CHAPTER EIGHT
Bane
Just the touch of Nova’s hand on my arm as she leans over me doesn’t feel right. We’re sitting facing each other on her blood-red couch.
I feel like I’m doing something wrong, even though I know that technically, I’m not. She tries to run her fingers up my neck, tracing the tattoos there, but I grip her hand. “I’m not going to fuck you, Nova. I told you that’s not going to happen again.”
“Why?” she asks, frowning. “Your mate isn’t taking care of you, Bane. I bet she doesn’t even know what you like.”
I met Nova a few years ago at Red, the sex club I’m a member of. She’s a half demon and knew who I was right away—the exiled prince—the name that follows me.
Yes, she knows what I like in bed and that I like to feed and fuck at the same time, but none of that matters anymore. I don’t care that I don’t get to fuck any other women anymore. And I’m only here to feed because I don’t have any other choice right now.
She braces herself with her hand on my shoulder and offers her neck to me.
I shake my head. “Your wrist.”
Her lips purse, and her red eyes flash, but she lifts her wrist to my lips. Gripping her with both hands, my fangs descend, aching and ready. My stomach tenses in preparation for what it’s been begging for for the last week, but I’m still hesitating. I should have told Saylor, at least given her the option, and let her know that if she didn’t want me drinking from her, I’d have to go elsewhere.
Then as if conjured out of my mind, she’s in front of me, zipping in with her arm on Axe. She’s dressed in a long white dress, wearing a matching headband with a big bow on it, her dark hair flowing behind her. She looks like a fucking angel, her honey-brown eyes narrowing to slits as she takes in the scene.
I’ve never been happier to see her.
“Let her go, Bane,” she orders, stepping toward me, her hand dropping from Axe’s arm.
Nova’s wrist drops from my grasp, and I stand up, facing her. She turns to Nova, and I don’t know what she sees there because my eyes don’t leave hers, but she says, “Thank you, but he won’t be needing you anymore.”
And then she zips us back to her house, right in front of her bed, which is now covered in bright pink sheets with feathers edging all the pillows. It looks like a pink bird exploded.
She pushes me back onto the bed and straddles me, tying her long, dark hair with a band from her wrist before bracing herself over me, offering me her perfect, slender neck. I’m hard, and I want to fuck her, but my other hunger is winning out first. “Drink.”
“Sunshine—”
“Drink, Bane. We will talk after,” she orders, her tone turning husky.
I slide my fangs across her smooth throat and lick her skin just before I pierce her. She gasps at my first pull of her sweet blood, but then she sighs in satisfaction as pleasure takes over. My bite can hurt, but only when I make it so. Otherwise, it can bring nothing but pure ecstasy, which is exactly what I’m delivering to her. She smells like strawberries and cream, my new favorite flavor. I can feel my body get stronger with each swallow, and when she rocks her hips against my hard cock, I moan against her neck. She cups the back of my head, scratching her nails against my skull, silently begging for me to take more.
And I do.
I take everything she is offering me while I slide up her dress and slide down her panties. She pulls my cock out, strokes it a few times before placing it at her entrance, and then ever so slowly lowers herself onto me.
“Fuck,” I rasp, closing the wound at her neck with magic, lifting my head, and moving from her neck to her perfect mouth. She starts to ride me hard, sliding up and down in a rhythm that drives us wild. Her pussy clamps my cock so fucking well, like she was made for me. I keep my eyes on her honey-brown ones, the moment so intimate and personal. I love watching her reactions play out. She’s stunning and all mine. The golden glow flashes in front of my eyes, a silent reminder.
“You feel so fucking good. My perfect little wolf,” I growl, my tone thick and raspy.
“You won’t ever feed from anyone else,” she demands.
“I never wanted to in the first place,” I admit, my thumb running along the corner of her mouth. “I only want you.” I kiss her again. “No one else.”
“Tell me what you need next time,” she whispers, searching my eyes. “Don’t go search for it somewhere else.”
Fuck. When she puts it like that…
“Never,” I promise. “And you need to stop running. There’s no escaping me, Sunshine.”
Her lips curve upward. “Deal,” she pants. “But only because you have a big dick and are good in bed.”
For the first time ever, during sex, I laugh.
And then I kiss her some more.
“Bond with me,” she pleads, and my eyes flash open as I look up at her, trying to see through the haze of lust and inhibition. Our magic snakes together all around us, twirling and intertwining, tempting us with what could be.
“Are you sure?” I rasp, needing her to be certain.
She grinds herself against me. She’s so fucking wet, and her pussy is gripping me like a vise. If she expects me to be the voice of reason right now, she has another thing coming.
“I’m fucking sure,” she moans, her nails digging into my chest.
Flipping her onto her back, I take over as I fuck her into the mattress. She offers me the other side of her throat, and I bend low to pierce my fangs into her at the same time I drive into her sweet pussy.
“Bane,” she moans loudly, coming all over my cock.
Fuck.
The magic pulsing around us is proof she is willing to accept the bond, to merge both our souls and power. And when I accept that connection from my end, finishing inside her at the same time, pleasure explodes unlike I’ve ever felt before. My fangs are still in her neck, and being inside her in every way is intense but so perfect. Thunder rumbles, winds roar, and lightning crackles outside, the strikes creating flashes of light through the open window.
Saylor comes a second time, and it’s an out-of-body fucking experience. If I thought I felt connected to her before, that was nothing.
But this moment is everything.
She’s inside me, has all of me, and now nothing can ever change that.
I can feel her.
Her magic. Her emotions. Her blood. Her pussy.
Her whole fucking essence.
And she is beautiful.
Warm.
Fierce.
Loyal.
And all mine.
She might be an illusionist, but being with her is the most real thing I’ve ever known.