I want him.I want more.I want more blood—that lupine elixir that sates my hunger like nothing else.
I’m full.I fed recently, but still his blood calls to me, the song of the river as it flows through his veins, making its way to my ears, to my soul.
My cuspids snap downward, and this time I feel no pain.Only hunger.Pure lust and hunger.
I crane my head, slide my lips over his neck, dislodging him from mine, and sink my teeth into his delicious flesh.
I feed.
I feed.
The red nectar slides over my teeth, my tongue, and down my throat.Sweet and dark, spicy and exotic.
He pulls me into his arms without displacing my teeth, and he pushes his hard cock into my wet pussy.
I feed from him, take from him as he fucks me, holding me and taking complete control.
This is his need.
His need and mine.
And I realize…
As much as I need his blood?
He needs me to take it.
It’s as physical for him as it is for me.
Within a few seconds, I’m on the brink of orgasm, and when I shatter, his blood still gliding down my throat, I know.
I know this is real.
My hell-dwelling stepfather made me doubt Rogan’s and my bond for an instant, but he was only planting a seed for his own benefit.
This is real.
This is real.
This is—
“Fuck, princess!”
Rogan empties into me as I float toward another orgasm.
I move my lips away from his neck, lick the wound closed, lean my head back, and revel in the bliss that overtakes every part of me.
We’re joined, and as he pulses into me—
The phone.
The fucking phone in his penthouse.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
“Ignore it.”
“Can’t.We’re at war, princess.I fucking can’t.”