Chapter 5
I sink my fangs directly into his pulsing carotid…and I drink.
I drink the essence from Rogan—the blood that gives me strength like nothing else does. The dark chocolate and lusty merlot elixir that fuels me with energy, vigor, drive. That satiates that intense hunger I never knew existed before him.
The thick ambrosia coats my tongue, slides down my throat like bittersweet syrup. I close my eyes, and I take.
I take from him.
From this man who is everything to me.
Still, even with what I know, he’s everything to me. He’s inside me. Not just his blood, but his progeny.
And as I take from him, the tiny life inside me takes as well. My child will be strong and healthy and—
I yank my mouth from his neck, closing his wounds so he won’t bleed out.
“Princess…” he growls.
“No more…”
“Yes. Now, princess. You took from me, and now I’ll take from you.”
He turns me around so I’m facing the wall once more. The zing of his zipper sets my ears on fire, and—
“God!” I cry out as he thrusts his hard cock inside me.
“Mine,” he growls. “Always mine, Hannah.”
No. No. Not yours. Never yours.
Except the words don’t make it out of my throat. I know them to be true, but I resist. I resist so hard because my desire—my aching need—for this man, this wolf, overrides everything.
His thrusts consume me, and though I know in my head it’s all built on my father’s lies, in my heart, I know differently.
I feel differently.
But feelings…
Feelings can lie to you. They can make you think things that aren’t true. That aren’t…
“Mine, princess,” he snarls against my neck, scraping my flesh with his teeth.
I shiver beneath him, every part of him in every part of me. My head tells me to resist, but my body, my heart…
I can’t.
I can’t resist, so I surrender.
I surrender to the passion of our joining bodies, of our joining—
“God, yes!” I cry out as the orgasm takes me, fills me, shatters through me.
In this blind moment I don’t care about my father’s manipulation. I don’t care about the war in the ether. I don’t care that the door to this room is open and anyone can walk in and see us.
I undulate against him, meeting each thrust as I climb higher, a new climax building inside me.
He thrusts, thrusts, thrusts…
And I yield. I submit.
I allow him to fuck me into oblivion.
How I adore oblivion. Oblivion, where thoughts are fleeting and only raw urges matter. Where the outside ceases to exist and our bodies take over.
Oblivion….
“Fuck, princess,” he grits out as he releases inside me, filling me, captivating me…mating with me.
Mates.
Fucking mates.
Except…
We’re not.
I close my eyes as the last spasm of my orgasm works its way from my pussy, through my veins, to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Rogan stays inside me, still pinning me against the wall of the hospital closet. And I stay, keeping my eyes closed, waiting. Simply waiting.
Waiting for him to pull out.
A few moments later, he does just that, sliding his lips across my neck with a groan.
I turn, face him.
God, he’s beautiful. His hair is plastered against his face with perspiration, and his green eyes flecked with gold are heavy lidded but still on fire.
He zips and snaps his jeans into place, glaring at me. “Why did you leave, princess? Why?”
“You know why, Rogan. In your heart, you know.”
He cocks his head. “What are you talking about? You said you were leaving to prove your innocence. That you didn’t carve out those vamps’ hearts. You scrambled out of the bunker and into battle. You could have been killed, princess.”
“You didn’t come after me, Rogan.”
“Of course I did.”
“No. You didn’t. Not at first, and that speaks volumes, doesn’t it?”
“You’re not making sense.” He glances at the cracked door. “We need to leave. Go back. Our people need us.”
“Your people need you, Rogan. They don’t need me.”
“You are me, Hannah. Don’t you get that? You are me.”
He stalks toward me, and my knees weaken.
It’s manufactured, Hannah. It’s not real.
But—oh, God—it feels real. It feels so fucking real.
Especially when his lips descend on mind again.