Page 18 of Bloodween

"HE KNEW I WAS DANGEROUS, YET HE TASTED ME ANYWAY."

Riding Dorian was like riding a horse—steady rhythm, tight grip, full control. And lucky for him, I’d been riding since sixteen. I knew how to take him, how to squeeze around him, how to make him loosen the reins.

But he knew how to fuck back. His dick fit like it had been carved for me, dragging over every spot that had me wondering if I’d only pretended not to want him.

I could’ve kept going until the world fell apart, but my thighs started to shake—and his wolf had other plans.

He wanted his turn.

He wanted that control back.

Before I could catch my breath, Dorian flipped me over, pressing me forward, his thick, heavy dick sliding against my slit, teasing my entrance while he asked if Varek could take over. My breath caught, heat bubbling so low it hurt.

“Can he, little witch?” Dorian’s hand massaged my throat, no longer aching from earlier. “Let Varek know if he can have you.” His breath brushed my ear. “Tell me to take it, Armisha.”

I hesitated for a breath—not from fear, but because I knew what giving him that permission meant. This was the moment the game stopped being pretend. But I had to trust him. He had to trust me.

“Take it.” The two words tore through me. “It’s yours, Varek. My little wolf.”

The change was instant. His grip on my throat tightened—not choking, but claiming. The hand at my hip became claws, pressing crescents into my skin. When he entered me, it was with the force of a predator claiming prey.

He felt so good. So damn good.

“Fuck,” he growled, and it was all wolf now. No more Dorian’s smooth words. Just need.

He bent me forward, one hand tangled in my braids, the other steadying my body as he set a punishing pace. Each thrust drove harder, rougher, as if he were trying to merge us into one being. My magic sang in response, setting my body on fire.

I glanced back at him and he grinned devilishly. “I love when your eyes glow red like that.” The words I wanted to say didn’t come out because my body was too busy convulsing against him. He moved shallow, staying buried as he savored my defeat before kissing the top of my back.

Sweat cooled between us as his teeth nicked my shoulder for the third time, convincing me of what he was fighting against.

“Do it,” I urged, because I desperately wanted him to. “Bite me. Make me bleed.”

He let out a rumble against my skin. “I’m not supposed to let him hurt you.”

“You won’t.” My voice came out needy. “A little bite. A little taste of your witch.”

“Are you fucking sure, Armisha?” His hips slowed as he held himself back. “Varek loves blood play and⁠—”

“And I’m a blood witch.” I pushed back against him, chasing the friction. “Sounds like a match made in hell.” I turned my head, meeting those glowing eyes I’d come to crave. “Taste me, Dorian. Give Varek what he wants. Please.”

His control cracked. He pushed my head into the pillow and sank his teeth into my shoulder. I growled like an animal in heat as the pain and pressure of him breaking skin rushed through me.

“Uhhhhh,” he hissed, tongue soothing the wound before his teeth found it again, like he couldn’t help himself. His whole body shuddered against mine. “You taste like...” Another bite, another stroke, another taste. “Shitttt.” The word came out as deep as his thrusts. “There’s no word for how good your blood tastes.” He hummed against me. “I knew you were dangerous.”

My laugh came out wicked. “I am.” My eyes glowed light red as he drilled into me again. “But we already established that’s what he likes.”

Dorian pulled out of me, flipped me onto my back, and I saw his face—blood dripping off his lips, down his chin. My blood. The sight intensified the sensations buzzing low in my belly.

“Again,” I said.

He grinned, letting his throbbing manhood rest against my thigh. “This is why my wolf likes you. You like pain.”

“And pleasure,” I admitted. “And I don’t get nearly enough of it.”

“Let’s change that.”

He leaned down, mouth finding the spot where my pulse hammered. This mark was slower, more sensual. I felt the exact moment his teeth broke skin, felt his groan against me, confirming I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.