Chapter 87

Chapter 87
I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.

Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.

Jason, however, didn’t understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!

I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the vampire and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode him and fucked him like there was no tomorrow. I was wild, and my vampire grunted in approval as he enjoyed the hell out of it. It felt as if a new link between us had fused together, and I felt his pleasure echoing in me. It was intoxicating and dazzling.

I put more effort into working on the vampire, rocking my pussy along his large length, spiraling downward then upward. The delicious friction was undoing me.

“Keep doing this, love, and I won’t hold on for long,” he growled in pleasure and warning as he suppressed his primal male need to dominate me.

I kept trying all sorts of naughty things.

“My dirty girl, how do you know all these tricks?”

“I was born to be your Bride, vampire,” I said. “Quit doubting me. I’ve never pleased any male like I did you. With that alpha wolf, it was a one-time thing, and it was quick and brief. Thinking back on it, it meant nothing.”

“No need to think back on any males,” he hissed. “They’re all history. In our bed, there’s no one else but us.”

“Fine. It’s just us, sweetie pie.” I breathed hard as I impaled myself on his shaft repeatedly. If he could just shut up and let me enjoy it.

I’d never known fucking could be so liberating. He made me feel wild and free and cherished.

My nails sank into his skin,

I slammed into him again and again. I was not ashamed but amazed by my primal sexual drive, and I liked to listen to the erotic noises I made. The room smelled of sex, faint pine, powerful male musk, and my natural perfume.

“Like how I fuck you, vampire? Had enough?” I taunted him, drunk and high on pleasure.

“So fucking dominating, my love,” he said as my pace turned even more brutal.

He let me ride him hard but occasionally thrust up into me to add more spice. Many men could be intimidated by an alpha female, but Jason could take anything I threw at him. When I bared my fangs, he was only more turned on.

Molten lust bled from his dark sapphire eyes, which turned hungrier. I knew what the Vampire King wanted. He always craved my blood, but that craving intensified when I fucked him violently. His need made my pussy tighten mercilessly around his cock, then my inner walls vibrated. The vampire hissed then rolled his eyes back in pleasure. His cock grew so hard as it thrust into my core. I orgasmed like a tidal wave. 

“I need to bite you!” he growled. “Darling, I must bite you now!”

The Vampire King was more dominant than me in nature. I might be Death’s daughter, but he was the biggest, baddest predator. I couldn’t resist the need to submit to him. Deep in my bones, I knew he was the only male I’d ever surrender to.

“Bite lightly but drink your fill, vampire,” I cried as my pussy milked him with possessive viciousness and soaked him with a rush of cream.

He threaded his fingers in my hair and pulled my head backward to give himself a better angle. His lips fell on the column of my neck, tracing along my pulsing veins. It made me feel vulnerable, yet I trusted this vampire. A second of slight panic vanished just like that.

His fangs protruded, grazing over my skin. Then they fixed on the middle of my neck. I tensed, my shoulders stiffening as I anticipated a sharp pain when he punctured me. A sting hit my skin, then pain sparked. The vampire sank his fangs into my veins.

Before the pain spread, intense pleasure rippled over me. I cried out as an orgasm hit me. Fuck, his bite could cause me to orgasm. No wonder the two young female feeders had glared at me when I insisted on taking their spots.

While he drank from me, Jason thrust up into me with brutal strength, dark possessiveness, and blinding speed, riding my climax and adding his own into the mix.

This time, he drank bountifully from me, which was good for him since he’d need all the juice he could get to return to his former power. As soon as he extracted his fangs and licked my skin to seal my wound, I leaned forward, my lips tracing along his neck until they found the strongest pulse.

My fangs popped out and sank into the Vampire King’s vein, cutting his roar of climax in half while he pumped his hot seed into me. Shock slammed into his face. Sometimes, I had that kind of effect on people.

His blood, spicy and powerful, fell on my tongue and flowed smoothly down my throat. My blood was sunlight to him, but his was the dark flame I’d craved without knowing it.

Jason stiffened as I drank from him, then he wrapped me tightly in his embrace. Part of his memory rushed into my mind.

I had brought nothing but death to his world when I first stumbled into his castle. From the moment I arrived, chaos had followed in my wake, like a storm that could not be contained. I’d wrecked everything he had built, destroyed everything and everyone precious to him. If he hadn’t made the decision to put me to sleep in that coffin, I would have drained the life from every being on Earth, leaving nothing but empty husks behind. I was a creature of darkness, malevolent in nature. I was the daughter of the god of Death, a princess of Phoenix, and it was in my blood to bring devastation wherever I went.

Jason had tried—oh, how he’d tried—to protect me, to seal away those memories that had the power to destroy me, to erase the horrors of my past. But now, all of it rushed back, flooding my mind like a tidal wave. I knew it all, every painful detail, every moment of suffering I had caused. But so did he. He had spent a century searching for me, tormented by the guilt and grief that had consumed him every second of every day. He thought he had found the cure for me, that a daily dose of his own blood would heal the wounds I’d left behind. That it would fix the damage that had been done to me, and to him.

But nothing could fix it now. Not really.

A storm of emotions churned inside me, a violent hurricane of rage, guilt, and grief. But I couldn’t afford to let it out. Not yet. War was coming for us, and I needed to hold it all in, to keep it under control, to rein it in until the day I could unleash it all. Until the moment came when I would let that storm rage free.

I swallowed a mouthful of Jason’s rich, spicy blood, the taste of it so divine that it made my head spin. It was intoxicating, soothing, and it stirred something deep within me that I didn’t want to acknowledge. I wanted more. So much more. But I stopped, knowing that I had to. I couldn’t let myself get lost in him, not when there was so much at stake.

“Take more, love,” Jason urged, his voice thick with desire. His face, normally so composed, was now contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and longing. “Take as much as you want. What I am is yours. What I have is yours.”

That was his vow, his promise. And I smirked, knowing the power I held over him. The Vampire King, reduced to this—addicted to my bites, desperate for more of me, of my blood. I wasn’t sure if he truly understood the weight of what he was offering, but I did. What I took from him would bind us together forever.

“That’ll be all for now, love,” I purred, my voice dripping with satisfaction as I licked the two puncture wounds I’d made in his skin. The taste of him lingered on my tongue, a mixture of fire and warmth that I couldn’t get enough of.

As I did, I didn’t just heal his wounds; I marked him, claimed him as my own. My scent, the scent of Phoenix flame and death, seeped into his skin, leaving behind an indelible mark that no amount of time or distance could erase. He was mine, and I was his. There would be no escaping that fate, not for him, not for me.

Though I knew it was a bond that couldn’t be undone, I didn’t think he would ever want to flee from me. We were irrevocably bound, just as he had locked me in his dark embrace when he first claimed me. It wasn’t a bond that could be broken or ignored, no matter how much we might fight it.