Wicked Soul (Ancient Blood #1)(101)

Warin.

He looked… wild. Like an animal, as he stared me down. Not moving. Not even blinking.

The hairs at the back of my nape stood on end, an instinctive response to being faced with a primeval being. He was my lover, the only man I would ever trust—but right then, he was also the monster he’d warned me about so many times.

Slowly, so to not make any sudden movements or perturb my arm further, I undid my seatbelt and opened the door.

Warin’s eyes followed me as I crawled out of the Lexus and held out my hands in a calming gesture.

“Warin,” I whispered. “Warin, I have to go. I’m a danger to you, my love. You have to let me go.”

“No.”

“Please, just listen—“

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, and then his hand snatched my jaw in a firm grip. He pushed me backward, making me stumble a few steps until the hood of the car pressed into my hamstrings. He kept pressing my head back, until my throat was exposed to him.

“Warin,” I croaked.

“Submit.” It was a low hiss that had goosebumps crawling down my arms, and a not entirely unpleasant shiver traveled up the length of my spine.

“Love—“ I stopped speaking when his hand constricted ever so slightly around the top of my throat. A clear warning.

“Submit. Now.” His voice was dark and dangerous, and despite my panic to save him by fleeing, something stupidly primitive in the baser parts of my brain responded without my consent. My body went lax in his grip, and a thrill of sexual excitement coursed through my abdomen. I panted, not expecting the rush of need as I stared into this wild being’s furious gaze.

Warin growled low in his throat at my submission, and equal amounts of adrenaline and arousal spiked in my blood in response. Which was fortunate, because the next second he buried his fangs in my neck, his grip shifting from my jaw to my hair.

I moaned brokenly, whimpering in surrender and my nipples hardening to points as Warin pierced my skin, his soft lips pressing against my throat. I sagged in his arms as he drank from me, abuzz with shock and sheer, unadulterated arousal. Some faraway part of my brain was outraged at my body’s easy submission—this was so not the time to get all Fifty Shades of Vampire. But the longer I remained in Warin’s embrace, his tongue lapping at my throat and his body dominating mine, the more muted the protesting part of my mind became.

When he pulled back from my neck, I saw dark possession in his gaze as my blood dripped from his lips. Then he spun me around and forced me over the hood of the car. I managed to break my impact with the Lexus with my hands, grunting from the force of it and the pain that radiated through my shoulder. Then again, when Warin ripped at my jeans, breaking them as if they were made of paper as he tore them and my panties down my hips .

His knees pressed against the insides of my thighs, parting them as much as my ruined jeans would allow. One hand slid up between my legs, opening me. Then, growling like a beast, he drove his cock into me. Fully.

I cried out, my voice echoing brokenly through the night as Warin seated his thick length inside me. I was aroused, but I hadn’t been prepared for him, and it hurt. I reared up, instinctively trying to get away from the pain of penetration, but Warin pressed a strong hand to the back of my neck, forcing me down onto the hood again. His other hand clamped down over my mouth, silencing my screams.

“You tried to leave.” Warin’s voice was gruff and raw, so unlike his usual silken tone. “You left me once—never again. You. Are. Mine!”

He began to move then, dragging his cock halfway out of my trembling pussy only to slam it back in. I whimpered against his palm, then screamed when he began to fuck me, hard and fast… so, so fast. He used his supernatural strength and speed to pummel my still unprepared pussy while I sobbed and clawed at the car.

I’d thought our first time together had been rough. I’d been wrong.

The ache in my too-tight sheath echoed through me for every brutal slap of his hips against my ass, but underneath the pain was an unmistakable flood of mind-bending pleasure rising. The friction of his fat cock pulled deliciously at my now fully slick channel, every push inside of me pounding into my G-spot, and soon I was climbing toward a desperate release.

It hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and flooding my nervous system as my entire body convulsed underneath the vampire fucking me for all I was worth, my poor pussy clutching and milking his punishing girth until every muscle in my body relaxed with a shudder.

Warin stilled his hips and removed his hand from my mouth.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” he whispered, voice still rough but somewhat less aggressive now that I had given in to his dominance so completely. “I cannot bear this life without you.”

“I’m a witch,” I croaked. “And now everyone knows. I can’t risk your life—ungh!”

He thrust back into me. Though he was still rough on my battered pussy, he set a more human pace this time, and his hands found the swell of my hips rather than the back of my neck and my mouth.

“I don’t care! You are mine! You’ll always be mine.”

I grunted again, too lost in the sensation of his body moving against mine to object. And… I didn’t want to. He was right. I was his, as he was mine. I belonged to him, with him. Everything inside of me sang as he merged his body with mine in hard, firm thrusts that brought me to the edge of ecstasy. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to punish me, or if he was just working out the primal fury sparked by the fight and my attempt to flee—but if it was the former, he was failing miserably.