Bound in Death (Bound #5)(44)

He didn’t tell her what the Celtic knot meant, not then. Alerac didn’t reveal that the tattoo itself was a symbol of forever, that the corners symbolized his search. North. South. East. West. He’d vowed to search every corner of the earth.

For her.

She’d already accepted his claim. In that moment, he just wanted to focus on the present. On making sure the bond that they created was strong.

Her eyes met his. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“When Liam bit me…” Her body trembled. “It hurt. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“When you bite me, it’s not about pain.” His fingers slid down her body. Gripped her slender waist. “Only pleasure.”

“Promise?”

“I f*ckin’ vow it.”

Jane gave a small nod. Then she rose onto her toes. Her mouth was on his throat. Yes. He felt the lick of her tongue. The caress of her lips.

The bite of her teeth.

His control shattered as the pleasure pumped through him.

He pulled her tighter against him. Held her closer. His cock was fully erect, desperate to thrust inside of her. He was desperate.

Her mouth on him…the pleasure was almost as strong as the release he found when he was thrusting into her body.

He shoved down her jeans. She kicked them away, along with her shoes.

He tore her underwear. Tossed it.

Her mouth was still on him.

He wanted in her.

He lifted her lips. Jane’s legs wrapped around him. Her tongue pressed over his skin. She was lifting her teeth— “Don’t stop,” he ordered. Or maybe he begged.

He took two steps. The bed was too far. He pushed her back against the nearest wall. Held her in his arms. Drove as deep into her as he could go.

He filled her. Every single inch of her hot core. She was tight and wet, and he had no control. None.

He was holding her too tightly. Driving in to her too deeply. But he couldn’t stop.

Again and again, he thrust into her. Deeper. Harder. More.

She came, bucking against him, and her mouth pulled from his as she cried out his name.

Her sex clenched around him, spasming with her release. Those milking contractions propelled him to his own climax. He thrust hard into her. And erupted.

The pleasure blazed through him, consuming him from the inside out.

Her breath heaved out. So did his. Alerac’s heartbeat raced in his chest.

He looked down at her. Jane’s eyes were wide, her face flushed with pleasure.

“We’re not done.” Not even close. But at least he’d taken the edge off. Now he could make it to the bed, and he did. He carried her toward the four-poster. Made sure not to let his claws hurt her skin.

He eased her down on the covers. She started to lie down on her back.

“No.”

He turned her onto her stomach. Put her hands down. Lifted her onto her knees. She glanced back at him. “Alerac?”

“I need you this way.” Gravel-rough.

Her gaze fell to this cock. “You didn’t—”

“I did.” And he was about to, again. He pushed into her, and she was slick and swollen from her release. Thrusting into her right then was better than the best dream he’d ever had.

Her fingers clenched the bed covers. A moan spilled from her throat.

He covered her with his body. Alerac put his mouth on her shoulder. He’d marked her there, in front of the pack. Now he’d mark her while they were alone.

In and out. He thrust slowly, holding back the pleasure. In. Out.

It was his turn to lick her skin. To taste her. Not just as a werewolf, but as the being he’d become, because of her.

Part wolf.

Part vampire.

His teeth sank into her.

Her hips shoved back against him. “Alerac!” A demand this time.

He met that demand. His thrusts shook her. Shook the bed. Could have shaken the whole damn house for all he cared.

Her blood was on his tongue. His cock in her snug sex. He surrounded her.

She f*ckin’ enslaved him.

She came, shuddering, and she ripped the covers with her grip.

He kept thrusting. Driving into her as deeply as he could go. He’d been kept apart from her for far too long. He’d had too many empty nights, too many dreams of her. He’d woken, alone, lost, bellowing her name.

She was with him now. Linked, bound, forever.

There was no escape.

His release was even stronger this time. His heart nearly burst from him as held her tighter.

No escape.

Because, if he lost her again, Alerac knew he’d go mad.

***

“I’ll take his punishment.”

The words were soft, almost broken.

They were her words.

Jane could see herself, a small figure surrounded by angry vampires. She was staring straight ahead and offering to take someone’s— “No! You can’t!”

Those words…that was Alerac’s voice.

She looked down and saw a knife hanging from her chest. No, not her chest—Alerac’s.

This was his memory. She was seeing everything from his point of view again.

The knife was yanked from him. The silver burned, and smoke drifted up from the wound. Then the blade was pushed against Alerac’s throat.