“Neither have I.” I lifted her in my arms and pressed her back to the wall. “I can’t wait for you, mate. I need to fuck you now.”

“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around my hips and reached low to place my cock at the entrance to her tight pussy.

Not needing more of an invitation, I held her in place and moved slowly, taking my time, enjoying the tight fist of her pussy taking me deep, filling the broken pieces inside me with her acceptance. Her forgiveness. For knowing what I was, what I had been, and loving the dark, twisted pieces of my soul.

Abby

I’d nearly burst into tears at the surprised bliss on Cormac’s face when I had bathed him. He’d moaned with what sounded like pain as I’d washed his hair. I took the time to rub his scalp and make sure every microscopic molecule of those bastards was gone. Rinsed clean. Erased.

I didn’t want that evil touching him for one second longer than necessary.

He’d been almost hypnotized by my touch, the power to give him such pleasure a heady sensation. One I’d never experienced before. I’d been treated like a princess my entire life, pampered and paid off, given every material thing I’d ever asked for. Denied the one thing I needed.

This.

Connection.

Cormac’s skin on mine. The longing on his face. Feeling wanted. Needed. Loved.

I took his face in my hands, leaned over just a bit, and kissed him until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Until there was only him.

“I can’t wait for you, mate. I need to fuck you now.” The deep rumble of his voice made my knees weak.

“Yes.” Hell yes. Yes, please. Now. I wanted his cock inside me making me forget my own name. I wanted his fangs buried deep, filling me with bliss. I wanted his skin touching mine, the names marking his flesh moving against me in a reminder of who he was. Powerful. Sexy. Honorable. Safe.

I lifted my legs to his hips and reached between us to guide his cock exactly where I needed him to be. Inside me. Part of me.

My pussy began to spasm as he filled me, stretched me, buried himself deep. I’d waited so long, touched him, wanted him. This was too much. An orgasm built, rising as the bulged head of his cock slipped over the sensitive ridges inside my core. When he was balls deep, he shifted his hips, a mere hint of movement.

Too much.

I exploded in his arms, my teeth biting into his chest where I saw my name. That was my name marking his skin. My claim on him. His declaration to me and his legion.

Mine. He really was mine, now. Officially. Publicly.

My bite made his cock jump inside me and he growled into my ear. “Yes. Fuck. Harder.”