33. Rina
THIRTY-THREE
rina
Ezra carried me out onto the balcony, the blood moon high in the sky.
It was larger than I could have ever imagined; the red hue shining back at us.
One month had passed since the wards had broken in Pleasant Grove, and the world hadn’t fallen apart.
In fact, everything seemed better now. Brighter, even.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured as he set me down on my feet, wrapping his arms around my middle as we both looked up at the sky. You could see every star here, miles away from civilization. Unlike Pleasant Grove, his manor was isolated—peaceful. I loved it.
“You’re the most gorgeous, stunning thing I’ve ever beheld, witch,” he murmured against my neck. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I can’t believe I almost threw away any chance of this,” I admitted, running a hand down the side of his face. “That I ever rejected you.”
“I don’t blame you,” Ezra said, his voice rough. “I know how unexpected this was. I never expected to find you, especially not a witch.”
I placed my hands over his, leaning my head back so I could look up at him.
I thought back to when we’d first met, how closed off he’d been.
How dark his aura had been, how much it had freaked me out.
“After everything that happened with Ravenna, I don’t blame you.
I can only imagine how seeing me brought up all those bad feelings. ”
He hummed. “That’s the thing; it didn’t.
Not really. I never looked at you and saw her.
It wasn’t until I saw you in the same place that I could even see the resemblance.
But you were never like her, either. Never power hungry or wanting me to become something I wasn’t.
” His lips dipped to my ear. “Thank you for seeing me, Sabrina. The vampire that enjoys roses and old cars and saving the world from monsters because it’s the only way I don’t feel like one myself. ”
I shut my eyes as he swayed us slowly, just enjoying the feeling of being held like this in front of the full moon.
“There’s something I haven’t mentioned about the blood moon,” Ezra mumbled, lips pressed against my neck. There was a red haze over his eyes, a drive that seemed to override everything else.
“Yes?” I murmured, trying not to gasp as he nibbled my skin. Not enough to break the surface, but enough for arousal to pool between my legs.
Looking back, I found his eyes dark—so black; almost all the red of his irises was gone. “It does something to us. Strengthens us, empowers us. But it also causes something else.”
I could barely answer with a, “uh-huh?” as Ezra slid the zipper down my back, letting the velvet material slide to the ground. I hadn’t worn a bra—not with the neckline of the gown—and my nipples were exposed to the air, hardening as Ezra’s fingers covered them, fiddling with my piercings.
“Blood moon lust,” he answered. “It makes us a little feral. I’ve been holding back all night, Sabrina. Every time your scent hit me, it was all I could do not to pull you to the side and ravage you right there.”
“I wouldn’t have minded,” I murmured. I should be embarrassed that I was admitting I was open to a little exhibitionism, but I wasn’t. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if he took me right here on the balcony.
He turned me to face him, body shuddering, like he was barely hanging on. “I know. My perfect, filthy little witch.” His hand curled around my hip. “Always eager and willing for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, and he carried me inside—in front of the large mirror.
Ezra stood behind me once again. “I want you to watch as I pleasure you, my belladonna. Want you to see what I see.” He scraped his teeth over my neck as he cupped my breasts.
“Please,” I begged, not sure what I was even asking for.
His dark eyes met mine in the mirror. “And to think, you once told me you’d never be begging me.”
“Ezra,” I moaned as he flicked my nipples. “I need—” Something. Anything.
He dropped to his knees, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, and I watched with bated breath as he slid his hands up my legs, his fingers transformed into his vampire claws.
Like he couldn’t control the vampire, the monster under his skin. I wanted it—all of him.
“Show me where you want me to bite you,” Ezra murmured, nuzzling his face against my thigh.
“Fuck,” I muttered as he covered my slit with his mouth, tongue running through my entrance.
Ezra’s hand pressed against my stomach, holding me in place as he devoured me.
Where did I want his bite? Anywhere. Everywhere.
“Right there,” I told him, curling my fingers into his hair and tugging, forcing him against me even harder.
He nibbled, sucked, and licked at my clit, and just when I thought I was going to come, he pulled away, black eyes meeting mine.
I whimpered as his fangs dragged over my skin, and then he slid two fingers inside me as he sank them into my thigh, and I came instantly, the sensations crashing over me in waves.
“Oh, gods,” I cried out, barely able to hold myself up.
He didn’t let up, drinking deeper as he pumped his fingers into me, not stopping even though I’d already come once. Ezra had succumbed to the lust coursing through his body—that need from the blood moon that had caused this lust.
My cunt squeezed his fingers, every thrust matched with a throb from my aching pussy. I needed him inside, needed him to fill me with that magnificent, monster cock.
When he finally pulled back, fangs not retracted, my blood dripping from them, he ran his tongue over his lips. “You taste like mine,” he murmured, his voice even deeper than normal.
“Yes,” I told him. “I am. I’m yours.”
He growled, standing up—his clothes gone in a flash—and then pushed me forward just a little, positioning himself behind me. My hands pressed against the mirror as he slid inside, giving me every inch.
Ezra grunted as he bottomed out inside of me, and gods, something about watching him fuck me from behind made me wetter.
He drove me crazy in the best way, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
Not anymore. His nails dug into my hips as he thrust mercilessly, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.
Just two stories below us, hundreds of vampires were gathered in the ballroom, dancing while possibly engaging in their own debauchery, but up here, it was just us.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” I could feel him growing and changing inside of me, that strange sensation of his tip swelling as it pressed against that spot inside of me, my second orgasm of the night crashing over me.
Nevertheless, he didn’t stop. Whatever primal senses were ruling him, turning him into this feral vampire who needed to use my body, I didn’t want him to stop. “More.”
He groaned, hips rocking frantically. I thrust backwards, enjoying the feeling as his knot rubbed against my opening with each thrust, working its way inside. I moaned as it rubbed against my clit, the stimulation giving me exactly what I needed. “Right there.”
With a feral grunt, he pushed it inside me, and a scream slipped from my lips—and then I could feel him, his release pouring inside, filling me with his cum.
“Fuck,” he muttered as his cock twitched inside me, every thrust accompanied by another burst, until I was so full I felt like I could burst. There was so much, it seeped out of me, dripping down his shaft and onto my thighs, making me a sticky mess.
Still, he didn’t pull out, keeping himself buried deep inside with his knot.
Ezra wrapped his body tight around mine, pulling me up and into him so I could see that spot where he was still buried in me, only the bottom of his knot visible as he spread my legs, holding me in the air.
“I’m going to be leaking you for days,” I murmured, eyes meeting his in the mirror.
They were back to his normal red hue, though there was still some of that red haze—the blood moon lust—remaining.
“That’s the idea,” he told me, teeth scraping at my ear. “The more you smell like me, the less the other vampires will want to taste you.”
I patted the side of his head. “You’re just a feral, possessive thing, aren’t you, my vampire?”
His eyes shut as he breathed in deeply. “I am, Rina. But only for you.” He carried us to the bed, not bothering to pull out, every step making his knot pull at my entrance.
Hundreds of candles were illuminated in the room, along with dozens of bouquets of roses from the greenhouse. It was perfect. And all I wanted was more. If he was insatiable, so was I.
Rotating me, he sat on the bed, pressing kisses to my nipples as his cock hardened again.
“Again, already?” I asked, eyes wide. There were no limits to his stamina—I already knew that, but this felt swifter than usual.
Ezra hummed, eyes bright, mouth wide—fangs displayed. Every bit the vampire. “Oh, sweetheart. I don’t plan on letting you sleep tonight.”
“I think the blood moon is going to be my new favorite night,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He grinned. “Every night with you is my new favorite night.”
My vampire kissed the ring he’d put there, the ruby stone shining back at me, looking just like his eyes.
And I knew no matter what had gotten us here—me rejecting him, the road trip and being stuck together, every time we’d lied to ourselves that it was just sex, just him drinking my blood—it had all been for a reason.
To get us both to open our hearts to this possibility.
This future.
The one where I really was eternally his.