Bound in Sin (Bound #3)(8)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Almost.

“Drake?”

He loved the way she whispered his name.

He dropped the jeans and stepped into the shower. Then he positioned his body near hers. “You’re drinking from me.” He’d be her first at this, just as he’d been the first to take her body.

But she shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” He pulled her against him. The water covered them both. Washing away the blood and death. Drake tilted his head to the side. His fingers curled around her chin, and he pulled her toward him. “Just start with a kiss.”

Her lips feathered over his skin.

His c**k hardened even more–and the damn thing had already been swollen with need.

Her tongue slid out and licked the side of his neck. The small touch sent a rush of hot need surging through him.

He was supposed to be suffering through this. Giving her sustenance, nothing more. Dealing with the pain of her bite–

Only there wasn’t any pain yet.

Only pleasure.

“I-I can’t,” she told him again and tried to pull away.

Fuck that.

His hands locked tighter around her. He pushed her back, caging her against the tiled wall of the shower. Then his mouth took hers.

He knew one thing about vampires and their bloodlust…sex and blood were always tied for the vamps.

Sex and blood.

Her mouth opened beneath his. She kissed him back with a hunger to match his. If this was her when she was weak…

He couldn’t wait to see her when Paige was back at full strength.

His tongue slipped into her mouth. Tasted. Enjoyed the moan that rose in the back of her throat.

His c**k thrust eagerly toward her, pushing hard because he damn well wanted to be inside of her.

Would be…soon.

His breath heaved out when he lifted his head. “Drink from me.”

The edge of her fangs glistened behind her slick lips.

Drake lifted his hand to his throat. His claws were out, and he sliced a thin line down the side of his throat. The better to tempt his little vamp.

The darkness of her pupils expanded in her eyes. “Drake.”

“I want you to drink from me.”

Her gaze was on the blood that dripped down his throat. Her fangs were lengthening. “Don’t…don’t let me hurt you.”

What was a little pain? Sometimes, it could even make the pleasure sweeter. He’d learned that lesson long ago, but he just told her, “You won’t.”

Her mouth went back to his throat. Kissed the skin. Sucked lightly along his flesh.

Damn. He held onto his control with every ounce of strength he had. But her body was wet, soft, and smooth. Her silken legs rubbed against his. Her br**sts–tight with those pebbled ni**les–pushed into his chest.

Then she licked at the blood on his throat.

His teeth ground together. His c**k was so aroused that he felt like he’d erupt any minute.

Only in her.

She moaned low in her throat and licked him again. Again. She sucked his flesh once more, and he felt the score of her teeth on him.

Okay, this is it. She’ll slice into me, but it won’t last long and–

And her teeth sank into him.

Fuck, f**k, f**k!

This wasn’t about pain and degradation. This wasn’t about a vamp’s bite tearing and slicing prey.

It was about pleasure.

Because that was all he could feel then. A white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to fill his veins and course through his body. So much pleasure that his control shattered in an instant. There was no holding back.

There was only…Paige.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs.

Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth…

His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

The water thundered down over him. Steam surrounded them.

In her.

He positioned his cock. Stroked over her clit. Loved her ragged moan.

The head of his c**k pressed into her. Her sex stretched, straining around him. He wanted to see her, wanted to pull back–

But he couldn’t.

Drake drove into her as deep and as hard as he could. And it was just like he remembered. Tight. Hot. Heaven.

He pulled back. Thrust deep. Again and again. He lifted her up, positioning her so that she had to take all that he gave her. There was no hiding or holding back, not for either of them.

His fingers kept stroking over her clit. The way he knew she liked. The way that would make her–

Scream.

Paige lifted her mouth from his neck. Her eyes were wide, wild, and her lips were flushed red. The scream of pleasure slipped past those red lips even as he felt the contractions of her orgasm around his cock.

So good.

He kept thrusting. Faster. Harder. Rougher.

The wolf liked it rough.

So did the man.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

And she kissed him.

This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and f**king seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body.

When the climax ended, he didn’t release her.

Because he wasn’t letting her go, not ever again.

Chapter Five

Dawn didn’t bring light. The polar night had come to Alaska weeks before, and now they were lucky if even a faint twilight would brighten the day.

Just darkness. And more darkness to come.

It was the kind of darkness most vampires loved.

Paige knew that she had never been like most vampires. Hell, she wasn’t even a particularly good vampire.

After dressing, she carefully crept toward the bedroom door. When she’d opened her eyes, she’d been alone. The sheets beside her had been cold. Alone.

It wasn’t like she’d expected Drake to stay with her, just holding her in those quiet hours. Cuddle time wasn’t so big with vamps and werewolves, she got that.

But had the guy really needed to haul ass so quickly? Would it have killed him to just stay with her for a little while?

Her hand pressed against the wood of the closed door. She could still taste Drake on her tongue.

And feel him between her legs.

The sex had been as good as she remembered. Actually, way better than good. Drake had always been one fantastic lover and–

Someone was screaming.

The screams tore through the house, echoing, and her body tensed in instant response.

She’d screamed before, for Drake, but those screams had been about pleasure. This time, the cries filling the air were from pain.