Thana’s body lost some of its tension, allowing my rod to sink in a little farther. When I felt the thin barrier of her innocence, I wanted to roar and beat my chest like a fucking caveman. I knew Thana would come to me untouched, but it was still a fucking intense satisfaction to feel the proof.
“Take a deep breath, baby,” I whispered in her ear before moving my mouth to the opposite side of her neck. Her chest rose as she inhaled, pressing her ripe breasts against me. “Good girl, now let it out nice and slow.” As she exhaled, I simultaneously struck with my fangs as my hips punched forward, submerging my cock in her depths until my balls slapped against her bottom.
Thana didn’t have time to see it coming or even really notice the pain because the bite of a consort during sex was one of the most erotic experiences we could have. It tossed her over the edge so fast her whole body bowed as she screamed in ecstasy.
My control was gone. I drank the sweetest ambrosia from her neck while I pounded in and out of her like a fucking madman. Eventually, I pulled back and closed her wound with a lick of my tongue. Then I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the headboard for better leverage as I slammed into her pussy, making the mattress squeak in protest with every thrust.
“Yes, Kieran. Oh, yes!” Before she’d come down from the first orgasm, she was tossed over once again.
I felt a tingling in my lower back, and my balls swelled even more, ready to shoot my load through my cock and fill her womb.
“Fuck, Thana,” I groaned. “Oh, yeah, baby. Feel how you were made to take my cock? Oh, fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby, squeeze that tight pussy and make me come. Oh, yeah. Good girl. Fuck! Oh, fuck, Thana! Yes! Fuuuuuuck!”
I roared as my climax tore through me with the force of a tornado. Sending me into a spiral before tossing me out into the turbulent thunderstorm. My hands clenched the headboard, and I vaguely registered the crack of the wood as I buried myself deep one last time, and my cock erupted. Releasing the mangled furniture, I dropped down and, once again, sank my fangs into Thana’s beautiful neck, tasting the extra sweetness from her orgasm.
I filled her virgin womb with my come while I filled my body with her blood.7ThanaWhen I woke the next morning, I reached out and grumbled when I discovered I was alone. I wasn’t sure what time it was since the curtains were drawn and only the slightest bit of sunlight peeked through the edges, but Kieran’s side of the bed was already cold. Rolling over, I blinked my eyes open and stared at the canopy overhead with a small smile. I had experienced such highs and lows over the past day, and I was amazed by how much my life had changed. A whole new world had opened up for me—complete with my very own anti-hero who’d taken my virginity.
Pushing up on my elbow, I let out a little sigh at the aches I had from our sexual exploits throughout the night. I didn’t mind the hint of pain because the mind-blowing pleasure Kieran had given me was more than worth the small sacrifice. My smile widened as I remembered what it had felt like to have my sexy vampire thrusting deep inside me while sinking his fangs into my neck. I could hardly wait to repeat the experience, but I needed to figure out where he was in order to make that happen.
Sitting up, I brought the sheets to my chest while I scanned the room for something to wear. Kieran must have thought about what I’d need when I woke up because there was a button-up white shirt and a pair of men’s pajama bottoms laid out on the end of the bed. I rolled off the mattress and grabbed them before padding into the bathroom, where I found a new toothbrush waiting for me.
I was pulling on the pajama pants after getting cleaned up when my system was flooded by a rush of anger. It took me a moment to realize the emotion wasn’t coming from me—I was experiencing what Kieran was feeling. We’d been too distracted by the sensual pleasures we’d shared for me to learn more about how the bond between a fated consort and daywalker worked, but the connection between us this morning was impossible to miss. Rushing out of the bathroom, I yelled, “Kieran, where are you?”
“Down here,” he called from downstairs.
I ran through the bedroom and out into the hall. “What’s wrong?”
When I reached the top of the stairs, I heard my aunt’s voice and no longer needed an answer—she was the cause of his anger. The foyer was quickly becoming my least favorite room in Kieran’s house. It seemed as though every time I walked through it, there was a confrontation of some kind. At least this time, nobody was going to burst into flames and disappear into a pile of ashes...although Kieran just might end up killing Aunt Judy if she acted like her normal self.