Chapter 12
“Oakley!”
“Oklahoma!”
Her voice pulls me from a place where my soul finds peace. There’s an edge to her tone, a rough misery calling me home to the present.
“Oklahoma!”
My eyes snap open, encompassing my bedroom in hues of red. My nostrils flare when the rich and savory aroma of iron invades me.
Blood.
I turn my head and sniff, dragging myself across the bed to the mug sitting on the nightstand, a drop of blood flowing down the side.
“Nariko,” I snarl in pleasure.
Clutching the cup by the handle, I chug the nectar she gifted me from her veins, binding Nariko’s DNA to me. With every swallow, I become stronger. This is more than a few drops of blood in soup or tea.
I’m messy. The blood overflows my mouth, dripping down the sides. I can’t imagine what I look like.
Sneering when there’s no more left, I lick the inside, then scoop the rest out with my finger, sweeping it along the sides so I don’t miss a drop.
I’m greedy for every ounce she is willing to give me.
I suck my digit into my mouth, moaning at how good she fucking tastes. My cock jerks in my sweatpants, and now that I’m properly fed, fire blazes in my veins.
The mating heat.
This amount of blood is enough to fuel me as I claim her. Enough to heal me. Enough to mend my mind and to allow me to focus on the one person who is about to become the other half of my soul.
“Oklahoma!” Nariko calls for me again, her voice closer than it was in the dream, and pulls me from bed.
The air is still, yet holds another tempting scent.
I sniff again, taking a step forward into the darkness.
My cock is long and hard, curling past my belly button.
Precome slicks the hair across my stomach.
Wrapping a hand around my shaft, I stroke the thick length to give myself relief.
I’m fucking aching with a deep throbbing burn.
The lights are off. Her needy whimpers have me step forward again, then again. Her heat is making a mess from how intense it smells, bringing rain and flowers with a hint of sugar into my home. I can’t wait to taste her. She’ll be so refreshing, like ice-cold lemonade on a hot summer day.
And I can hardly wait. The growls emanating from me are nonstop. I can’t control them when she smells like pure fucking desire.
Unable to wait a second longer, I’m in front of her before she can open her mouth again to call out for me.
She’s in so much pain. Her body is shaking. Sweat is dripping down her chest in rivulets. Dark blue circles appear under her eyes from exhaustion, and her breathing is labored.
“You’re here,” she whines, her hand clutching her stomach.
Her agony waves through me, slicing against my bones. I move too fast for her to protest, pinning her against the wall by her wrists, cracks spreading along the surface from the force used.
“I’ll always be here for you,” I growl, pressing my body against hers. Her breasts push against my chest, soft and giving. “You’ll never be able to get away from me.” I spread her legs apart, my eyes rolling to the back of my head from how good she smells.
Moving her wrists into one hand, I keep her trapped, needing the freedom to explore the beautiful canvas of her body.
“This time will not be easy,” I warn.
“Who said I wanted easy?” Nariko challenges through chattering teeth, her chin lifted in defiance.
Even in pain, she has to sass me.
There’s so much I have planned for her body. So much I want to do to her, to taste and devour, but the need to be inside her is too powerful.
In fast movements, I pick her up by her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist. Bending down, I lick the sweat dripping between her breasts, my fangs gliding against her soft skin. Her sweat bursts against my taste buds, the flavor of her salt causing me to moan.
My cock presses against her entrance. She’s soaked, her slick coating me so I can easily slide inside her. My hand wraps around the back of her neck, my claws healed and pinching into her skin. My other hand grasps her muscular thigh.
“Oakley,” she whisper-moans my name, tilting her head to the side.
Her body’s natural response to me is silent permission, allowing me to feed.
No more fighting. No more uncertainty. Whatever challenges are ahead, we will face together.
Now, it’s time to give in.
I suck the flesh on her neck while kneading her breast that fits perfectly in my palm, tweaking her beaded nipple between my claws.
Nariko arches her back, her nails scratching across my shoulders with every lick and pluck I give.
Lightning flashes outside, the rain pouring with fury, matching the energy running through my soul for my mate. My tongue flattens along her jugular vein, wanting to feel it pulse with every beat of her beautiful, untamed heart.
Her heat drips on the floor, matching the pace of the rain. Fuck, I can’t wait to fall to my knees and drink her down.
She’s the storm I’ve been preparing for my entire life, changing how I view the entire world, forcing me to rebuild everything I thought I knew.
And it’s time to make her mine.
Without warning, I sink my fangs into her in tandem with filling her with every inch. She takes all eight to the hilt as thunder booms outside. Nariko calls out, her nails digging into my flesh so hard that the scent of my blood fills the air.
I growl into her throat, her blood filling my mouth in red, delicious waves.
My body becomes stronger with every swallow, finally giving me what I need. With another drag, Nariko’s muscles tighten around my cock, her orgasm sweetening her blood.
“Oh, fuck! Oakley! Oh god,” she moans. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.
Give me more. I want more of you. You feel so fucking good.
I love how big and thick you are. You’d better give me everything I need, or I will take it from you.
” Her heels dig into my lower back with every hard, punishing thrust I give her.
I retract my fangs, not wanting to take too much before I give her my blood. After that, she’ll be able to feed me for as long as I need, with how quickly she will regenerate it.
Licking my claim free of red, I watch in awe as my bite scars over.
It’s permanent.
She’s fucking mine.
And that’s all it takes for the rut to take over.
I slide out of her, and she tries to hold on to me in protest.
“No, don’t go. I need—”
“—I know what you need.” I kiss her plump lips, delving my tongue in her mouth, sweeping it across in hopes she can taste the nectar that has given me life again.
Does she know how addicting she is? Knowing she is what keeps me alive for the rest of all eternity has my cock become harder, more precome leaking in response to her heat.
I spin her around, shoving her against the wall. I put her on display like she’s a piece of art. “Arms above your head. Spread your legs.” I spank the small curve of her firm ass and growl in approval when she listens to me. “Good girl.”
Her body shivers from the praise, and I rake one nail down the divot of her spine to the dimples settled above her ass.
“So fucking beautiful, Sugar.” I wrap her long hair in my fist and pull her head back, igniting a yelp from her. “I want to be rough with you. I can’t until you drink from me. I have so much to give you,” I whisper into her ear, licking along the shell. “So much you’ll be begging for me to stop.”
“I’ll never beg for you to stop.”
I chuckle, pressing my girth between her cheeks as I align our bodies.
“We’ll see about that. You’ve never fucked a vampire.
You’ll be begging. I’ll make fucking sure of it.
” I keep her head tilted back and bite into my wrist, hovering it about her mouth.
“Open, if you want to take a step in completing the bond.”
A sliver of uncertainty takes hold of my heart. What if she doesn’t want the bond?
Her brown eyes look up at me, a deviant glare that I’ve fallen in love with over the last few days.
She hates being told what to do, even if she does what I say in the end.
Nariko grabs my arm and yanks my wrist to her mouth. Her teeth sink into the wound, biting me with blunt teeth. She sucks, pulling my blood into her body and knowing it’s dripping down her throat, binding to her soul, has my orgasm tighten my sack.
I don’t want a drop to go to waste.
In one full thrust, I’m sheathed inside her tight cunt, spilling my seed.
Unable to stop myself, I bite her shoulder as pleasure has my knees threatening to give out from under me.
I slam my fist against the wall, forming a crater, then drag my nails down, leaving grooves I will keep there for the rest of our lives.
An art piece I’ll admire of our claiming for eternities to come.
I kiss the back of her neck, my entire body shaking as our souls lock together. Her emotions ease into me this time. Happiness, pleasure, relief, and a little confusion wrap around my heart. I gasp, pulling her close, and rock against her slowly while she continues to suck on my wrist.
“Fuck,” I moan against her back, sliding in and out of her tight heat. “You’re so fucking wet, Sugar. So fucking tight.” I skim my claws down her stomach, reaching between her legs, and pinch her clit.
I yank her head back, breaking her mouth away from my arm.
Her lips are covered in my blood, her chin stained, and I curl over her, licking her clean.
Cupping her jaw, I trace her lips with my tongue before sealing us together in a messy kiss.
Our teeth clink together, our breaths colliding in desperate attempts not to fall apart.
“Can’t believe all of this is mine,” I snarl down her throat.
“You’re taking my cock so well, Nariko. You’re going to feel me for days.
Your pretty pussy is going to be sore, and I’m going to keep it like that every fucking day.
” I slam into her, my eyes zeroing in on the sweat beading across her back as she arches, her body moving in ways that only heighten my desire.
Every motion, every bend that allows her body to curve has my mouth watering.
No one is more seductive than my fated mate.