I slid a hand between us, cupping the heat between her thighs. Her hips bucked into my hand, a soft moan spilling from her lips as I slid a finger inside her. She was hot, tight, and so damn ready.
“Gods, Meera,” I breathed, watching her grind against my palm. “You feel so damn good.”
“More,” she gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders. “I want more, and I don’t want it slow.”
I pulled my hand away and lined myself up in one fluid motion. “I can give you more,” I growled, voice thick. I angled my hips, grasping my cock in hand to notch it at her entrance. In one hard thrust I pushed inside her, burying myself to the hilt.
Her head fell back, a sound that was half gasp, half curse escaping her lips. She clenched around me, tight and perfect and fucking mine. I hissed, holding still. For a second, I couldn’t move. I was too far gone just from the feel of her wrapped around me.
“Fuck me, Vareck,” she said, voice ragged.
I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her with a force that sent water splashing around us. Meera met me thrust for thrust, her legs locked around my waist, her nails scoring down my back in open challenge. Her moans turned desperate, wrecked, as I pounded into her, the slap of skin on skin making the water start to wave.
“Harder,” she begged, breathless. “Don’t hold back.”
So I didn’t.
I gripped her ass with both hands as I angled my hips just right. She cried out, her whole body trembling as I hit the spot that made her legs quake. “Right there,” she choked. “Gods—right there. Please ...”
“I’ve got you,” I growled, thrusting harder as the telltale flutters of her inner walls began to quicken. “Come for me, Meera.”
Within moments, her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body clenching tight around me, drawing a snarl from deep in my chest. I followed her over the edge seconds later, burying myself one final time as I spilled inside her, stars bursting behind my eyes.
And everything in me screamed to mark her.
My fangs lengthened, a flash of pain behind my gums as the beast in me surged forward. My mouth found the spot where her neck met her shoulder—the space where instinct saidhere. My body begged. My soul howled.
She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to me, trusting and wrecked and glowing with the aftermath of pleasure. Her lips were parted, her breath shaky.
I hovered there, teeth grazing skin. Her pulse thundered beneath my tongue.
“Vareck,” she whispered, dazed but steady. “Are you going to…?”
My voice was hoarse when I answered, teeth trembling with restraint. “I want to. Every part of me is screaming for it.”
She hesitated—just a breath. Barely a shift in her heartbeat.
But I felt it.
And I pulled back.
Not away—never that. But I dragged my lips down her neck instead, slow and deliberate, letting my fangs retract. With a growl of frustration I bit down, not hard enough to breakskin, but hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to claim without crossing her line.
Her body jolted, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as I sucked. Her thighs clamped tighter around my waist, her hands fisting in my hair as I slowly pumped into her again.
“Vareck—fuck,” she gasped, eyes flying open, pupils blown wide. Her whole body trembled as her second orgasm overtook her, unexpected and raw.
I held her through it, teeth still latched to the new bruise blooming across her neck. Her nails raked my back, her hips twitching with aftershocks.
When I finally pulled back, breathless, I looked down at the mark I’d left; red, angry, and shaped by my need.
Not a bite.
But it was a promise.
“I’ll wait,” I murmured against her skin, voice low and reverent. “But make no mistake, Meera. That spot is mine.”
She turned her head, eyes heavy-lidded and shining with something deeper than lust. “I know,” she whispered. “And when I’m ready, you’ll be the only one I give it to.”
