Bitter Blood (Blood and Moonlight Book 3)(47)

But…

That smile was more beast than man.

His fingers pushed between her legs. “Wet for me.”

She was dying for him right now. His bite had sent her body into an overdrive of yearning. She was about to start clawing at him if he didn’t thrust inside of her. The ache was constant. She needed him to fill her. She needed him to f*ck her into oblivion.

The desire wasn’t normal. In some distant part of her mind, she knew that. Too intense. Too fast. Too consuming. But—

Screw normal.

Aidan yanked her to the edge of the bar. It was cold and hard beneath her and Jane squirmed—but her movements stopped when he bent over her and he…

He licked her. Kissed her. Stroked her sex and just fed that mad need that was about to rip her apart. Her hands slapped down on the bar as her body trembled.

“Fucking delicious,” Aidan whispered. He looked up at her with his bright blue eyes. “Fucking mine.”

And he was hers. Soul deep. Good and bad. Always…hers.

He positioned his cock at the entrance to her body, and he sank deep. A hard thrust that stole her breath and was exactly what she wanted. In the next instant, he’d pulled her right off the bar. He held her easily in his arms, so damn easily, and her legs locked around him. She rose on him, sank down, again and again, going wild with the feel of him inside of her. His mouth pressed to her throat once again. His fangs sank into her and as he tasted her, she felt his cock swell even more inside of her.

It was too much—his bite, the deep thrust of his cock into her—Jane’s orgasm hit, driving her over the edge and she screamed his name. It wasn’t some blast of pleasure, it consumed her. Shaking her, trembling through her whole body. She squeezed her eyes shut, she fought to get a breath, and the pleasure lashed against her.

Her sex squeezed him, hard and tight, and she felt him erupt inside of her. The hot splash of his release that just fueled her own climax. His grip hardened on her, he kept drinking from her, and Jane was utterly lost—taken.

His completely in that moment, just as he was hers.

She tried to get her heartbeat to slow. Tried to get her breath to ease. But…

I still want him. I want more. The need—that dark, twisting need that he’d awakened in her—wasn’t gone. He licked her throat and then his head lifted. Jane forced her lashes to rise as she stared up at him.

He was still hard inside of her. He’d come, but, like her…

He wants more.

He gazed down at her, not speaking. Jane licked her lips. Her mouth was so dry. Just how much screaming and moaning had she been doing?

He slowly lowered her to the floor and pulled out of her. She gasped at that withdrawal, hating it because…

I wasn’t done.

“Don’t worry, baby,” His voice was a rough rasp that just made her ache more. “I’m not done.”

She couldn’t look away from his gaze. I can see his darkness. I can feel it all around me.

But…Jane wasn’t scared.

“Turn around,” Aidan ordered.

She turned around, moving to face the bar. A mirror was behind that bar, reflecting her image back to Jane. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes gleamed, and her hair was tousled around her head. She could see her breasts, the pink tips were thrusting forward, still aroused. Still desperate for more.

“Put your hands on the bar.”

Her hands flattened on the bar.

“The vamp in me had you his way.” His voice was so rough. So deep.

The vamp in me…He’d just admitted what he was. She should say something. Do something—

“Now…” He caught her hair in his hand and pulled it to the side, baring the curve of her right shoulder. He pressed a kiss there and she felt the hot caress of his breath on her skin. “Now it’s the wolf’s turn.”

Her breath hitched. She felt his cock against her ass.

“Lean forward more,” he told her.

She leaned forward. His hand slid around her body and his fingers stroked her breast. She arched into his touch, wanting so much more.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

“Wider.”

She loved the dark rumble of his voice. Her gaze was on the mirror. On him, on them, as he leaned over her.

His hand slid down her body, moving to her sex.

“So ready, soft and slick.” His breath feathered over her once more. “Do you know…what it means when a werewolf marks his lover right…” He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met. “Here?”

Jane shook her head. She couldn’t look away from their reflection in that glass. He’d bit her there before. Had that been a marking?

“Biting here means the werewolf has his mate. It’s a claiming. A marking. One that goes far beneath the skin and straight to the soul.”

Jane swallowed. His cock pushed against her. His fingers slid over her clit, stroking her arousal to a fever pitch once again.

“You already have my soul, Jane.” He pressed a kiss to her skin even as his fingers kept stroking, harder now, and Jane rose onto her tip-toes with a gasp. Another climax was building, so close. So—

“You have my soul, my heart, and every f*cking bit of darkness in me.” He nipped her. Not a vampire bite. Different. Rougher. A flash of quick pain caught her off-guard. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at his reflection.