She muttered, “Rules don’t apply. . . .”

“What rules?” he absently asked. Her irises had wavered in color from hazel to onyx—as black as night. “Damn you, tell me what you are.” He stared down at her finely boned face, and again that unfamiliar need to kiss rioted inside him.

“I’m thirsty.” She clambered against him.

Pain in his neck. Fangs? Vampire! “The FUCK are you doing?” He fisted her hair to fling her away. “You want to die—”

She sucked at her bite.

Pleasure seared him like a lightning bolt, wrenching a yell from his lungs. “AHHHHH!” His cock shot harder, twitching to come. “Ah, gods!” A vampire was feeding from him—from him—and it was unimaginable. “You drink your death.”

“Ummm.” Her ruby lips kissed his flesh. When her tongue darted for more of his taste, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Never . . . so much . . . pleasure . . .

Nigh mindless, he let her sink her claws into him, let her coil her limbs around him as she made him her prey. Poison should’ve hit her. Somehow she wasn’t weakening; her body grew stronger and stronger, her moans louder.

She rocked her hips against his torso, grinding her sex. The scent of her arousal filled his senses.

Figure the rest out later. He used his grip on her hair to shove her against his neck. “Then suck me like you mean it, you little bitch.”

She did, piercing him deeper, moaning into his flesh.

With her every draw, he grew more light-headed. Hold out. His balls tightened, his breaths heaving. Hold out! “You’re going to make me come like this!” Inside her . . . need inside her. She’ll be so wet.

He tore open his weapon belt. He struggled to remember power dynamics and control—only managed to attack his fly. Need inside!

He yelled when his engorged cock sprang free. Trews at his thighs, he bucked his hips, sending his shaft between their bodies. He’d threaded it into her lace panties. He felt her soft, bare mons against his rod—just as she gave a wanton suck.

She can’t get enough of my baneblood.

At the realization, he shuddered against her, staggered. He was about to come—without deciding to.

NINE

Rune’s black wine hit her veins, carrying fire throughout every inch of her. It drugged her, made her head spin, her flesh burn! Blood drunk. Lust drunk.

How had she gone so long without biting another? Her pierced nipples tightened. Her clitoris throbbed. Her thong was soaked.

Heat poured off his body as he thrust his dick over her. His groans vibrated her aching fangs. He was about to come! She wasn’t far behind. She ground against him for more friction.

When her skirt bunched up at her waist, he gripped her ass, claws digging into her skin. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” His cock pulsed against her. “Can’t hold on much longer!”

She moaned, pawing at his back to get closer.

“Drain me of it, then!” His heart thundered, pumping dark wine for her. “Take. More.”

Before, she’d sampled him lightly, unsure how to drink. Now instinct ruled her. She drew from him. Hard.

“Uhhhnnn!” Every muscle in his body strained. “Yes, suck me! Feels like my cock’ll explode!” He grunted, groaned, shoving his hips. “Fuckyessogoodsogood.”

Crazed, he pinned her against the wall, thrusting in a frenzy, shoving his dick between their grinding bodies. On the brink, she writhed to meet him.

“Can’t hold back . . . can’t hold out!” Between his ragged breaths, words from a foreign language spilled from his tongue. He was finishing! No, too soon!

“Ahhh, gods!” His hips surged between her thighs. “I’m . . . I’m . . . COMING!” His big body jerked. He threw his head back to yell.

His throat muscles milked her fangs as he bellowed to the sky again and again. . . .

When his hips gradually slowed and he gave a low groan of satisfaction, the sound of his yells was still echoing through the night. The city.

She remained on fire, subtly rocking on him, wanting this bite never to end. She’d done it, had drunk from another! And his tanned skin had been the cherry on top of his luscious blood. The act had been like sex—except this had been good. Like the best sex she’d ever imagined.

With that bite, she’d known the connection she’d dreamed about.

He released her hair, so she reluctantly withdrew her fangs with a last greedy lick that made him moan.

Catching his breath, he pressed both hands against the wall. He didn’t need to hold her; Jo’s claws were sunk into his back, her limbs coiled around him. The side of her face rested against his.

Moments passed like this. What do I do? Say? She hoped they weren’t fighting anymore. The trinket had been a good trade for his blood.

She wanted to get off with him, and then drink again. Or both at the same time!

He pulled his head back to stare down at her, astonishment in every line of his face. His magenta irises had darkened, and fissures of black forked out from them. Was that typical for a dark fey? Very cool.

In a hoarse voice, he said, “You made me come so hard I thought I would spill seed.”

He hadn’t? His dick still pulsed against her belly, but her skin was dry.

As if in a trance, he raised his hand to her mouth. He rubbed his ringed thumb along her bottom lip, collecting drops of blood she’d spilled. He offered them back to her.

She daubed her tongue to his thumb. Delectable.