26. Ezra #2
I wrapped one hand around her hip as my other reached between her legs, running them through her slit. She was wet already, and I groaned at the sensation.
Gathering her wetness, I fisted my cock, coating myself in her arousal, before positioning the tip at her entrance. I rubbed the head against her clit, her moans filling the greenhouse.
“Don’t tease me,” she snapped. “I want to feel you.”
“Yes, my mate.” I pushed myself inside—and then the hand not grasping her hip wrapped around her neck from behind, forcing her to keep her back arched as my cock entered her.
Once I was seated inside her fully, I stilled for a moment, letting her adjust.
“You’re so big like this,” she groaned, her nails digging into the wooden table. “I’m so full.”
My hips rocked forward, a shallow thrust. “That’s right. No one else can fuck you like this, can they?” I ran my open mouth down her spine. So perfect. So mine.
She shook her head, whimpering around my fingers.
“You’re taking me so well,” I murmured. “Breathe, belladonna. Breathe with me.”
My witch whined as I pulled out before slamming back in, increasing the tempo.
“And let me tell you a secret, Sabrina. There’s something you don’t know about vampires. Something none of those books you spent hours reading will tell you.”
Rina gasped as I bottomed out, my tip pressed against her cervix.
“Remember when I told you I could transform into a bat?”
She nodded, a little whimper slipping from her lips as I tightened my fingers around her neck—just enough to give her pressure, not at all blocking off her airway.
“My body isn’t the only thing that can become more… bat-like.” I shifted, and I felt the moment her body responded to the change.
“Oh gods. Ezra.” She cried out as my tip became even bigger—heart shaped—and a knot formed at the base.
I dragged my fangs down her shoulder. “Do you like it?”
“You’re huge.” Rina made a strangled sound. “Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”
Every thrust brought my knot closer to her entrance, ready to seal myself inside her. “Never,” I promised. I wanted—no, needed—to see her face. I pulled out, flipping her around so she was sitting on the table, and then pushed back inside.
“Please, baby. More.” Her voice was like music to my ears; the words so sweet.
Baby. Hers.
Fuck, I couldn’t hold myself back, dipping my head forward to kiss her, inhaling all of her moans and whimpers as I fucked her harder.
Her tongue tangled with mine as we kissed, letting our mouths say all the words we couldn’t. Each thrust was accompanied by another gasp into my mouth, and I groaned as she slipped her fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands.
I felt like a whole new man. Something about the decision to be the man Rina deserved had unlocked something inside of me. And yet, I was a monster.
Fucking her in the rose garden was playing a dangerous game, but gods knew I couldn’t stop. Not when she’d given me a part of herself, after I’d given her every piece of my splintered heart that I had to give.
“Come on, sweetheart. Give me what I want.” I pressed kisses to her neck as she wrapped her legs around my back, forcing me deeper.
“Baby,” she cried out as her orgasm hit her.
“There we go,” I groaned as her cunt pulsed around me, squeezing my cock. “Such a good witch.”
I was so close, and as much as I wanted this moment to last—wanted to savor the feeling of being buried inside of her, our bodies pressed so close as she gave me all of her for the first time—but I couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t resist how good it felt inside my mate.
Holding her tight against my body, I pushed my knot inside, latching onto her neck with my mouth as I came. It was all I could do to keep myself from burying my teeth into her skin.
That final claiming. We hadn’t discussed the consequences if I were to finalize the bond between us. So I wouldn’t. Not yet.
Not until she asked for it.
Rina leaned forward, pressing her forehead against my chest as she caught her breath. I ran my thumb down her cheek, wiping away the tears that she’d shed.
“Are you okay?” I asked, cupping her cheek.
She nodded. “I’ve just never—it’s never been like that for me before.”
I ran my thumb under her chin, tilting her face up til our eyes were lined up. “It hasn’t for me, either, Sabrina. Never.”
The witch let out a small laugh. “I don’t know why that’s so satisfying to me. It shouldn’t be.”
“Because you’re just as possessive of me as I am of you.” I pressed our foreheads together this time. “It’s just biology. This need to claim your mate.”
She hummed. “I think it’s more than that. I think some selfish part of me likes the idea that no one else has ever had you like this. Biology or not.”
I chuckled. “Better get used to it.”
Rina’s face transformed into a soft, sleepy smile. “Not sure that’s possible, vampire.” She looked around us—like she’d only just realized where we were. “Ezra, you ruined my dress.”
“I know.” I pressed my thumb onto her lower lip, dipping my head. “Worth it.”
She let out a small shriek. “How am I going to get back inside the house?”
“Simple.” Scooping her up, I traced us into my bedroom, knowing there was no way in any realm that I’d let anyone else see her naked.
She was mine. Tonight had only cemented that for me. There would be no one else—not for either of us. We might not have shared the words, but I was pretty sure she felt the same way as me.
“See?”
“Woah.” She blinked a few times.
I winced. “Sorry. I forgot it can be a little disorienting the first time.”
My witch shook her head. “Just surprised, that’s all.” She gave me a sly look. “Can I see you transform into a bat fully next time?”
Grinning, I pressed a kiss to her forehead as I sat her down on the bed. “Tomorrow,” I promised. Tomorrow, I’d tell her everything.
My past—all of it.
I stepped over to my armoire, pulling out a pair of boxers and a sleep shirt for her.
While I had no qualms about sleeping naked with her in my arms, I wanted—no, needed—her to feel comfortable, too.
Handing her the garment, I watched as she pulled it on over her body.
I wasn’t as large as some beings, and while Rina was smaller than me, she was still a good five foot eight with curves I loved—but I loved how my shirt engulfed her like a nightgown.
Loved seeing her in my clothes in general. My scent all over her, inside her—changing her very biology.
“I should go,” Rina mumbled as she stood, fiddling with the hem of the shirt, hesitation in her eyes.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her body in tight. “Stay, please?” I murmured the words against her neck, wanting her to share my bed with me—wanting to wake up next to her for once. “Stay the night with me.”
Because I wanted it—wanted her.
She looked back at me, and it only took one kiss until she said, “Yes.”