Page 67 of Vendetta

Primal instinct drove me to mark her, claim her. She was mine. The harder I fought against that fact, the more impossible it was to ignore.

My gums ached with the need to sink my teeth into her flesh, so everyone would know she belonged to me. Mine!

Her hips rolled, sliding her hot core over my length, dripping that sweet slick across my already throbbing flesh. I owed her the knot I’d withheld in the field when I’d had her pinned and alone under me, drenched in moonlight. The memory of the torture it had been holding back from her had barely been eclipsed by the days we’d spent fucking her through her heat.

The heavy weight of reality pressed uncomfortably on my chest, and I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to have to hurt you, cariño. I’m going to have to kill you.”

As if having a mind of its own, my cock surged up against her entrance. I had no say as her thick, juicy hips rolled at the perfect angle, pressing me deep into that hot, wet channel. We both groaned, finally getting what we most desperately wanted.

I buried my nose in her hair, breathing her in as she rocked against me, setting a hypnotic pattern that dragged me to the brink. We couldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this, but as my hands roamed over her curves—her perfect swells giving under the intense pressure of my grip—I was lost.

One of her hands brushed past my face, moving her hair aside, baring her flawless neck where her hoodie had slid off her shoulder, as if inviting my claim. I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t, but Ollie’s words echoed in my ears. Claim her, take her, keep her for ourselves.

Saliva gathered on my tongue, imagining what it would feel like to sink my teeth into her. The urge to claim her burned through every rational reason not to.

Her tits pressed up and into my palm as her head fell back. Her throat fluttered with her racing pulse. I could feel the heat of her skin on my lips.

It was agony.

Her cunt gripped my cock with every slow, measured thrust, teasing me toward the edge of a cliff I knew there was no coming back from. Did I want that? Did I want her forever? My grip closed around her nipple, crushing it between my fingers, and her pussy clenched around my length. Breathy whines oozed from her lips, intoxicating me. My free hand slipped down to her clit and strummed against the sensitive nub, drawing her toward that edge with me.

Did she know what she awakened in me?

The monster that had been so tightly leashed until now.

Her body writhed in time with the steady rhythm that my fingers and lips played out on her body. She tightened like a string nearing its breaking point. My balls tingled as my knot swelled, stretching her open and pulling the sweetest sounds from her lungs.

“Good girl. You want to come all over my knot, don’t you? You’re so close, bella. I can feel your beautiful pussy quivering for me.”

I groaned as the luscious quaking grew more intense.

Her moans soared and her writhing grew more erratic, but the hot curve of her neck was right there under my lips. The press of my kiss wasn’t enough. My jaw opened, tasting her flesh on my tongue. My teeth ached as she started to beg.

“Please, Nico. Yes, please. I’m so close. Don’t fucking stop.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly, and her body shuddered.

I closed my eyes as my knot slid home, lodging deep inside her hot, grasping cunt and my balls unloaded jets of scorching cum into her womb. My teeth burned against the frantically pulsing flesh as it gave under the pressure of my bite. My cock throbbed, flooding her with another rush of hot release, and she screamed. Smoky blood rushed across my tongue and down my throat as I banded my arms around her chest, holding her in place. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

For that one second, everything was right in the world. Her trembling body was trapped on my knot… her heaving breasts hot in my hands. Her tiny moans were filled with exhaustion as she recovered, laying sprawled on my chest.

And then my eyes opened, locking with the shadowed gaze of my pack mates.

My heartbeat stuttered to a stop just as my stomach dropped straight to the fucking floor. What had I just done?

My teeth slid free from the perfectly shaped bite mark I’d left on Rosa’s neck. On the other side of the pool, coming up from the path to the barn, Oliver turned ghostly pale, and Cruz‘s mouth dropped open.

A rush of warm sensation filled my chest. Rosa’s contentment nestled right up next to the rest of my pack’s shock, purring like a well-satisfied kitten. Her eyes were still closed, her head laid back on my shoulder, but the sound of the pack returning had her blinking her eyes open.

Seeing their expressions, her brows pulled together in confusion. “What? What’s wrong?”

She grabbed the hem of her hoodie and pulled it down to cover where I was still locked inside her. “What happened?”

I said nothing, holding her gently on my chest, full of self-loathing.

What happened, indeed?

As if this shit could get any more complicated. I breathed out, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Feeling the movement of air over the wetness of blood, her hand flew to her neck, right where my bite lingered.

She flinched as her fingers made contact with the wound. “Ow, what the fuck?”