Goddess bless vampire speed. In the beat of a second, no longer than one suck at my throat, he gripped my hips and angled them back. I felt the brush of his cock slide between my thighs before he slammed into me. I moaned with every long, hot inch of him pushing inside of me.

In the mirror, I saw those black lines stretch out from his bite down my chest and arm and over my throat. I rolled my hips and moaned. “Good boy⁠—”

His hands squeezed my waist and then we were flying. The cool air of the bathroom brushed over my bare body as he spun us around. The movement while his cock was still inside of me had me moaning his name. When his pulled his fangs from my throat I whimpered in protest but when he pulled his hips back I growled. And then he pressed me into the wall, the cold tile was sharp against my bare skin. He yanked my head back then sank his fangs into the other side of my throat. At the same time he thrust harder inside me. I threw my head back and cried out. The feel of his fangs and his cock inside me at the same time was the single best pleasure I’d ever felt.

With every thrust of his hips my body slid up and down the tile wall, my nipples were so hard they had to be digging tracks into them. I didn’t care I just never wanted this to end. Part of me hoped I had cuts and bruises, I wanted proof on my skin that his passion for me was as deep as mine. That he needed me as much as I needed him. As our bodies chased each other into that glorious explosion I knew this wasn’t about sex. I needed to know his mind, body, and soul were mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

MORGAN

Doctor Azazel was a miracle, a true gift to this world from the Heavens above.

For weeks now we’d been taking in expectant mothers who had come down with a strange illness, one other hospitals hadn’t been able to cure. My boyfriend, Liam, and I had opened our home to them, promising them a chance for survival other doctors hadn’t given them. Together, the three of us had tended to them for months now and I thought they’d been getting better until a few nights ago when they’d all taken a turn for the worse. It was as if being together had caused their illness to worsen. Since that night, we’d been scrambling. I’d begged Doctor Azazel to send them back to the normal hospital to see if they could help us, but he insisted that would only infect other innocent pregnant women. We couldn’t let that happen.