Page 23 of Blood Moon Bound

She did. She sank her fangs into my throat, her nails sinking into my skin and latching on as she drank and whimpered, rocking her hips again as another surge of need hit her with the taste of my blood.

“Do you want my fingers, little one?” Was that my voice?

She whimpered again and nodded as she drew deeply on my vein.

I gathered up her juices to ease the way, then covered her opening and carefully pushed inside. My finger was a lot bigger than hers, and she gasped but spread her thighs wider, silently asking for more. I pushed deeper, groaning at how tight and hot she felt as waves of hunger pounded over me with every pull she took on my vein.

She started rocking faster against my hand, fucking my finger, and I wasn’t sure how I did it, but I managed to stop myself from throwing her down, tearing my pants open, and claiming her when everything inside me roared for me to do it. I slid deeper, working her inside, rubbing over the spot that would make her come hard, giving her the pleasure she’d been denied for far too long.

When she pulled away with a scream and came again, around my finger this time, her tight pussy soaking my hand.

She collapsed against me again, making small contented sounds that slid through my chest, settling in. She took several more lazy pulls on my vein, then licked, sealing it. Then she went limp, her breathing growing heavy.

She’d passed out on me.

I sat there, hard as fuck, not sure what the hell to do.

It was a long time before I finally stood and carried her to her bed.

And even longer before I dragged myself from her room and went to mine.

Seven

DELPHINE

I looked at myself in the mirror. The gown I selected was deep blue with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. I ran my hands over the soft fabric as I took in my reflection. Alice had helped me with my hair and makeup, and I was wearing my silver sandals again.

There was a knock at the door. “You ready?” Constantine called.

Nerves zipped around in my belly. He was meeting with a couple of his brothers tonight, and they were bringing their brides. I really wanted to make a good impression.

The door opened. “Delphine?”

I turned.

Constantine stood in the door, wearing a dark suit that clung to his muscled body. The dress shirt he wore underneath was open at the throat and he was freshly shaven. His gaze traveled over me, slowly. He said nothing.

I ran my hands down my sides, my nerves growing even more. “Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful.”

Warmth filled me.

He held his arm out.

“Do you think the other females will like me?” I asked as I took it, unable to keep my fears in any longer.

“Yes,” he said, and led me down the stairs.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

We walked out to the car and Morgan and another male sat in the front. We got in the back and I tried not to fidget as we headed into the city.

“You’re nervous,” Constantine said beside me.

“I’ve never done anything like this before. You won’t leave me alone, will you?”