Love Me to Death (Underveil, #1)(45)

“Bite me, Elena.” He ran his hands from her throat across her breasts, circling the nipples, then lower, down her belly to where her body met his. “Tell me what you need.” His fingers found just the right spot, and he applied pressure, causing her to grind down on him. “That’s it. Tell me with your body and your words.”

She groaned. The blood had made her strong, but she needed more. She stared down at the beautiful man beneath her. He hated vampires, but he was encouraging her to drink his blood. Desire, fear, and confusion swirled through her in a volatile concoction. She couldn’t back out now. She had to do this to stay safe. To stay alive, she had to become immortal and free herself from him.

“Talk to me,” he said. “Tell me what you need.”

Him. She needed him. More than just his blood or the pleasure he offered with his playground of a body, she needed him—and that was far more terrifying than becoming a blood-sucking monster.

Blood still glistened over the bite on his lip. She leaned down and licked it off, and he ran his hands over her back, urging her on.

“Do it,” he whispered, sweeping his hands over her skin, making her body thrum. “You can’t hurt me.”

But he could hurt her, and now that she had his blood flowing through her, she felt even more bonded to him. The goal was to escape. The plan. Return to the plan.

Step four: drink enough blood to become immortal.

Instinctually, her body ground against his, forward and back. It was difficult to focus with his thick erection so hot and hard underneath her. Just a few inches forward, then a shift in angle, and a hard press down, and she could have him inside her. That’s what she wanted. And she’d heard Aleksandra say she couldn’t get pregnant. Diseases didn’t even transfer between different species. Perfect. She threw her head back and continued to rub over him.

No. She’d gotten off schedule. Blood first, then Step Five.

She kissed his shoulder.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Do it. Make yourself strong and safe. Bite me. Drink from me.”

Running her tongue over his skin, she could feel his pulse. He was alive with what she needed. His blood would save her life and make her immortal. It would enable her to escape.

“Do it, Elena.” He swept his warm hands over her back.

Breaths coming in shuddering gasps, she paused at the area between his neck and shoulder and pressed her lips to him. She could feel the blood right under the surface. So close she could almost taste it.

He thrust up against her. “Yes. There. Now.”

Her teeth cut through the flesh easily, and evidently painlessly, because his body bucked and he moaned with pleasure as she bit down. Rich, sweet blood filled her mouth, and she clutched him in desperation. She needed something else. More. More than his blood. She needed his body. She needed Step Five.

Not withdrawing her mouth, she scooted forward to where the head of his erection pressed against her entrance.

He took himself in hand and rubbed up and down against her. She was slick and so ready.

“Now?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Yes, God, yes. Now. Unwilling to pull away from his neck, she pushed down, and he groaned. Barely there. Just the head of him was inside her now, and she thought she would die from the overwhelming pleasure. She swallowed and lifted her head, power surging through her as her body hummed with change and need.

“What did I say in the cabin?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and pushed down several more inches. Moaning, she reveled in the fullness as he stretched her. So large. So right. She paused as his blood and body filled her.

He reached between them and rubbed his thumb against her core. “I made a prediction, did I not?”

She couldn’t answer. She could only survive, as she struggled to breathe and the pressure built from the fullness and the relentless circle he made with his thumb. His blood filled her with electricity and his body with the promise of spectacular release.

“I said you would come before I was fully inside you. You’re there. Let go,” he whispered, pulling her down, forcing himself farther into her, massaging her with his thumb.

She gasped for breath as her body hummed with pleasure. So perfect. So right. Just there. You will not call his name this time. This…exercise is for the sole purpose of escape and survival. Follow the plan. Then, he increased the pressure of his thumb, and she tumbled over that edge, escape and the plan completely obliterated momentarily by pleasure.



Nikolai almost spilled when she convulsed around him, ecstasy on her face as she came silently in wave after wave, but he held on. She deserved more.

And she was tight. So impossibly tight. As her climax receded and her body relaxed, he pushed a little farther into her and she moaned. It was almost more than he could stand. Perhaps it was because it had been so long, or maybe it was because the blood sharing was programmed in his body to be mind-blowing, but part of him suspected it was because it was her. And he needed her so badly.

This was not how he had wanted their first time to be—rushed and in a caravan in the middle of nowhere. He had wanted to pamper her and make it perfect, but fate had decided otherwise and stopping now was impossible. His body and soul screamed to truly claim her and not hold back. His was on fire to the point of near mindlessness, which was bad.

But she was immortal now. She could take anything. Still, he didn’t want to hurt her. He grabbed her pelvis and pushed her up to where he was barely inside, and she gasped, and then, using every ounce of self-control he possessed, he pulled down gently, gaining more entrance. She moaned. Just a little more and he’d be fully inside.