Bound in Death (Bound #5)(28)

For her, he’d do anything.

But then she said, “Don’t hurt me.”

She f*ckin’ broke his heart. The heart too many had tried to carve right out of his chest. The heart he’d given to her two centuries before.

“I won’t.” Then he was unknotting that towel. Peeling it away from her body. She was just as she’d been in his dreams. Those perfect, round breasts with their pink-tipped nipples. The soft curve of her stomach. The lush flare of her hips.

The temptation of her sex—soft and pink and waiting.

He bent his head and took a breast between his lips. Licking. Sucking. Tasting. The nipple was hard and tight and he loved the way she gasped and arched toward him.

He kept tasting her, sampling her, even as his fingers slid down her stomach and pushed between her legs.

She was wet for him.

Already.

Yes.

Her hands were on his back, her nails lightly raking over his skin. He’d wanted her touch for too long.

His eyes squeezed shut as he kissed his way down her stomach.

“Alerac?”

He kept kissing her. He’d taste the need she had for him. He’d make sure to give her pleasure before the beast broke free.

Her pleasure mattered. If he made it good enough for him, maybe she’d stay, once she learned the truth.

He’d seduced her to his side before.

Can I do it again?

His hands pushed her legs apart. Her scent—so good—was making him light-headed with raw need and lust. He stroked her with his fingers, learning the secrets of her sex once more. Her hips rose helplessly toward him.

Her body tightened.

He put his mouth on her. He damn well feasted.

She jerked beneath him. Tried to pull away.

“Alerac—it’s too much!”

No, not even close.

He used his lips and his tongue and he worked that sweet flesh until he knew that her release was at hand. He could feel it approaching in the stiffness of her body, the gasps that broke from her mouth.

He pushed his finger into her. Licked the center of her need.

Jane came against his mouth.

The taste of her pleasure broke his control.

He surged back over her. When she reached for him, Alerac grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands to the bed. He could see the edge of her fangs peeking out behind her red lips. Her eyes were shining with pleasure.

Mine.

He drove into her, plunging as deep as he could go, lost to everything but her. The bed heaved beneath them. The slats groaned as he thrust. Faster. Harder.

A growl built in his throat. The wolf was pushing through his control, demanding that he mark the mate he’d lost so long ago.

He wanted to put his teeth on her, right there where her neck curved into her shoulder. The bite would claim her. Show all others that Jane belonged only to him.

And it would give him her blood. The powerful, intoxicating blood that had first addicted him.

His canines were burning in his mouth. Stretching. Sharpening. He parted his lips. Put his mouth right over that sweet spot. He sucked the flesh.

A choked scream came from Jane as she bucked beneath him. Another release. Pleasure that shuddered through her—through him.

Don’t bite her. Not yet. Not. Yet.

He yanked his mouth away from her and erupted into the core of her body. The pleasure was more than he remembered. Stronger. Consuming. Obliterating all that had come before.

Linking them.

Bonding them.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, a mad drumbeat that wouldn’t slow. Sweat slickened his back as he slowly lifted his head.

He stared down at Jane, lost.

“Y-you’re still doing it,” she whispered, her words a husky tremble.

His brows lifted. His cock was in her body, sated, but…I want more of her. “Doing what?”

“L-looking at me…like you could devour me…”

He smiled. That was exactly what he wanted to do.

Alerac began to thrust again.

Her legs curled around his.

She met him.

The pleasure rose once more.

***

She didn’t dream of darkness.

For the first time since she’d crawled out of that swamp, Jane dreamed of blood.

Rivers of blood, enough to choke her. To drown her.

She saw men in an old chamber, a room made of stone. A fire flickered in a hearth. Voices were shouting.

Don’t kill him!

The voice that made that desperate plea…that voice sounds like me.

The chamber vanished. She never saw who was being killed there. Jane was too busy staring at a new scene.

A dungeon. Two men were chained to the walls. When their heads turned, she realized that they weren’t men.

Vampires.

“You can’t do this…” One hissed.

“Watch me,” Alerac said and—

Wait, Alerac? In that instant, Jane realized that she was seeing these images from Alerac’s point of view. She almost seemed to be inside of Alerac and looking out at the world from his eyes.

Even as Jane made that realization, the river of blood deepened. Alerac sank his teeth into the vampire’s throat and he fed.

The vampire died moments later, horror and shock still on his face.

Then Alerac turned to the next vampire.

“Don’t!” The vampire shouted, fear making his eyes flare wide. “I wasn’t there! I don’t know where she is!”