Finally he stopped, his hips snug against cheeks. “In,” he said, dark laughter in his voice, “up to the balls. How does it feel being skewered on your husband’s dick, baby?”
“Painful,” she groaned.
“Get used to it, darling. From this end, it feels hot, snug and sweet, and I’m not going to stop any time soon.” His fingers flicked and circled her clit as he began to pull out.
The withdrawal was as overwhelming and darkly pleasurable as his entry had been overwhelming and darkly painful. And those long fingers knew just what to do to intensify the delight, caressing her clit in time to each ruthlessly deep stroke.
Cuffed, helpless, impaled on her vampire husband’s ass reaming cock, Zara closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.
Listening to Zara’s delicious little moans, Rand grinned. Not only did she have the most delicious butt it had ever been his pleasure to ream, but she loved being dominated. Her arousal grew hotter every time he taunted and threatened, teased and pleasured. She definitely loved being fucked like this as much as he loved doing it.
He could smell how creamy she was, could almost taste it on his tongue as her juices drenched his clit teasing fingers.
Oh, yeah. Zara Rand was ready for a good, hard buggering. And he was more than ready to give it to her. He wanted to make her come while he shot her asshole full of hot vamp sperm -- and sank his fangs into that pretty white throat.
“Hold on, darlin’,” he growled, “I just ran out of mercy.”
He began reaming her. There was no other word for it. He leaned into her, gripping her hips with both strong hands, pumping hard, sawing his thick cock in and out until she writhed helplessly in her restraints. “Stop!” she gasped, maddened at the torturous blend of pain and pleasure. “I can’t stand it!”
He paused. “Are you using your safe word?”
She panted, gasped, and managed, “No!”
“Then I don’t care,” he growled in her ear. “You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck your ass ‘til I empty my balls. God, you’re tight!”
Still riding her hard, he wrapped one muscular arm around her chest and started teasing her nipples, rolling the little peaks with one hand.
Reaching the other hand under her, he slid it between her pussy lips to find her clit again. Pinned and helpless against his brawny torso as his fingers tormented her and his dick savaged her ass, Zara felt the first wave of her climax roll up her spine. She screamed at the feral heat of it.
With an animal roar, Rand shoved his cock all the way in, impaling her with one last brutal thrust. Releasing her breast, he grabbed her chin and dragged back her head. Before she could do more than gasp, he bit deep into her throbbing carotid.
Zara screamed again, the orgasm jackhammering even harder as he started feeding. Between her cheeks, his cock jerked in her anal grip, pumping his cum deep.
Long moments passed before Nick felt sated enough to free himself from his wife’s ass and throat.
He looked down at her in satisfaction as she hung limp in her restraints. She probably felt too wrung out to move, after the multiple orgasms she’d enjoyed while he fed.
Her little anus gaped, swollen and red and smeared in cum from the pounding he’d given it. Given her bloodsub metabolism, it would soon be healed and tight again.
“You do realize,” Rand purred, “you’re mine now. And I’ll never let you go.”
Zara turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes languorous under her tangled blonde mane. She smiled slowly. “Good. Neither will I.”
He swept her out of the air and into his arms, then carried her to bed. Settling her down on the wide mattress, he slid in beside her and pulled her close. Dropping out of character as wicked dominant master, he murmured in her ear. “I love you, Zara Rand.”
“And I love you too, Nick Rand,” she purred back.
Angela Knight
Angela Knight is the New York Times bestselling author of books for Berkley, Red Sage, Changeling Press, and Loose Id. Her first book was written in pencil and illustrated in crayon; she was nine years old at the time. A few years later, she read The Wolf and the Dove and fell in love with romance. Besides her fiction work, Angela’s publishing career includes a stint as a comic book writer and ten years as a newspaper reporter. Several of her stories won South Carolina Press Association awards under her real name.
Angela lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a hostage negotiator for the County Sheriff’s Office. Contact Angela via email at [email protected], or visit her website at www.angelasknights.com. Find more of Angela Knights Changeling titles at http://changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=26.
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