Chapter 20
LEAH
The pain is brief and white-hot before it blooms into pleasure so quickly that my head spins. My body spasms. My slayer instincts scream at me to run, to stab, to tear myself away on his fangs.
Shit.
I feel like I’m melting.
“Leah?” Marcus’s voice is a growl against my neck. He’s shaking with the effort of restraining himself. I just got him to agree to this. I have to get control of my body.
“Nothing is wrong.” I clear my throat. “I was surprised. Keep going.”
He bites again, and this time there’s no pain.
I’m slapped with need. An ocean of it. I brace a palm on the wall, but it doesn’t help.
If anything, it shifts me more firmly against his mouth, makes his fangs sink deeper.
I cry out at the ocean of pleasure and the shrieking of my instincts that urge me to stake him and flee.
Marcus makes a sound in his chest. His hand comes up to cradle my head. His fingers weave through my hair and his hand at my waist urges me closer. I force my heart rate to lower.
He pulls at my throat with his mouth, and sensation arrows between my legs. It grows as he sucks, each pulse spinning heat through me.
It feels like I will dissolve if he keeps going.
My breaths are more like pants in the quiet bathroom. I try desperately to keep quiet, even as a whimper rises in my throat. I have to maintain control. He could rip out my throat. He could drain me.
It feels impossible, like I’m swimming in warm honey. Each pull of his mouth threatens to drag me under.
Get it together, Leah.
My nipples pinch as he draws firmly on my throat.
“Slayer,” he rasps. “Let go.”
“No.”
I can’t let go. What does that make me? It makes me just like everyone else who has fallen prey to his spell. I have to be better. I’m a slayer, for fuck’s sake, not a foolish human who met him in a club.
His hand drops to my thigh. I squirm with pleasure at the contact.
“Leah,” he croons. He isn’t biting me anymore, and I want to cry. I’m so close. Pleasure is coiled tight in my stomach, and I shake with need.
He feels it.
“Let go,” he demands before he bites me again. A moan rips from my throat. His hips jerk.
My thoughts short out at the feel of him under me.
He’s hard.
He’s hard for me. He feels the way I do. I can’t think past the demands of my body, the need to finish.
Just once. I’ll let him sweep me away just once. I let my lids flutter shut and my hips punch forward.