Page 33 of The Midnight Arrow

“Lorik,” I groaned, his name edged with panic and pleasure. I was frightened of how good it might feel to come like this, but I thought I’d never be the same if I didn’t experience it.

He dislodged his fangs briefly, and I nearly cried with frustration.

“Look at me,” he purred, wedging another finger deep, joining the first and making me shiver. “Look over your shoulder and see what you do to me, Marion. See how hard you make my cock. See how much I fuckingachefor you.”

Right when I did what he ordered, I felt him bite down again.

My lips parted when I saw his cock. Thick and hard and bobbing with need. A pool of pre-come had settled into the rigid lines of muscles lining his abdomen. The veins were even more prominent, and I wanted to lick every last one.

Gods, the sight of him like that was sexy. So incredibly arousing. I wanted to lap at his shimmering, silvery pre-come off his belly and make him moan.

“Mmmm,” he hummed against me, no doubt feeling the gush of slickness between my thighs at the sight.

“I love that,” I breathed, greedy for him. Reaching back, I took his cock in my hand, so hot it felt like it could burn me if I wasn’t careful. So hot that for a moment I feared his fever might’ve returned if not for the coolness of his skin beneath me. “I love that I make you like this.”

He groaned when I stroked him, his deep draws of my blood even more pronounced, and my thighs tightened around his face. My body was beginning to shake, the sublime pleasure from his feeding nearly overwhelming.

Let go,I remembered.

I let out a choking gasp, my hand tightening around his thick, perfect cock as I began to orgasm.

Lorik felt the change, felt me clamping down on his fingers like a vise as I cried out and bucked. His other arm held me steadily in place, his other hand working between my thighs.

And he never stopped his feeding.

“Oh gods,” I choked, the air in my lungs being tugged from me as if it could be tethered to a rope and pulled. My belly contracted, my moans filled the air as the best orgasm of my entire damn life unleashed in me. The outlet I’d needed. Therelief.

I’d known Lorik would give it to me, hadn’t I?

When it was over, Lorik was continuing to feed. I kept a grip on his cock, feeling him buck his hips into my grip like he was imagining fucking me, and when I met his eyes, they wereburninginto mine.

Even in the aftermath of the orgasm, I could feel him already beginning to stoke the remaining embers.

He wasn’t done with me, I realized.

I intend to savor this,he’d told me.

The night was far from over.

Fourteen

Lorik released his fangs from me, but he didn’t heal the wound.

“I want to see my mark on you,” he rasped, retracting his fingers from my still-clenching pussy and using the wetness to brush my sensitive clit. I sucked in a sharp breath. “Beautiful.”

He had me in his grip before I could say a word, effortlessly lifting my boneless body off him until I found myself lying sideways across the bed. Lorik stood, looming over me in the darkness, taking his cock in his hand. I licked my lips, watching as he gave it a few steady pumps, squeezing tight around the thick, bulbous head.

“This is what you want, Marion?” he questioned, voice guttural and low. He stepped closer, between my splayed thighs, kneeling slightly so that he could run the head of his cock over the sensitive, hot flesh.

I whimpered, biting my lip.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He smirked. “Yes…what?”

Maddening male,I thought.