Crave (Tainted Angels Book 1) (12 page)

“You okay?” Rax asked, his hands gripping the tops of my arms as he scanned me thoroughly. “Did he touch you? Did the filthy cunt hurt you?”

I shook my head, scowling at his choice of words. “I’m fine.” I managed a small smile to calm him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, sweet thing.”

I turned to the others as they stood around me, each one casually cleaning their weapons. “Thank you.”

Jaron and Dexter smiled. “Enjoyed it.” Jaron laughed. “Haven’t had a good scrap like that for an age.” He rolled his head around his neck. “Does the soul good to spill some blood every now and again.”

I looked at Zak, nodding at him with appreciation. “Thank you.”

“No thanks needed.”

I gaped at him.
“You can link?”

Shrugging, he pursed his lips.
“It would appear so.”
He frowned, confused himself, but then a huge grin lit his usual severe expression. He had the most stunning smile and I couldn’t help but feel a little awed by it.

“Willa?” Rax eyed me suspiciously, his curious gaze moving from me to Zak.

“He’s linking with me,” I explained to Rax with a soft smile to Zak.

Everyone gasped and turned to Zak. “Way to go, Meat!” Dexter slapped him reverently on the back.

“Meat?”

“You don’t want to know, Princess.”
Zak rolled his eyes as he conversed with me and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“But how is that possible?” Lincoln asked as Jaron cut his bonds with a tiny blue blade.

“No idea,” Rax piped up, shaking his head faintly in warning to me. I hated to keep secrets from Lincoln, it didn’t sit well with me, but for now I respected Rax’s wish. I’d tackle him later about it.

“Anyway.” Jaron smiled at me. “Gotta run, left a … little something waiting for me.” He winked then walked through a hatch he’d conjured.

“Thank you,” I shouted again, but he’d gone.

Rax pulled me to one side as Dexter and Lincoln started babbling about football when Dexter noticed Lincoln’s football shirt. “I’ll see her home!” he shouted to Lincoln, and before Linc had a chance to argue, I was yanked through a hatch. Battersea Park disappeared and Rax’s huge suite emerged in a flash.

Before I could blink, my back was slammed against the wall and a deep growl rumbled from Rax as he pinned my arms above my head and trapped my body between him and the wall with his hips. “And now, sweet thing, you’re mine.”

His mouth slammed down on mine and I couldn’t hold back a moan as it tore up my throat. His kiss was needy, greedy, and I welcomed his tongue eagerly when it slid between my lips. His erection pushed into my belly, making me throb with need as I pressed back into him. Very slowly, his fingers trailed down my arm and softly he cupped my breast, the heat from his touch making my nipple pebble under his gentle caress.

“Oh God, I want you so much,” he breathed as his lips trailed down my neck, his tongue following the groove of my throat.

Shivering under him when I felt his yearning, I shook my head. “We can’t,” I panted, hating my refusal with every fibre of me.

As if he hadn’t heard me, his kisses moved lower, down the V of my t-shirt until his warm breath wisped over the swell of my breast. I gasped when his fingers grasped the hem of my shirt and I raised my arms when he lifted it over my head. Stepping back, I gulped when a red blaze lit his eyes as they took in my white cotton bra, my nipples trying to escape the confines of the material as they stood rigid.

“Jesus holy fuck!” he rasped when I reached behind me and unhooked the fastening, allowing my bra to fall to the ground. “You’re so perfect.”

“I …” I cleared my throat when the words got stuck. “I’ve never …”

His gaze snapped up, his eyes fixed on mine as they fired a deeper red. “You’re a virgin?”

My cheeks heated with shame and I nodded. “Yes.”

“Yet you’re willing to give yourself to me?”

“Well,” I whispered, wishing the ground would open and swallow me up. “We can’t share … blood, but …” I shrugged and nodded.

I thought he’d changed his mind when he stared at me for ages, but suddenly he clicked his fingers and I gasped when the button of my jeans popped open. Swiping his hand downwards, my jeans slid down my legs until they bunched at my ankles. Stepping out of them, my heartbeat going crazy, I stood before him in just my knickers.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered when he stepped into me and held my cheek in his hand. “We’re going to do this like humans,” he breathed into my neck, my pussy clenching with each tender lick of his tongue over my sensitive skin. “But next time we do it my way.”

I didn’t understand what he was saying but I nodded nevertheless, my mind floating away with each of his gentle strokes.

Lifting me, he softly laid me on his bed, the cool silkiness of the sheets on my skin calming me. My eyes widened when he stood beside me and brought his own shirt over his head.

“Oh God,” I whimpered when exposed grooves of hardness made my eyes water. I’d never seen such perfection on a man before; not that I’d seen many men’s bodies. His chest bulged, his muscles deep and defined. The whole of his right pectoral was covered with a pattern of inked swirls and strange emblems, the intricacy of them giving my gaze a feast of pure indulgence.

My eyes dropped when I heard him lower his zip and push down his jeans. “Oh fuck!” My voice was high and a little scared when his hard cock sprang up towards his stomach muscles. He was huge, and my mouth hung open shamefully when I gawped at it.

“I won’t hurt you, Seraph,” he promised as he climbed over me. “I won’t ever hurt you.”

“I know.” I felt it deep within me, his vow touching my soul and making an oath with it.

When his mouth found mine again, I let my legs fall apart, inviting his eager fingers to touch me and ease the building throb that was making me squirm beneath him.

“You’re so hot,” he moaned when he tugged my knickers off and slid a finger deep inside me. “And wet for me already.”

I nodded. I couldn’t speak as pleasure bit at the need and simultaneously calmed the ache and intensified the craving for release.

Another finger pushed inside me with the first, stretching me as he swirled them around and I jerked when he pressed his thumb against my clitoris, rubbing delicately until I was writhing brazenly on his hand. “Rax,” I begged, for what I had no idea but I knew I needed something quick before I exploded in pain.

He came over me, his strong body hovering above me as he pushed himself up with one hand and caught my face with his other. “You can still say no.”

I shook my head at him. “Promise me you won’t lose control.”

He blinked at me, his brow creasing when he sensed my worry. “I promise.”

“Then yes,” I spoke clearly, needing him to hear and see my conviction. “I need you … inside me.” I blushed furiously but he didn’t laugh at my innocence like I’d expected him to. Instead he lowered his mouth to mine and tenderly kissed me as he pushed himself inside me.

We both gasped when he thrust deep into me, his swiftness breaking my hymen easily. Pain surged through me and Rax tensed. “Ouch.” He winced, feeling what I could with our connection when I felt him slip into my mind as well as my body. “We do this together, Seraph.”

I hated that tears stung my eyes with his selflessness at sharing my pain. A sensation deep within me made every inch of me soften. I couldn’t afford to allow him so deep inside me, but when he started to move slowly I couldn’t help but slam my arms around him and hold on for dear life.

His teeth clenched and a deep groan roared from him when he drove deeper. “Fuck!” It was all he said as he started to thrust faster, his cock moving in and out of me deliciously. Every part of me felt electrified, sensation after sensation rolling over me until we were both a panting mess, our hips banging together as he fucked me harder and harder.

“Willa,” he snarled, sweat dripping from his brow as his body moved in rhythm with mine. My nails tore into his back as the most overwhelming need crashed over me and a deep scent of his blood filled the air.

“Oh God, I want to taste you,” I said, my mouth watering with his unique scent of dark chocolate and whisky.

He growled, his lips pulled tight and his teeth bared as he flipped us over, and out of the blue I was sat on him, my thighs either side of his and his cock deeper inside me. My breasts pressed into his chest, his hair rubbing perfectly over my nipples. “Bite me, Seraph,” he ordered, moving his head to the side and exposing the tempting throb of his artery.

My movements grew frenzied as I felt every muscle in my body tightening. “I can’t,” I practically yelled in anger, the craving for him becoming uncontrollable.

Yanking my hair, he pushed my face into the crook of his neck. “Take me!” he snarled.

The air seemed to still, both of us growling with need when I heard the snap of his own teeth. He trembled under me as he tried to control his urge. Our fucking, if possible, intensified as he drove inside me and I bucked back onto him. My heart stampeded, my cries of pleasure spiking when I felt the tip of his tongue trace my own artery.

“Oh fuck!” I cried in horror when the tip of my teeth pressed into my bottom lip and pierced the skin, the strong scent of honey and truffles exploding around us.

“Oh fuck!” Rax echoed in a deep gruff tone.

“No!” I cried out when he slammed me on my back, pinning me down roughly as he drove even deeper inside me and grazed his teeth up my neck. “RAX!” I panicked.

“Fuck!” He was almost sobbing with the craving, his need taking over and burying his control under the longing. “I can’t …” His head shook from side to side as his body vibrated above me.

Delilah’s voice echoed in my head.
“Let him bite you, honey.”

“I can’t!”
I whimpered, shaking my head as I struggled to hold him back. My orgasm was on the precipice, painfully holding back as Rax pounded into me mercilessly, each hard thrust driving me higher and higher but something was holding me back and as my fingers tore at him, he grew as desperate as me.

“Let him drink. Trust me,”
she urged.

“I can’t!”

“Trust me,”
she begged as if feeling the intense need in us.

“Willa!” Rax sobbed, his teeth running over my vein. “I can’t … I’m so sorry …”

“DO IT!”
Delilah cried out.

Taking hold of Rax’s head, I bit into his neck, his taste bursting into my mouth and detonating my orgasm as I pulled him deeper and forced his teeth straight into the very thing that would kill him. My toxic vein.

T
he most unimaginable ecstasy burst inside me when her sweet blood coated my tongue and trickled down my throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my teeth sank deeper, my hunger gulping at her as every single one of the taste buds on my tongue tingled in delight. I could actually feel the heat of her cells chasing through my veins, winding through my body and entwining with my own as they spread into each capillary and poured liquid euphoria through every fibre of me.

My cock throbbed inside her when I felt the beat of her heart alongside my own. The friskiness of her soul dug deep inside me to hunt for my own, bright lights exploding in my mind when they found each other and twisted together, dancing excitedly.

Taking more of her, I could not only hear her mind, I could feel it, experience it as if it were my own. Not only could I feel her pain, I could sense it, and ease it.

The pleasure of her own intense orgasm tore up my spine and liquefied my bones, a deep rumble of gratification growling in my chest as I drank and drank. I was intoxicated on her essence, my body yearning for more and more of her gift to me.

The craving dominated me, controlling me and digging deeper into her for its fill of her. I was high on her, vivid colours morphing in my mind in incredible rapture, the beat of my heart stilling as she gave me everything.

Everything.

And still I wanted more. Needed more.
Craved more
.

And more.

And more.