“Yes,” she gasps as I thrust into her over and over again.
I bite her again, relishing the pleasure that sweetens her blood as it spills into my mouth. I’m claiming her in every way imaginable, the bond between us searing each time we connect. She’s my beginning and my end. My ruin and my salvation.
“God, Saint.” She clenches around my cock, her pussy fluttering as her orgasm tears through her. I drink her down, pumping into her just the way she likes, dragging one orgasm into another until she’s panting.
I lick her wounds closed, then release her wrists, dragging my forearm down to her mouth. “Bite.”
She immediately obeys, her little fangs sinking into my flesh, making my cock even harder as I continue to take her from behind. She drinks me down, moaning as I find my pleasure in her body, her mind, her soul.
“Aurora,” I growl, my head emptying of all thought as she pushes back to meet my every thrust, taking me deeper as she drinks and drinks and drinks. She’s starved for me. Just. For. Me.
“Yes,” she groans against my flesh. “I love it when you fuck me like this.”
My orgasm rips through me so hard I see stars. I spill into her, clinging to her like my life depends on it. And when my vision clears, the reality I spun has melted away. I’m deep inside her, the two of us in my bed, her lips stained red with my blood.
And she’s looking up at me with the most adorable little smirk.
“Next time, you won’t catch me as fast,” she teases.
My eyes flare. “Where did you come from?”
She pushes up enough to drag her lips over mine. “Straight out of your dreams.”
We both laugh, the two of us lost in a madness that I never want to end.
CHAPTER 16
Aurora
“Run that by me one more time?” Dagon asks, arms folded where he leans against the wall of the dining room.
I waited at least ten minutes after Saint left the residence to visit a feeder before seeking out Dagon, desperate for another hunter to hear my thoughts on ensnaring Samuel. I’d talked about it enough with Saint to know he wouldn’t budge for me on the idea, but maybe if his brothers came on board, we’d have a shot.
“You already know Samuel made it clear to Saint in Italy that he thinks this mating mark is his. That I somehow belong to him.” I recoil at the idea. “We could use that to our advantage. Draw him out. Capture him. Put an end to his control of the Sons of Honor.”
The wheels turn behind Dagon’s eyes, and hope builds inside me.
“And you’ve already run this by Saint, I’m assuming?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“And he doesn’t want to risk you.” It’s not a question.
“No, but you can understand his judgment is a little clouded with our new bond,” I counter.
“Understandably.”
“Yes, understandably,” I agree. “But let’s pretend it was Talon or Ajax or Zachariah Samuel needed for the vote. Would they hesitate to use that to their advantage?” When he doesn’t immediately respond. “Would you object to the idea of using them to finally put an end to this war?”
“No,” he finally answers. “It’s not a bad idea. And if it was any one of the hunters or even an assassin, we’d be perfecting the plan before putting it into place.”
“Exactly.”
He tilts his head back and forth before smirking. “Okay, I’m in.”
Surprise ripples along my body. “Seriously?”
“Yep. It’s a solid idea. The best one we’ve had come to us in months.” He jerks his head to the side. “You ready now?”