Call Of The Dark

There was no going back for Emma. Lazarus was her future and even if neither of them knew where the future would lead them, she had to be with him. Especially after he had said that he was going to keep her.

Her nipples were painful and her breasts were heavy. She arched her back to offer him more of herself. As he sucked her, he flicked his tongue around her sensitive skin and she sucked in a sharp breath, closing her eyes. Her fingers tangled in his hair and until now she didn't know how sensitive her body became under his touch. He lavishly sucked both her breasts and left them with a pop sound to go further below.

He looked up at her. "The last time I claimed you was when we were both drugged." His voice was rough and lusty and his tone dangerous. It made her wetter. She wondered how one could be so sexy in their voice.

She cupped his cheeks and said, "I am all yours Lorza. Do what you want."

A feral growl escaped his lips and he leaned down to lick over his mark. She whimpered at the contact as delightful tingles ran down her body. She turned her neck to the other side to give him more access. If he wanted to claim her again, she would not be able to resist. She knew he needed blood and on a basic level she knew that he needed hers, but he was resisting himself only because he thought she was weak.

He licked her again over there and nibbled at her skin around it. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't be hurting me Lord Lorza," she assured him.

Lazarus shook his head. Tension rose in his chest making his muscles bulge. He was dying to taste her. He knew that after he had claimed her and marked her, she had become his blood slave. She was going to let him feed from her even if she was weak. It wasn't that she was strong, she was compelled by their bond.

He lowered himself to her navel where he sucked her skin, in order for her to forget his hunger. Her belly dipped for him and her fingers traveled to his neck. "Ah!" she breathed and he knew that she was about to come. But he was selfish. He wanted her to come all around him. He lowered his mouth and his breath lodged in his throat when he saw her core glistening with her juices.

It was the most irresistible sight. Lazarus lowered himself and wrapped his lipes around her clit. She cried in pleasure and her thighs tightened around his head, but he parted her thighs and kept them apart as he sucked her with abandon.

The pleasure of her mate down there was so intense that her head thrashed against the fur, her golden hair streaming like rays of golden sun. "Ahhh!" she cried as he went lower to suck her core. And when he grazed his fangs over there, she knew she would explode. "Something is happening Lorza!" she cried.

He knew that she was chasing her orgasm. While he wanted her to some, he was going selfish. He lifted himself up and positioned his cock at her entrance. "No Emma!" he growled. "Look at me." She somehow peeled open her eyes to look at him. His chest vibrated with a lustful growl. She looked so beautiful when her eyes were full of desire. And when she looked at him, he thrust himself inside her.

"Lorzaaa!" his name on her lips sounded like a plea, like he was her God. Sweat broke on his chest and back as his brows furrowed. He watched her intensely, letting her adjust to his size. She squirmed beneath him and when he sensed that she was fine, he began thrusting inside her.

He thanked the Lore that he waited for his bride to be inside her. He never wanted to take another woman in his life. He began thrusting slowly at first and then started pounding passionately. He knew she was on the edge of the precipice and he wanted to fall down with her. But he had to try his luck. "Will you forget the past and move on Emma?" he asked roughly through his breath.

She tilted her neck for him to show her throbbing pulse point. "Will you drink from me, Lord Lorza?"

Fuck. This girl was more than he had imagined her to be. She was testing his patience in every way possible. "No, I won't," he growled even as the scent of her blood filled his nostrils and drove him crazy. She smelled like violets, like honey, like spices and like… him. It was heady and it was irresistible. He lowered his fangs to her neck and licked her on his mark. He had to have full control over his senses at this time, else she was going to get hurt.

"You need it," she coaxed him in her sinful voice. Her hand went to his back as her fingers caressed him.

"Don't force me, Emma," he said. "My willpower around you shatters."

"Don't hold yourself Lorza. Take your fill from me. I am your bride and I understand your needs," she enticed him.

His fangs had lengthened to the extent that they punctured his lower lips, yet he stopped himself. He began pounding inside her with urgency. He wasn't going to drink from her. Emma matched each of his movements with her hips. They both moved as one, their bodies working together. She dug her fingernails into his back as he thrust himself deeper inside her. Each movement sent the liquid heat inside her body coil even tighter. She closed her eyes as the climax began to build again.

His lips crashed on hers and her fingers tangled in his hair as he devoured her. When he pulled back from his kiss, he said, "Open your eyes, Emma."

She cried reluctantly, but she opened her eyes. She was near her orgasm.

"Come for me," he ordered her. "Come around me."

And his dirty words were enough to send her into a frenzy. She screamed as her eyes rolled back and orgasm exploded like a tidal wave inside her. He joined her, grunting, as he shot his release inside her.