I came again and he groaned, the sound delicious to my ears. His shaft throbbed inside me, pulsing with his own desire. When the first spurts of his seed seared into me, I came for one last and final time.
That orgasm fractured me. I felt the ground quake beneath me, and a clap of thunder echoed around us. The wind whipped up around me and I was reminded of that single moment where I’d crushed the amulet with my fingers.
Only this time, it was different. The magic around me wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t temporary. This felt permanent and deep. This felt like forever.
“Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?” he murmured.
“You, sir,” I moaned.
“Who do you belong to, little vampire?” he pressed, fucking me even as his seed continued to mark my channel.
“You, sir,” I cried.
My orgasm didn’t end. I broke and I broke hard all over his cock.
My pleasure amplified and grew even stronger, sizzling beneath my skin and demanding to be set free. When I opened my eyes, my flesh was crackling with power, tiny lightning bolts of electricity all around me. My birthmark flared hot with pain, searing into my shoulder with a brutal intensity that left me utterly breathless from the agony of it. It warred with the ecstasy consuming my core and left me so out of control that I no longer knew up from down.
I lifted my hand and stared at my fingers, watching the whirlwind of power break free all around me, even as my pleasure coursed through me at the same time.
My core twisted hard. My mark blazed with fire.
The world around me exploded, devoured by pleasure and consumed with power. White-hot bliss crackled with magic so strong that the earth felt like it was breaking beneath us. The bones inside my body felt like they shattered into dust and rebuilt themselves stronger than before. My very foundations shook and crumbled into pieces, crushing the person that I once was and forming a new one.
I had changed on a fundamental level. Forever.
Chapter Seven
“The sire bond has been completed, sweet girl. Now, you’re mine forever,” Cain whispered, his voice deep and gruff. He was pleased with himself.
So was I.
In giving me his cock, he’d made me into someone completely different, his equal. He’d made me just as powerful as he was. I hid my face in his shoulder, grinning with my victory.
He may think he had won, but I was really the victor. He’d given me my power.
“Now you’ve been sealed to me,” he murmured. “The mark of Cain is complete.”
Slowly, he lifted me off his cock and lowered me to the ground. I stood on shaky legs, feeling my own arousal and his warm seed slide down my thighs, shameful marks that reminded me of what happened in that alley with him.
My magic surged powerfully inside me, like a caged beast that wanted to break free. It was all consuming and thoroughly intoxicating. I could feel myself quickly growing drunk on its intense strength. It also brought forth a certain boldness that demanded I answer.
He gripped my chin harshly and stared down at me possessively.
I smacked his hand away and the moment I touched him, a burning pain flared across my back. It felt like I had been lashed with a whip, but I knew it was my birthmark. With a cry, I pressed my hand to my shoulder and the agony flared hot for another second before it began to fade.
“Forever mine,” he mused.
I tried to jackknife my body out of his grasp and swung my arm around in a tight right hook to his chin. My fist never connected with his face though. Instead, my hand stopped about an inch away from his face and he started to chuckle.
“Naughty girl, you don’t know what this mark means for you, do you?” he asked carefully, keeping his tone smooth, which made him seem even more dangerous than ever.
I simply snarled back at him.
“The mark of Cain is foretold to serve as a form of divine protection for me. It binds you to me and magically prevents you from hurting me but doesn’t stop me from hurting you. You, my little vampire, are what’s going to make me invincible,” he explained firmly.
“I’d never fight by your side,” I growled.
“You will. It’s only a m