Wild and Free (The Three #3)(31)

“What if they’re not nice vampires?”

“I got two choices…give into the urge and rape the woman destined for me or go to The Biltmore and find out.”

“Or you could just f*ck me,” I blurted, and the room went wired.

Shit.

“Do not,” he said simply, but both words were harsh and grating, hurting my ears.

Man, oh man, he needed to f*ck me.

“You go and you get hurt or dead and Jian-Li loses you, Xun, Chen, Wei.” Me, I thought but didn’t say. “That’s better than us having sex?”

“Rutting, Delilah.”

I felt a rush of wet saturate the area between my legs.

God, again, strange, but that also turned me on.

“Okay, rutting,” I whispered.

“I could hurt you,” he stated.

“Try not to do that,” I replied.

“What if I can’t control it?” he asked.

“I…I don’t know,” I answered.

“And you’re still willin’ to take that chance?”

I widened my eyes at him but said nothing.

“I can smell you,” he whispered.

Fuck.

“Abel.”

“You want it.”

“Um…” I started and stopped, finding that fact titillating, so much so, more wet hit between my legs.

“You cannot know, you’ll never know, but I don’t think you get what hanging on by a thread means, Delilah. I’m doin’ that right now. And right now, you say one word, ‘go,’ and you won’t see me again until I got it together. You don’t say that word right now, it happens.”

I should say “go.”

I should.

But something deep in my heart knew I actually shouldn’t.

So I didn’t.

I stared at him, heart slamming in my chest, and said nothing.

“Fuck,” he snarled, surging from his chair, and in a flash, he was on me.

In another flash, I was whipped around, knees in the bed, nightshirt torn over my head, palm in my back, shoving me to my hands in the bed.

Oh God.

Then my hips jerked violently as he tore my panties away.

I bit my lip to bite back a moan because that was so…damned…hot.

Then he drove inside, filling me. Oh man, oh God, I was so f*cking full. There was pain from stretching to accommodate him, but mostly it was pleasure since he was huge.

My head shot back and there was no holding back the deep moan that tore from my lips.

He rounded over me, hand in the bed, as his hips slammed into mine and I took the savage thrusts of his mammoth cock, f*cking…loving…every…f*cking…one.

“Abel,” I whimpered.

“Tell me you can take it,” he grunted, his hand not in the bed moving to my hair, gathering it in a fist at the back of my neck.

I arched my back, tipping my hips up, and got more.

It was phenomenal.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I can so take it.”

“Fuck, f*ck, thank f*ck,” he groaned, twisting my hair, pulling my head back.

Phenomenal.

“Baby,” I whispered, sliding my knees out, giving him better access.

“Jesus,” he gritted, yanking my hair back hard enough I came off my hands and felt my * clutch at his cock that felt so f*cking good.

He caught me around the chest, pulling me to him, still driving up inside. His hand shifted to my breast, cupping it; his other hand went between my legs, finger at my clit, pulsing, tight, hard, rough.

Holy f*ck.

“Yes, Abel, don’t stop,” I urged.

His mouth went to my neck.

“Drink,” I rasped.

“Lilah, bao bei,” he whispered into my neck, still pounding inside.

“Take it all from me,” I encouraged, lifting a hand to cover his where he held me at my breast, stretching my other arm out and behind me so I could clench my fingers into his ass, feeling the power of it flex as he pounded inside.

His hand at my breast squeezed hard. I arched my back again, driving my ass into his hips, and his finger at my clit pressed in harder as he groaned, “Fuck yes.”

Then I felt his tongue at my neck, and again. Oh God, nice.

“God, your f*ckin’ *,” he growled into my neck. “Ecstasy,” he finished and licked my neck again, slamming his cock up and grinding inside.

My head fell back and hit his shoulder as his finger at my clit, thumb and finger now tugging hard at my nipple, cock grinding inside—all of it swept over me, fearful in its power, ready to engulf me, annihilate me. My body tensed, not to welcome it but to fight it off, because suddenly, it was terrifying.

“Abel,” I gasped, gripping his wrists.

I didn’t feel his teeth sink into my flesh, but I felt the blood gush.

And when I did, my orgasm came over me, my body bucking in his hold as he started moving again, my blood pumping and flooding his mouth with each thrust, the climax blistering through me on each drive, wave after wave of sheer heat. My mouth opened and a silent cry of rapture floated out, sweeping me away as I clasped him fast and deep inside me.

Still orgasming, I felt the blood stop flowing and his lips at my ear where he whispered, “Need you to take me on your hands and knees, *cat.”