When his hands moved up her sweater his claws were gone, but that didn't make him any less dangerous. He jerked the fabric up over her head, but instead of removing it, he twisted the fabric around her wrists. Another jerk of his claw and her favorite bra opened to expose her breasts.
Instead of removing her boots and tights he simply ripped an opening at her crotch.
"I can smell you, my Beth. I can smell your juices and I know that if I were to run my tongue down your slit you would have a feast waiting for me." His voice was low and gravely.
She was about to answer when he did exactly what he said he would do. Using his strength, he lifted the lower half of her body up and slid his tongue as deep as he could inside of her.
"Gods! Gavriel, more, please do that again," she begged. His tongue inside of her swollen flesh was a few degrees cooler than her own body temperature, the difference creating an erotic contrast that had her senses spinning out of control.
One hand left her back and a second later he had two fingers inside of her, thrusting and curling. She threw her head back panting, she couldn't seem to catch her breath. When he turned his face and buried his fangs into her inner thigh she was brought up short by a burst of pain. When he drank he twisted his fingers and the pleasure returned.
He lifted from her leg and stared down the length of her body.
"You belong to me. Every inch of you. Inside and out." He plunged his fingers deep.
"Gavriel," she moaned. Her throat was getting dry from trying to catch her breath.
"That's right my love, scream my name. Let the entire world know that you are mine. If the ferals come I will destroy every single one; even Death itself will not separate us. I will cover this world in flame and blood before I let you go." He let her lower body fall to the bed where it bounced once. He flipped her and with his hands around her waist pulled her against his body. She could feel the cold metal of his zipper along her opening as his cock pressed against the fabric from the inside.
With a firm hand he pushed down on the center of her back until her breasts were lowered into the mattress.
"Keep your hands above your head," he ordered, his voice barely human.
Behind her she heard the sounds of cloth ripping before she felt the hot, hard length of his cock teasing her from behind.
Without warning he plunged his full length inside of her. She opened her mouth to cry out her pleasure but her face was being forced into the bed. Over and over again he pounded his flesh deep into her. This was not gentle loving he was branding her.
When he leaned over her body, his hard chest muscles pushed her further into the mattress, she turned her head to tell him to slow down, but that was when he struck. His fangs sunk deeper than they had before, the pain was nearly unbearable. She was on the verge of calling out for help when the pain morphed into pleasure. Unlike before, the pain didn't disappear entirely it returned again and again keeping her body just on the edge of orgasm.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the pleasure increased. Each time he swallowed and she felt his lips convulse on her neck, her body would contract the muscles around his cock so that it felt as if he were driving that engorged head over every erogenous zone in her body.
Her sight became blurred so she closed her eyes; still he drank.
The sound of his flesh slapping against hers faded;-still he drank.
Her body short circuited throwing her into the most intense orgasm of her life; still he drank.
I wonder if I will wake up after this.
Mindlessly her body swayed in sync with his thrusts; still he drank.
It was worth every second.
And then there was nothing.
*****
When she woke she thought she was blind, but quickly figured out that the sun had set and the only source of light in the room was from the tiny light on the hair dryer plug in the bathroom.
"Gavriel?" she called out. She had to swallow several times to get enough moisture down her throat. There was no response. She reached out and fumbled with the light on the nightstand that simulated the soft, low light of a flickering candle.
She blinked. The sheets were different. He had changed them, but why? She went to sit up and the room swam in banners of color. Slowly she made it to a seated position. Her neck and inner thigh were sore. She looked down and saw a spreading bruise on her leg. She reached up and unlike every other time her mate had bitten her, she felt the two holes left behind by his fangs.
"Gavriel?" she looked around the room. The old bedding was in a pile by the door, even from where she sat she could see the bloodstains. Concerned for her mate, she scooted forward and let her feet drop to the floor.
"Stay there," his voice commanded. She looked around and saw him sitting on the floor under the window. He was naked and his skin was covered in a rusty, flakey layer. Without asking she knew it was her blood. His legs were pulled up so that his elbows rested on his kneecaps. His arms were crossed and his face hidden from sight buried in his forearms.
"I'm coming to you." She stepped forward and he didn't raise his head. Slowly she made her way over to him. With little grace she flopped down beside him. She took a moment to catch her breath.
"I'm calling your fathers. I'm sending you home," he whispered. The absolute despair and loss she heard in his voice broke her heart.
"No. You're not. You are my mate and I won't leave you," she argued.
When he finally looked up there was no hope, no life in his eyes. "When I came to my senses you were barely breathing, I had to give you my blood to get your heart to beat normally. I thought I had killed you." His voice was harsh. The self-recrimination and disgust was in every word.