Bound by Blood (Bound #1)(8)

Her long lashes swept up, and she gazed at him. The gold in her eyes seemed even brighter. “Oh, wolf…” She sighed and then her lips curled in a smile that punched right into his gut. “You’re the one who needs to worry about getting hurt.”

Then her hands were on him, pushing back, and he realized Morgan was very strong. The wolf inside growled.

Her fangs were out, and Jace knew what his lady was going to say even as her lips parted

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“It’s my turn to bite.”





Chapter Three


They made it to the bedroom. Morgan had a fast impression of heavy furniture, thick curtains, and then—

Silk sheets. Black silk sheets.

The wolf had surprised her again.

She stared at him as the haze of need built within her. She wanted his blood. She needed it. And she wanted him. The lust for him wasn’t unexpected. The guy was freaking sexy. Jace was already naked. His chest flexed and rippled with muscles. His body was perfect. So strong. So dark. So…

Very aroused.

His cock stretched toward her, heavy and thick, and there was no doubt that he wanted her.

Not just a bloodsucker to him.

She ran her tongue over the edge of her fangs. “I need to confess—”

His gaze darkened.

“I, um, don’t have a lot of experience at this.” Most vampires she knew actually didn’t. He didn’t move. But he did call, “Bullshit.”

It must have been her boots. She’d thought they looked rather f*ck-me. “Bloodlust and physical lust…they can combine too much. We don’t, ah, drink from sources.” They weren’t supposed to, but the rules were changing.

“I know.”

She felt hunted. The back of her knees hit the bed. “So I don’t drink and—and—” Fuck.

“With me, you will.”

His hands sank into her hair and tipped her head back. Then his lips took hers in a kiss that stole her breath even as it heated her blood. The wolf knew how to kiss. Oh, damn, did he. His tongue thrust inside her mouth, and Morgan found her arms rising and wrapping around his line-backer shoulders.

A kiss shouldn’t sweep fire through her whole body, but his did. Her shirt and bra were long gone. His hands slipped down and pushed away her skirt. It slipped over her boots and hit the floor. Then his fingers caught her panties and the rip of fabric filled her ears.

Morgan pulled back. What am I doing?

His glowing eyes stared down at her.

Her thighs hit the mattress, and she fell back onto the bed. She expected him to pounce on her, literally. Instead, he caught one foot and lifted it up, then slowly, inch by inch, Jace pulled off her leather boot.

His hands kneaded her flesh. Smoothed over her calf. Slipped up her thigh. Morgan tensed even as her fangs burned.

His hand eased back, and he reached for the other boot.

She couldn’t look away from him. Dark hair. Golden flesh. The boot came off, and his hand smoothed over her skin. He parted her thighs.

“So pretty…”

She was wet for him. Morgan wanted his blood so badly that she trembled and, even more, she wanted that hot, hard body of his against her. In her. He licked his lips. “Who gets to taste first?”

Damn. She wasn’t supposed to have sex with him. The Council had been adamant about that. Drink him, yes, take his power, give him hers, but sex?

Forbidden.

But the Council wasn’t there, and for once, Morgan was going to take pleasure like other women did.

“I do,” she said and reached for him.

His smile had her heartbeat kicking, but, to show him that she wasn’t like the mortal women he’d probably known before, Morgan twisted and shoved him, forcing him onto his back on the bed. Then she climbed on top of him, spreading her legs so that the aroused length of his cock just brushed her sex.

More, please.

Her nails raked down his chest. Not enough to break the skin. No sense wasting blood. His small nipples tightened beneath her touch. She leaned down and slid her tongue over the left nipple. He arched beneath her, and the head of his cock pushed against her core. She lifted her head. “Not yet.” Was that breathless, hungry voice really hers?

His hands were on her hips, holding her tight. So much power. She’d had a handful of lovers—all human—in her life. They’d felt warm and alive but Jace was something all together different.

He wasn’t just warmth. He was a furnace, and the heat from his flesh warmed every inch of her.

“Don’t play too long,” came his warning to her.

A warning she ignored. She’d never played. Why not try now?

She kissed her way up his body. Morgan knew she should have felt hesitant, nervous, and moments before, she had. But now she just needed.

She licked his neck and felt the wild drumming of his pulse beneath her mouth. A vampire’s bite wasn’t like a wolf’s. There was no pain, there never was, not unless the vampire decided to play rough.

No pain, and, when done right…pleasure.

She really wanted to do this right for him.

His hands trailed up her body. Such big hands, with rough fingertips and a gentle touch. His hands curled around her breasts, and a moan slipped from her. His name.

Her nipples were tight, and when his fingers pushed over the hungry peaks, she closed her eyes.