I don’t want to wait.
Don’t want to fucking wait.
Need him inside me.That seduction my father ordered?The information I’m supposed to glean?It all has to wait.Right now I need to be fucked.Good and thoroughly fucked, and Victor Rogan is just the man to do it.
He grabs my hand and ushers me through the suite to his bedroom.
“Get on the bed,” he growls.
I don’t even consider disobeying.I crawl onto the black comforter, my fair skin and red fingernails and toenails a stark contrast to the darkness.
“Spread your legs, princess.”
Again, I comply.
He closes his eyes and inhales.“You’re wet.God, you smell sweeter than any wolf female I’ve ever met.It’s fucking insane.”
“Not insane.You smell better than any vampire or human.”
“Still insane.It’s not supposed to be like this.Not supposed to… Fuck it.”He climbs on the bed, hovers over me, and thrusts his cock into me.
We groan in unison.
Completion.Completion I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck,” he says.“Fuck, you’re so tight.So perfect.”
He stays embedded inside me for a moment, until I begin squirming.
“Anxious?”he says.
“I need you,” I grit out.“Fuck me.Please.”
He pulls out and plunges back in.With each thrust, I burn hotter, faster, and within minutes I’m at the precipice of an orgasm.
My fangs itch, and the flesh of his shoulder beckons.I don’t need blood, but I need to bite him.Sink into him as he’s sinking into me.
“Fuck, princess.Fuck!”He grinds into me, hitting my clit in the perfect way, and as I rise to orgasm, I bite into his muscle.
His pheromones—all male, all wolf—infuse me as he empties into me, releasing.
The trace of blood trickles along my tongue and down my throat as I pulse around his cock, our climaxes in perfect harmony.
We lie together, our bodies joined, for a few timeless moments, until he pulls out and rolls to his side with a low groan.
“Damn, princess.”
My breath comes in rapid puffs.“Damn,” I echo.
Silence shrouds us then—silence that doesn’t seem odd at all.Almost as if we know each other, have been together forever and are completely comfortable in the afterglow.
Within a few more minutes, I lose consciousness.
“WAKE UP, PRINCESS.”
I stir, lost in the haze of slumber.
“Wake up,” the low voice says again.