19. Ezra
NINETEEN
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Rina swayed her hips in a way that had me in a trance as she padded towards my bed, only wearing that tiny fucking black nightgown. It clung to her curves, lace covering the red cups that kept her nipples from me.
Gods, I wanted to fucking devour her.
That was what she’d asked for, after all. Just sex. Using each other for orgasms and blood.
But she was wrong about one thing—this could never be an even trade. Not when she was giving me her body, and all I was doing was taking. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to say no.
She perched herself on the edge of my bed, quirking an eyebrow like she thought she was in charge. My witch had no idea what filthy thoughts were running through my mind, about how I wanted to take her, to cover her in bites as I thrust into her from behind.
There would be nothing soft about this.
“Are you sure?” I asked, dragging my fingers through my hair.
Rina leaned back on her arms, thrusting her tits out, giving me an even more mouthwatering view of the woman who seemed to tempt me and drive me mad at every turn. “Yes.”
I was on her in a flash, roughly gripping her chin. “It won’t be sweet or caring.”
“I don’t want that,” she retorted. “Just fuck me, vampire. Fuck me like you hate me. Like you want to punish me for every time I drove you crazy.”
Growling, I pushed her onto the bed, sliding her nightgown up until her thighs were bare and parted for me.
Two fingers plunged into her tight, wet heat as I sank my teeth into her outer thigh, and her whole body seemed to jerk as she let out a long moan.
I knew how much it turned her on to have my fangs inside her—and how much she hated it.
But at the moment, I didn’t care how disgusted she was by her body’s reaction to her mate. I couldn’t stop.
Not when she tasted so fucking good, and her insides were wetter with every thrust inside. Rina dug her fingers into my hair, clawing at my scalp as the taste of her blood bloomed on my tongue, her essence filling me, blood richer than anything I’d ever tasted.
I drank for several moments as I kept fucking her with my fingers, watching her writhe and moan from my touch alone. It made me feel like a god, the way I had her falling apart when I hadn’t even been inside her yet.
My thirst sated—for now—I withdrew my fangs, scraping them over her bare skin as she whined. I didn’t bother to close the wound with a flick of my tongue; instead, I let her blood trickle out onto her skin.
When I pulled my fingers out—denying her orgasm again—she groaned, glaring up at me. “What the hell, Ezra?”
Standing to my full height, I towered over her, unbuttoning my shirt.
I grinned, feeling like the monster she thought I was.
“You think you get to come that easily?” Clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth, I let my eyes trace every inch of her body.
“The only time you’ll be coming is on my cock, when it’s buried deep inside of you.
” Pushing her nightgown up further, I splayed my fingers over her bare skin.
“You want that, don’t you, my filthy little witch? ”
I unzipped my pants, letting my thick length free as I fisted my hardened erection. “All of this is going to be in you, and I won’t stop, not even if you cry.” I could smell her arousal deepening—fuck, she actually liked this.
“On your hands and knees,” I ordered.
She looked—gods, she looked beautiful and livid. Rina crossed her legs, though she couldn’t close them completely with how I stood between her thighs. “You’re not in charge here.”
Flipping her over, I pushed her onto her hands and knees, giving me the perfect access to push inside her pretty pink pussy. I smirked. “Actually, darling, I am.”
I rammed inside her with no warning, the first stroke into her wet cunt taking me by surprise. Gods, she felt incredible.
“You see, you’re in my manor,” I said, giving her a punishing thrust. “Which means my house.” Thrust. “My rules.” My woman. I rammed into her harder.
She cried out as I bit her once again, this time on her upper arm as I flattened my body over hers, continuing to rut her from behind. My mate. She could hate me all she wanted, but she couldn’t deny how much she was enjoying this.
“Ezra,” Rina moaned, letting her head fall forward. “Ezra. Fuck.”
I wrapped her long, dark brown hair into my fist, tugging back her head until her eyes met mine. “Out there, we can do this little song and dance, but in here? I have control.” I scraped my teeth up her arm, pressing them against her neck. I wouldn’t bite her there, but fuck if I didn’t want to.
Rina cried out again as an orgasm burst through her, and the feeling of her clenching against my cock made me close. Too close.
“Oh goddess,” she said with a gasp. Her fingers curled into the sheets, clutching for purchase as I bottomed out inside her again.
“No goddess here,” I rasped against her ear. “No one to save you from the big, bad vampire.”
Yanking her hips back, I gripped them roughly, my claws digging into her perfect skin as I pounded into her.
Every hard, punishing stroke felt as if I was taking my anger out on her perfect body.
My wrath over this woman who seemed engineered by the gods to drive me crazy.
The irritation I felt when she fought with me.
How fucking badly I wanted her, despite everything that had happened between us.
The rage I felt imagining her with another man one day.
No, she was mine.
With one last growl, I came inside her, only remembering partway through to pull out.
My cum spilled across her back, her skin painted white with my seed.
Some primal part of me was satisfied seeing her covered in it—knowing my scent would remain on her long after she showered.
It would, at the very least, keep others away from her so they knew whose she was.
And fuck—she wasn’t mine, she’d made that clear. But as long as she wanted this, even if it was only for sex and nothing more, I wouldn’t say no.
Rina was panting as she looked at me over her shoulder, still on her knees. “I’m assuming you’re satisfied? Or did you not have enough?”
My lip curled up in a grin—exposing my fangs. “No. We’re barely even getting started.”
She let out a small shriek as I pulled her into my lap and peeled the nightgown off her body, exposing her breasts to me. Exposing those rose-colored nipples, each pierced with a barbell.
“Pretty.” I let out a humming sound as I pinched her nipple, twisting slightly. In all my imaginings of her naked body, I’d never pictured them pierced. Damn, I liked it.
She let out a gasp of pleasure. “My breasts?”
“Mhm.” My only response was to tilt my head down, roughly running my tongue over the hardened peak, playing with the metal piercing in my mouth, wondering what it would be like to drink directly from here.
I’d heard tales from others about the best places to bite a mate.
How sinking into a woman’s clit was so pleasurable, some even passed out.
She moaned, wiggling against my cock, perched against her entrance. While I’d come once, I was still hard for her, my stamina far exceeding any human man. I could orgasm multiple times while maintaining an erection, though I’d never experienced it quite like this before.
Rina lifted her hips up, impaling herself on my length as I continued to lavish her breasts with attention, loving every moan she made from the rough tugs on the piercing. She rocked back and forth on my erection, every movement somehow forcing me deeper inside her.
She screamed as I bit down on her breast, closing my eyes in pleasure as I drank from her once more. I was careful not to take too much—not when I was dependent on her blood.
What would she think if she realized I could only drink from her? That the reason I hadn’t drank from anyone, even from blood bags—was because I couldn’t? I didn’t want to burden her with that information. Didn’t want her to feel guilty about how she held my life in her hands. Because it would.
“Want you to come just like this,” I told her, pulling off her breast and nuzzling my face against the other. “Riding my cock as I drink from you.”
Rina’s head tipped back, her elongated neck exposed to me.
I growled, my hands tightening on her waist as I helped her fuck herself on my cock.
“Yes. That’s it. You like it hard, don’t you?
Such a dirty girl.” I nipped at her skin, giving her love bites everywhere—not hard enough to break the surface, but enough that she anticipated my teeth in her once more.
Watching her come apart as I drank from her was one of the most satisfying sensations.
“Yes,” she cried. “It’s so good. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promised, bouncing her in my lap, my eyes practically rolling into the back of my head. I didn’t need to drink more blood, but I couldn’t help but take her opposite breast, sucking it down, the bite causing both of us to orgasm again.
It would be a long night before I was satisfied enough to let her go.
Rina’s eyes were shut, her body covered in bite marks, each with a small trickle of blood marring her perfect skin.
“Fuck,” I muttered, watching her sleep. What had I done? I’d been an animal. Taken her roughly, drank from her however I liked, and fucked her raw. My seed still leaked from her cunt, dripping in a way that fascinated me.
Had it ever been so alluring before? No. But something about my mate being filled with my cum was different. I wanted to push it back into her, to be assured that it all stayed inside, that possessive side of me needing assurance that she was mine.
Sliding my arms underneath Rina, I picked her up, carrying her into my bathroom.
It was the largest in the house—after all; I was the master of the estate—with a giant tub set into the floor, large enough for multiple bodies.
I ran her a steaming bath as I appreciated the way my bites looked against her tanned skin.
Part of me hoped she wouldn’t wake up for this. Caring for her was too tender. Too raw. I didn’t want her to see through the mask I wore—the vampire who didn’t care if his mate wanted to break the bond—and look deeper. But I couldn’t leave her like this, either.
I ran my tongue over each bite mark, the saliva and magic stitching the wounds shut within seconds, before easing into the warm water with her between my thighs.
She let out a satisfied moan, not stirring as her head rested against my chest.
“Is this what it would be like?” I asked her, knowing she wouldn’t hear me.
“If we had actually tried to make this work?” If her first reaction hadn’t been asking how to get rid of me, could we have ended up here naturally?
Me, taking care of her. Giving her everything she asked for and more.
Always more. I’d give her anything and everything to make her happy.
Rina didn’t answer—of course not. Her body slumbered on, clearly exhausted from the rough pounding I’d given her. As I carefully pumped soap into my hands, cleaning her body, enjoying her little sounds she made as I slid my hands all over her skin, I couldn’t help but wonder why.
Why had fate given me a mate who wanted nothing to do with me?
Was there no way to make her mine—truly mine?
I brushed the hair off her neck, my knuckles running over that tender spot where I wanted my mark to sit.
The mark that would cement the bond, that would complete us, everything she’d fought so hard against.
But forcing her would only end in despair, in a life I wouldn’t have chosen for anyone.
“Damn you, Rina Hallow,” I whispered to the quiet of the steamy room.
Damn you for making me want something I can never have…
You.