34. Thirty-Four
THIRTY-FOUR
J ax
The taste of Harley’s blood on my tongue is by far the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. I feel like an addict. Completely addicted to her with the smallest of hits. I can’t get enough. The only thing that forces me to stop is the feel of her slow breaths beneath me.
With the bridge of my nose pressed to her collar bone, I murmur, “Still with me, pretty girl?”
She hums her response softly. I bring my left hand up to her neck, pressing the tips of my fingers into her pulse point. It’s so slow—way too fucking slow. Holding my breath, I search for something to hold pressure beneath her collarbone.
“Zayden,” she whispers.
Panic starts to settle beneath my skin. She’s not clotting and losing more blood than she should be. Not only that…I took too much. I push up enough to stare down at her face. Her cheeks are drained of color and she can’t even keep her eyes open.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my mind running at warp speed.
Harley wets her lips and breathes, “Blood. You have to finish the mark.”
Her words come out in slow breathless puffs of air. It takes my mind a second to register what she’s saying. It’s a second too long for comfort.
I watch her head lull to the side before I scramble to take the knife from her limp fingers. Dragging the blade across the center of my palm, I drop the knife to the mattress and cradle her face.
One swipe of my palm across her lips is all it takes. She sucks in a sharp breath of air, her eyes snapping open and connecting with mine. With my heart in my throat, I watch the mark take place.
A white ring forms around her iris. It’s as white as the full moon high in the night sky every month. I listen as Harley’s heart picks up to just above her normal rate. Color fills her cheeks again, making it easier to breathe.
I grab her face with both my hands and breathe another curse as I smear blood across her cheek. I can’t form words as I stare into her eyes. I’m consumed by the possessiveness swelling in my chest.
Marked by my mark. Mine .
Snaking my arm beneath her, I flip us and bury my face into her hair. I feel her clench around my cock. I groan into her hair, the sound more wolf than man as it vibrates through my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I pin her to my chest. Her temperature slowly starts to climb before it matches mine.
“You’re gonna need to stay real still right now, Davidson,” I murmur into the curve of her neck.
“I…I can’t,” she whispers just before rolling her hips.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced shoots up my spine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I say through clenched teeth, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I feel her lips drag up my jaw before stopping at my ear. “Then don’t move.”
Harley’s palms press into my chest and she straightens her body. The view alone will kill me. I track my eyes up from where I disappear between her legs, burning the image of her into my mind for the rest of my fucking life.
And because I can’t help myself, I drag my palms over her hips, along the dip of her waist. Her soft skin in contrast with mine as I guide my hands up her ribs until I cup both her small breasts.
With my eyes on hers, I brush over her hardened nipples with my thumbs. A breath shudders out of her, the softest moan falling from her lips. The corner of my mouth lifts and I do it again. She slowly rolls her hips, making all my muscles shake. It’s taking every last bit of control I have not to flip her over and slam into her.
I focus all my energy on watching her. The scary part is, she looks like a fucking queen covered in my blood and hers. I have no doubt I’m just as bloody as she is. I can feel her blood drying on my skin.
It’s nefariously erotic, as much for her as it is for me. A fact that she proves as she reaches up and drags her fingers through the four inch cut she made. Harley’s hips move faster while she brings her fingers to my lips. I almost come from the gesture alone.
I part my lips, sucking her fingers into my mouth and flipping us until she’s beneath me again. The act makes her pupils dilate and a gasp fall past her lips. I need control as much as I need the air I breathe, but more than that, I need to see her fall apart.
I don’t have to tell her how reckless she was. We both know how badly that could’ve ended for both of us. She stares up at me, that white ring around the blue hue of her eyes driving me insane.
There’s no going back from this. She’s forever mine. Mine to have. Mine to protect. Mine to hold. Mine to love. Mine .
Sliding my hand behind her knee, I lift her leg and pull out of her before thrusting in deeper. Bringing my other hand between us, I gently stroke her clit. Harley’s back arches, her eyes going wide.
“Not the same as it was before,” I say in a low rumble.
“No,” she replies, a breathy moan falling from her lips. “It’s better.”
With each stroke of my thumb and pump of my hips, Harley’s breath comes faster. She’s so close and I’m right there with her. I have to hold back from pounding into her, losing myself in the moment as her walls tighten around me.
I let go of her leg and cup her breast. My hips move in time with the circles I make on her clit. Dragging my thumb over the peak of her dusty rose nipple, I roll it between my fingers. The sensation has her tipping over the edge. My name rolls off her tongue with a low moan. That’s all it takes for me to go still inside of her.
Harley’s eyes lock with mine as I come. Her orgasm dragging mine out, making me grind my teeth at the pleasure that rocks through my entire body.
I drop my body beside hers and she curls into my side. With her breaths fanning across my neck, I stare up at the ceiling. Her scent mingles with mine in the air, and I know with certainty that I’ll never get enough of this girl.