Page 44 of Blood Moon Bound

I did it again, almost all the way out and back in, and we both moaned. “Good?”

“Y-yes…please,” she said, and her hands slid down my back. “More.”

That was all I needed to hear. I started fucking her then, nowhere near as hard and deep as I wanted to, but even still, nothing had felt as good as being buried inside Delphine. This was where I was supposed to be. This was pleasure and joy and happiness and fear all rolled into one.

Emotions I’d been steadily losing over the centuries were now right there on the surface. God, they were vibrant, a fucking wild storm inside me, because of the sweet little female clutching me to her so damn tight.

Now I was here, the idea of losing her, of losing this, wasn’t something I could bear to contemplate.

This was home.

Delphine was home.

I kissed her as I took her, her hands moving over my back, my shoulders, her thighs wrapped tight around me, holding me to her. Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why didn’t anyone warn me? This was—it was all-consuming perfection.

“More, Constantine,” she gasped.

I cupped her face with one hand and slid the other beneath her hips, lifting her higher as I thrust faster, harder inside her. “You’re so beautiful, Delphine.” I kissed her jaw, her throat. “All mine.”

“Yes,” she groaned.

My fangs tingled, and I didn’t even try and resist. I bit into her silkin flesh, her blood filling my mouth. Delphine screamed, coming around me again, shaking and crying out.

I took one more pull, then sealed the bite before leading her mouth to my throat. “Bite,” I growled out.

My little bride struck, instantly, pulling hard on my vein. There was no holding back after that, I slammed inside her and came with a roar, filling my mate over and over until we were done.

Until both of us were boneless, under the full moon, surrounded by roses.

And wrapped in each other’s arms.

Thirteen

DELPHINE

Constantine’s arms banded around me, and he rolled so I was on top of his big body, his cock still deep inside me, my mouth attached to his throat.

I’d bitten him so many times, his chest was streaked with blood, and still I couldn’t get enough. He strained beneath me, snarling and groaning as he held back his orgasm, when each of my bites took him right to the edge.

It spoke of his age and control, something I didn’t have. As soon as Constantine bit me, I flew apart. But having him deep inside me got me there as well. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d come the last few days. We’d barely left his bed since he picked me up off the ground in the garden and carried me up to his room.

I rocked my hips, moving him inside me as I lapped at the bite, licked up the trail of blood, and struck again on the other side.

“Fuck, Delphine,” Constantine gasped, his hips lifting.

I pressed down, taking him as deep as I could, something I’d learned felt wonderful, and then circled my hips. My moan was low and wanton. Constantine hooked me around the back of the neck and pulled me down, his eyes locking on mine. He liked looking into my eyes when I came. I shook, losing control.

As soon as my cry burst from me, he let go, his hand sliding down my back and gripping my hip, holding me down on him as he throbbed, pulsing inside me.

I fell against his chest, and he wrapped me in his arms. Exhaustion hit me hard and my eyes were already drifting shut.

He rubbed my back, his mouth going to my ear. “Rest, sweetheart.”

I smiled. I loved when he called me that. I hugged him back tighter and let sleep claim me.

* * *

It was still dark when I woke. I had no idea what pulled me from my sleep, but Constantine wasn’t beside me anymore. I sat up, a strange feeling in my belly.