in the dim light and he looked anywhere, but at me, as he continued his punishing hold. I nodded my head and then gathered my courage to articulate what he needed to hear.

“Yes. Okay. I’m yours.” I’d tell him anything if it meant him holding me close.

“Mine.” He snarled into the night before laying claim to me. His knee knocked my legs wide and I shifted my hips to take him. I convinced myself that this was okay, and that I would be alright. Bash pushed forward and pressed against my center. I was sore from holding this position and my body so tight in anticipation. It was hard to let the desire happen organically. I wished he would kiss me, I wished he would make me feel good the way he did that first night and I sniffled with worry.

“Ah, my lamb. Don’t cry. Your wish is my command.” His tongue licked my tears away and he did as I wished and kissed me senseless. He kissed me until I felt slick and unsteady undulating against his hard body. I rode his thigh until I soaked his skin and his smile played over my lips.

His hand moved from my back to my hip and his finger bit the joint pulling me into position.

“Bash.” I moaned his name over and over again into his mouth. I licked inside, my tongue grazing his mouth and his sharp canine teeth. I pulled back when I felt the sharp sting followed by a strange euphoria.

“Shhhh.” He hushed me and traced his finger over my lip.

“Did I cut myself?” I asked unsure how that would have happened in the first place.

He snorted a laugh. “I bit you.” He said.

“Bit me?”

“Yes, and now your mine.”