of the stairs. A shadowed corner. Allowing himself deep, greedy kisses from her soft mouth, Tucker propped a hand on the cinderblock wall, the other supporting her backside and pumped into the excessively tight warmth between Mary’s legs, bouncing her with quick upward drives. Bringing her up and slapping her down, their tongues twined together, her nipples cutting a delicious path through his chest hair with each of the frantic movements.
“Goddammit, you sweet little fairy. My fairy. Did you enjoy teasing me with that lap dance? Did you feel how thick it was getting and wet right up?” He peeled back his lips, and even though she couldn’t see his fangs, she must have sensed they were now filling his mouth, because her pussy constricted around him, a whimper of eagerness filling the darkness. “Knowing how bad you want it pumping inside you makes me so fucking hot.”
“I need it. I needed it before I even knew how good it could feel.” Her thighs writhed on his hip bones, flesh on bare flesh, rough against smooth. “Bite my neck,” she ordered in a grinding sob, teeth clenched. “Take my neck.”
Tucker could no more deny her request than he could turn himself back into a human.
Now that he’d sampled her unbelievable flavor, he couldn’t survive without it.
“I’ll never drink from anyone else,” he rasped, kissing her hard, pulling back just enough to keep their lips meshed. The truth burned in his throat. Having a secret standing between him and his mate was unacceptable, made him feel volatile and raw. Enough that he almost told her that he would literally die without her to nourish him. But he managed to stop just short of a full confession, taking the frustration it caused out on her body. “You are the first and last. The only one I’ll ever want or need or lust for. You’re mine, Mary. No matter what, you are mine.”
“Yes.”
He flattened Mary against the wall of the basement, buried himself balls deep and slid his teeth into the most succulent part of her neck, her moan of satisfaction and the rippling jolt between her thighs almost pushing him over the edge. His mouth flooded with a flavor so beloved, warm moisture pressed in behind his eyes. He closed them and drank deeply, slapping her ass off the wall with every grunting spike of his hips, until she grabbed a fistful of his hair and started to tremble, dampness spreading like wildfire where their bodies met.
Tucker followed her in an uproar of lust, the pyre climbing so high, he thought it must be real. That everything was up in flames around them. His loins squeezed so roughly that he was forced to retract his fangs and grit his teeth through the perfect agony, pumping, pumping, Mary’s hand clapped over her own mouth to keep herself quiet, though her body wasn’t. It clamored around him in a second climax, brought on by the prolonged length of his own.
Minutes, maybe eternities passed before Tucker dragged her off the wall into a bear hug, determined to include every inch of her skin in his embrace, his mouth leaving kisses on her hairline, cheeks and temple. “Mary,” he choked out. “Mary.”
She looked up at him with so much emotion on her beautiful face, the punch of it forced him to lean back against the wall. “I’m staying with you,” she whispered. “You’re keeping me and I’m keeping you, okay? I came down here to tell you that. I’d decided.”
Tucker made a ragged sound, positive the heart she’d only just resuscitated was already going to meet its doom thanks to the way it filled and filled, to the bursting point. Could he let her do this? Could he ask it of her? To give up so much?
No. No way. He would worry she regretted it every day for the rest of his life.
Her lips trembled. “If you try and talk me out of my decision, you will rip my heart out, Tucker. Do you understand me?”
The blood is his veins dropped several degrees. Rip her heart out?
Unfathomable. He’d tear the one from his chest without question if it would benefit Mary in any way, but her heart? Precious beyond even his own understanding.
“Yes,” he pushed past stiff lips.
Relief visibly coursed through Mary, her body turning limp in his arms. With a cry of happiness, she threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. “Let’s go drive your Impala.”