Page 28 of Blood Moon Bound

“Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you.”

“Why do you sound like that?”

The car stopped and Constantine shoved the door open before Morgan could open it for him, taking me with him, and carried me toward the house.

“Constantine?” His gaze was focused straight ahead. “Are you going to touch me again?”

“Fuck, yes,” he said and slammed his mouth down on mine again as we walked through the door and headed upstairs.

Eight

CONSTANTINE

I took the stairs two at a time, my little bride wrapped around me. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this, this wasn’t the plan. But I wasn’t strong enough to say no, not when she so innocently said the things she’d just said.

She wasn’t ready to be fucked, no matter how wet she was. But I could touch her again. I could make her come for me over and over again. I’d go insane if I didn’t.

This time her need didn’t come about from feeding, no, this time she just craved pleasure, and wanted me to give it to her, badly. The monster would tear the fucking walls down if I didn’t.

After talking to Rainer and Stefan, I knew my brothers were struggling as well. We might be cold and ruthless, but nothing had prepared us for this, for these innocent, bewildering, maddening, fucking mesmerizing females. I fisted Delphine’s hair and kissed her more deeply. Her tongue tentatively touched mine again, and I was fucking lost.

I stormed down the hall to my bedroom door and kicked it open. The last couple of weeks had been torture with her just in the next room. Imagining her lying there all alone, so close, but not allowing myself to go to her.

Striding to the bed, I laid her across it, coming down on top of her. Her small body molded to mine. I was a big male, like my brothers, one of the biggest of our race, and Delphine was petite even by human standards, all the females at the ceremony had been. I had to be careful with her. Even if I wanted to fuck her now, I couldn’t. She’d need to be prepared first, eased into it. But mating her wasn’t the plan. I couldn’t make her mine, and I had to resist it with everything in me.

For my sake, and for Delphine’s.

Nothing had changed. I was going to kill Douglas, a male she’d grown up with, who was like a father to her. Making her mine was pointless because she’d want nothing to do with me after I killed that fucker. I’d had to make a choice, claiming my mate or avenging Samara.

As desperately as I craved the little female under me, I couldn’t let Douglas get away with what he’d done.

Delphine didn’t know any different. Didn’t know what sex was, or what it entailed, and I didn’t plan on enlightening her. Gathering up her gown, I pushed it higher, and the scent of her slick pussy intensified. I rolled her to her side, slid down the zipper of her gown, and tugged it below her shoulders.

“Constantine…what are you doing?”

“I’m going to pleasure you, little one,” I said. “You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes…yes, I want it. But why are you taking off my dress? I just want you to touch me between my legs.”

Jesus, so damn innocent? “Let me show you.”

I dragged her dress off and bit out a curse at the sight of her. The gentle mounds of her breasts wrapped in lace, the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs, the way her damp panties clung to her delicate slit, making my mouth water to taste her.

Instead, I kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around me, those pointed nails of hers scoring my back as she squirmed beneath me, wrapping her thighs around my waist on instinct alone.

My hips surged forward, and I growled when the hard length of my cock brushed over her hot pussy. Somehow, I fought the impulse to tear her underwear off and impale her on my cock, and instead kissed my way down her slender throat. But fighting how much I wanted her was only made harder by the fact that this female was made for me. Everything about her drew me in, that was just how it was. Her scent, her voice, the shape of her body, the color of her hair, and though she hadn’t seen it at first through her fear, it was the same for her. Everything about me was made to entice her.

How the fuck was I going to fight this?

I shoved the thought from my mind and focused on pleasuring my bride. Undoing her bra, I tugged it down her arms and revealed her soft breasts and peach-colored nipples. They were small and tight, and I sucked one into my mouth with a groan. Delphine cried out, her fingers thrusting into my hair as she wriggled and rocked against me. I grabbed her hip with one hand to still her, anymore friction and I’d disgrace myself. Something I hadn’t done since I first discovered what my cock could do.

I was known for my control, for my ability to please a female, to hold my own release back until she was sweaty and spent and shaking, and now this beautiful, naive, little female had me close to coming in my trousers and I’d only sucked her nipples.

She grabbed at my shirt when I sucked more firmly, pinching and teasing the other at the same time. The sound of fabric rending filled the room. She was still learning her own strength. After feeding from me, all she was meant to be was starting to be realized. She’d torn my shirt right down the back. I lifted and tugged it off, and she took in my upper body with hungry eyes, her hands sliding over my chest, my abdominals, the warrior tattoos covering my skin.

The look in her eyes had my stomach trembling and my fucking hands shaking. It was too much. I fell on her again and sucked and kissed my way down her ribs, over her belly.