by Meg Xuemei X
I heard truth in his words.
I couldn’t walk away. His desperate need for me hammered in my blood, and my lust for him grew stronger.
I dipped my head and brushed a kiss on his lips before arching my neck for him.
He hesitated for a beat before tracing his lips along the column of my neck, leaving a blaze in its wake. Then his fangs were out, grazing my skin.
I shivered.
This was it. I braced for his bite and the sharp pain. I wasn’t a stranger to pain, but I didn’t welcome it.
I was relatively safe with two fae and a demigod on the other side of the door, monitoring everything with their super powers and superior hearing. If Lorcan hurt me, one small cry from me and they’d break down the door, rush to my rescue, and beat the hell out of their bonded brother.
I felt the strong pulse of their energy outside the door. They were dying to come in, but they would respect my privacy. They firmly believed I was the one true mate to them all, but they were willing to let Lorcan have a first go with me under the circumstances.
Instead of piercing my skin, Lorcan continued to kiss my neck.
It was pleasurable, and it was also torture.
Biting me was inevitable, and its delay only sent me to the edge. Before I opened my mouth and asked him to get it over with, he positioned me on my side with my back against his chest.
His hand came around to cup my breast, kneading my nipple. His other hand gripped my hip, pinning me to him. His massive hardness pricked against my lower back.
My heart drummed. My blood rushed in my veins, as I anticipated the things he’d eventually do to me. I might have conflicted feelings, but my lust won over them.
I wanted Lorcan. I’d wanted him since I’d first seen him.
I brushed my curly hair aside, exposing my neck to him.
His breath warmed my skin. His lips trailed a new line along the column of my neck before lingering on one of my major arteries.
“Know this, dulcis,” he murmured. “I live on blood in order to survive. If I could change my nature for you, I would. And now I need to claim you to calm my beast, but I’ll never hurt you.”
His fangs punctured my skin. I gasped harshly at the sudden sharp pain, but then a flood of ecstasy washed over it.
Lust coursed through me like a firestorm.
I writhed.
I rocked my hips against his crotch as he drank from me slowly to savor me. It surprised me that it didn’t repulse me as I’d thought it would. I could feel his ecstasy as my rich, hot blood went down his throat.
Another wave of intense pleasure tore through me, and all I could think was having his cock inside me. The liquid heat between my thighs grew white-hot, and only he could cool it now.
Before my hand moved backward to grab his cock, he extracted his fangs and licked gently to seal my tiny wound.
“You’re the elixir of goddess, dulcis,” he said in awe. “I’ve never tasted anything like this in my entire existence. You taste of dragon fire and sunlight, which my kind could only dream of. I haven’t seen sunrise for eons, and your blood gave me the sight, the heat, and the sensation.”
The psychopath god Phobos had also said, “If I didn’t know the first Dragon God left this galaxy an eon ago, I’d say you could be his direct descendant.”
That ruled out a dragon as my father.
“You also taste of earth, wind, storm, and blossom,” Lorcan continued. “It’s absolutely divine. Even the brush-of-death essence inside you has its unique, addictive perfume.”
I shrugged.
Only a madwoman would feel flattered by an analysis of her blood’s taste, no matter how nice and passionate the descriptions were.
My eyes flashed darkly. “Don’t get addicted, dude. This is a one-time charity because you were at the brink of death and then you refused to wake the hell up. I saved you because you would be an asset in bringing down the Olympian gods.” I’d lied. It wasn’t in me to see him gone. “So, keep it in mind. Try to take my blood without my permission, and the brush-of-death in me won’t be perfume but the eternal death of you.”
His eyes flashed darkly too, storm swirling in them. “I know what you’ve sacrificed for me. I’ll never take you for granted. I came from the old world where I took whatever I wanted and believed that was my right. Old habits die hard, but I’ll never force myself on you because you’re too precious to me. I’ll only take what you’ll give.”
I blinked, not expecting him to say respectful things, but then Lorcan had always been courteous and straightforward, and his honesty sent a wave of warmth through my chest.
“Dulcis, I can’t resist you.” His mouth dwelled on me again, kissing me with scorching heat.
The world faded away except for him and his burning touch.
Liquid fire that hadn’t been quenched lapped at my molten core with punishing force for the delay.
“Fuck me, Lorcan,” I said hoarsely, shoving down my pants until my soaked, flimsy panties were all I left.
“After I lick you and taste you first,” he said huskily against my lips.
The vampire lord had great control, even though his erection was harder than granite against the small of my back.
“Lick later,” I said, losing my battle against the feverish mating call.
My hand wrapped around his shaft through the fabric of his pants and pumped it up and down. I needed to have it pump inside me next.
“My mate is losing patience,” he said in a chuckle.
Patience is overrated.
“Are you going to fuck me or talk me to death?” I asked, panting hard under the onslaught of lust. “This foreplay has been going on for too long, and I like getting to the point.”
I yanked the belt off his trousers, and with his cooperation, in no time we were both naked.
His body was hard marble and perfection, vibrating with life, not what I’d expected from a vampire—though he was also extremely sexy with clothes on.
I traced my fingers over the hard plain of his stomach, yet I was more interested in his hard, impressive shaft. It protruded proudly.
“My Cass is blunt. Always goes after what she wants without an apology.”
“Why should I apologize for that?” I asked, puzzled, squeezing the head of his cock. It felt so hard yet so silky in my palm. “And apologize to who?”
I pumped his shaft and flicked the slit on his crown.
“Now you asked for it, dulcis!”
The next instant, I was under his delicious weight once again, my legs wide open with him between them.
The vampire was fast, not just on the battlefield, but in bed too.
His eyes inspected my bare pussy, and my folds parted automatically in invitation under the weight of his immodest gaze.
“Exquisite and enticing beyond words,” he said in a gasp, his sexual need ramming into me.
His fingers twirled around my sensitive nub before brushing it. My leg jerked, and the ache in me expanded. My need for him skyrocketed, shocking me with its pure intensity.
Before I could give him instructions on how I wanted him to proceed, he lowered himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock aiming at my slick entrance.
“Your scent of arousal calls me.” His voice was rough with pure male desire. “I need to shove my cock deep inside your lovely pussy. I can’t hold back anymore.”
He glided in, smoothly and powerfully.
I widened my eyes, my lips apart.
It felt like heaven.
“I’m not a barbarian,” he said.
“You’re a vampire, a predator. Suck it up. Barbarism is your nature.”
“It’s all perspective, dulcis,” he said drily. “But I see I’ll have to go to great lengths to change your prejudice against me. I might be a predator, but never to my own. Never to my mate.”
My mind focused on the great length. Was there pun intended?
He thrust another inch into me. The vampire lord was being ca
reful and gentle with me since I was still a virgin. Well, kind of. Mostly. I hadn’t finished intercourse with Reys.
My mind drifted to the fae prince for a second, but then Lorcan suddenly drove home, deep and hard. He wouldn’t allow my attention to shift.
He wouldn’t allow me to think of anyone else.
He pulled out an inch and thrust back in, then pulled out more and thrust harder and faster. I cried and moaned at the burn of both pain and pleasure. His cock was too big, but the walls of my muscles remolded quickly to fit him in.
I arched my back to take him in deeper, and Lorcan gazed at me, awe and lust brightening and darkening his eyes at once.
He thrust into my sleek heat. “You’re made for me, dulcis.”
I begged to differ. All of them claimed that I was made for them. Why couldn’t they be made for me? But I didn’t argue the point while I was drowning in pleasure. I wouldn’t spoil the mood before I had my orgasm.
“Aha,” I said noncommittally and moaned as a new level of pleasure lapped at me.
Lorcan thrust into me repeatedly, harder and faster, full of icy fire and possessiveness.
My legs wrapped around his waist as I bucked my hips up to meet his plunges.
Flesh slapped against flesh. Nothing else was better than mating.
“Succumb to me,” he ordered, driving into me with the force of a dark storm.
He intended to play dominant with me in bed. If I gave up, it would become the dynamic of our relationship, even out of the bedroom.
“I don’t know how to succumb,” I said between my breathless moans. “Unless you teach me. You’re an expert anyway.”
He glared at me, but he didn’t slow his thrusts.
He pounded harder between my thighs.
“Yes, just like that,” I said. “Fuck me harder and talk less.”
I raked my fingernails across his rippled muscles on his back, leaving a thin blood trail. He’d just gotten his answer for “succumb.”
The vampire roared. A crimson ring formed around his dark irises, and his silver eyes glowed brighter.
His thrusts grew frantic.
He was losing control. I’d pushed his button too hard, but I wasn’t afraid.
The High Lord of Night always prided himself on his self-control, and I wanted to strip him of it. Otherwise, where was the fun in the mating game?
Pleasure floored me. In response, I moved my hands to squeeze Lorcan’s perfect, firm ass and pressed him even closer to me though there was no more space between us.
His rhythm became blinding, his strength pouring into me. He was giving part of his primal essence to me, knowing I could take it.
His face fell to my neck, his fangs piercing my skin once again. There was no pain this time but an onslaught of earth-shattering pleasure.
His cock grew harder and larger in me, pounding into my molten core mercilessly. The High Lord of Night was claiming me, imprinting me, and marking me as his.
The question was whether I wanted it. But it seemed too late to bail out now; the incredible sensation was rendering me mindless.
Wave and wave of pleasure assaulted me as his cock drilled into my pussy relentlessly, and somehow his claiming felt right.
What the hell, I might as well go along for the joy ride.
I cried in bliss as Lorcan’s ancient energy swelled into me, filling my deep well. He roared and emptied in me. A shock wave of pure pleasure pumped through my veins, and ecstasy charged my every fiber.
Reys’s finger-fuck had elicited my orgasm, but nothing prepared me for this experience. I exploded in wetness and heat around a massive hard cock.
As soon as Lorcan extracted his fangs, I lifted my face and bit him hard between his shoulder and neck until I tasted his rich blood. It wasn’t nectar as he said mine was, but it tasted like the best, aged wine. And that was good enough for me.
More importantly, by biting him, I claimed him in my own ritual.
We were even, and I roared in victory.
He gave me a look without a comment, remaining rock hard in me. Then he flipped me on top of him.
Mine, my dulcis, he said in my head, and started thrusting in me again.
3
Alaric, Reysalor, Pyrder, and Lorcan seemed unable to agree on anything. Each one of them argued that I should go to his territory. Reys and Pyrder wanted me to return to Academy, and I mostly agreed with them. I liked to be near the school and watch the magical users practice.
Besides, I wanted the chocolate mousse cake Boone promised me. I wouldn’t let him get out of that, but I would discuss the choice of the toppings with him.
“Why are your eyes glazed over, Cass?” Reysalor asked. “Are you still sleepy? You just had the breakfast and brunch.”
“Lunch will follow up soon,” I said. “Xihin, Lorcan’s number one minion, has confirmed.”
I placed my feet on Pyrder’s lap as I leaned back in my chair to make myself more comfortable, and he laid his big hand on my calf without a complaint from me. Alaric turned my chair to the side and let me lean against his cut chest. Lorcan eyed the demigod with displeasure but refrained from comment.
When it came to the seating arrangement, Alaric and Pyrder were quicker to sit beside me. Lorcan felt fighting for a seat was beneath him, but then he always wound up sitting farthest away from me and he wasn’t gracious about it.
I regarded Reys as the most mature and balanced of the four. He always smoothed over the fights among the vampire lord, his twin, and the demigod. The alpha males argued a lot, and each one regarded his opinions as weightier than any other’s.
They all had ego in spades.
Ever since Lorcan claimed me and I claimed him back by biting him, our group dynamic had shifted. We hadn’t really talked about how we should proceed and who’d be next to claim me, with me claiming him right back, of course.
The topic wasn’t urgent, apparently, since we had a serious gods issue. The four males were anxious to obtain intel from Phobos, but the God of Terror wasn’t talking and wasn’t afraid of torture, either. But when I showed up, he sobbed like a baby. I believed my alpha males had the wrong approach when it came to making a god talk.
I was partly relieved and partly disappointed when they didn’t eagerly pursue the sensitive, hot topic about claiming me as they had last time, which ended up with Lorcan drinking from me and fucking me.
It had been a fabulous fuck, so I hadn’t bitched about it when I’d come out of Lorcan’s room.
“My eyes don’t exactly glaze over.” I defended myself since all the males still focused on me. “I was musing that I need to tell Boone about the cherries. Maybe Hector or someone else can get the message to Boone if their presences aren’t required in the never-ending conferences you dudes hold.”
I appreciated that they invited me to all of their meetings as an equal in their decision making after I’d lashed out at them for failing to. With these alpha males, who were used to doing things the old-fashioned way, I had to constantly remind them of my rights, and I was never shy about giving them a piece of my mind.
The males gawked at me. I nodded at them. “Cherries aren’t an option anymore as the toppings on any cake, since Phobos used them to lure me to drink the poison. They’re now linked to poison in my subconscious, just as carrots are forever branded as prison food since it was all Jezebel gave me. But I still need cream on top of the cake, and we’ll consider a different fruit. Strawberries are tasty, but they must be organic. That’s what mortals say. What do you think, gentlemen? I’m open to suggestions.”
Lorcan frowned at me, as he often had. Well, my letting him claim me hadn’t changed his attitude and insolence. He wouldn’t get a piece of my ass for a long time. He didn’t deserve it. And it wasn’t like he was the only dude with a big cock. I surveyed the three other males around the table and grinned at them. They were all for me to take.
Reysalor chuckled. “Lorcan will never get how Cass’s mind works, even though he’s th
e first one who claimed her. Cass isn’t like any woman you got used to or the vampire high ladies in your court.”
“Scowling at me?” I told the vampire lord. “Next time you want to take a sip from me, it’ll be the next century.”
Lorcan blinked, starting to realize the grievous situation he was in. He needed me more than I needed him, and I had so many options. I waved a hand to include Reys, Pyrder, and Alaric just to show him that.
“You misunderstood the meaning of my frown,” Lorcan said on a sigh. “I was trying to understand you. You aren’t like any other female.”
“What’s so hard to understand about Cass?” Pyrder said. “If Cass baby wants strawberries, then strawberries it is.”
Exactly. I smiled at him.
Lorcan glared at him. “We have a pact.”
“Right. And you got the best of it by not waking up until Cass had to step in,” Pyrder barked back.
“Cass sweetheart isn’t one to play by anyone’s rules,” Alaric said. “Remember that and respect that if you want her to accept you.”
I turned to grin at him as well. It was important to secure allies
“Let’s bring Cass to Australia,” Alaric continued, smiling at me enticingly. “We can operate from my headquarters. I have a vast army of hybrids in my territory. Cass will fit right in.”
“Absolutely not!” All the other three males objected.
“This isn’t the best time to move Cass out of the states. The center of the rebel operation is here,” Pyrder said. “The Academy is the safest place for her, as my twin said. Our Cass needs proper training. She also needs to hang out with people her age. We must think of our mate’s best interests.”
My eyes sparkled. “So I’ll be in the school?”
“Yes, Cass baby,” Reysalor said.
“Do I need to pass some tests to get in?” I asked, hiding my worries. I couldn’t even write my own name. If there were a written test, I would make a fool of myself.
And I didn’t want anyone to know this fatal weakness of mine. How was I going to overcome this flaw in a short time? I bit my lip, my mind running wild.