she breathed. “Focus on the wonder and rightness and weight of that, Tucker. There isn’t room for anything else.”
“You say all the right things,” he said with an unsteady laugh that quickly turned into a groan beside her ear. And he couldn’t keep himself any longer from pressing the head of his shaft into her damp entrance, both of them sucking in a ragged breath. “Christ, Mary, you’re so wet and tight.”
“Give me more,” she whispered brokenly.
Conditioned to give his mate and love of his life what she wanted, he automatically sank in a few more inches, his hand turning to a fist and bashing the ground above her head with such force that a deep crevice formed in the spot, soil and grass flying in every direction. And the humanity left inside him flickered and faded, giving way to the monstrous possessiveness that rode within him like a permanent passenger. “More what?”
Her thighs flexed around him, her pulse flying. “More of you.”
“My dick.” He pumped deeper. “That’s my dick, honey, and it’s filling you right up, isn’t it?” His hips tilted, bearing down on her clit, his fangs sharpening, hungering. “Tell me you need to be mated. Tell me I’m not the only one who feels like an animal. Tell me you want to be fucked by one out here in this field. Hard.”
As the words were coming out of his mouth, the part of him that remained Tucker, a being clinging to his humanity, begged him to walk it back. To stop being so crude and blatant and raw with this delicate girl who trusted him. But when she reared up with her hips, panting, nails ripping down the length of his back, he saw that she enjoyed it and could do nothing but give her more. No holding back. There was no need. No matter the words exchanged between them as he worked her toward release, she knew him. Knew him better than anything.
“Mate me,” she gasped.
Permission granted, Tucker plunged the fingers of one hand into the earth for purchase, for leverage, and he rode Mary’s willing body. He kept his lips clamped tightly shut, a barrier to remind him of the consequence for drinking her blood. And he focused instead on her impossibly narrow channel, how hot she ran between her thighs. With obsessive interest, he studied the arch of her throat, the bite marks she was leaving on her lower lip. He listened to the sobbing renditions of his name and memorized them, wrote them on his consciousness to remain for as long as he lived.
“Eager little fairy,” he groaned when she clenched around his cock, signs of her climax already beginning to show themselves. The nearing eruption, the kind he craved beyond words, made her breath shallow, her hands pulling and shoving at his shoulders. “You’re almost there, aren’t you? Stroking me from the inside, over and over. Tight. Asking for it…Jesus.”
Her head thrashed side to side. “Not yet.”
“Yes,” he countered through his teeth, the tempo of his hips picking up. “Now.”
Because he couldn’t withstand the perfection of her much longer. His instinct pleaded with him to lift her chin, tilt her head to one side and drink her blood. To allow his release to flood the snug notch between her legs and claim her forever. To mark her, brand her, seal both of their fates forever. Do it. Pierce her skin. He could put an end to the mounting pressure in his loins that got worse every second he spent around his mate.
No. No.
“Mary, I can feel how badly you want to come.” He ducked his head and licked the underside of her jaw, straight up to her ear, breathing into it. “Do it for me. Let it go.”
Again, she shook her head, though the girl was trembling head to toe with the effort to hold back a climax. “There’s no real pleasure without yours.”
He buried his face in her neck and howled his frustration. “Don’t you think I want to bathe your fucking womb in me, Mary? I can’t, goddammit.” His words started running together, slurring under the inundation of lust, for her body, for her blood. “You know I have to drink from you before my body will let me.”
She rubbed her cheek against the side of his head. “My blood is yours.”
Oh fuck, he couldn’t deny himself any longer. The delicious scent of her made his head swim, made his body coil so tight, he feared he’d snap without freeing