Chapter Ten

Brax POV

Pushing my trousers down, I kick them off, never taking my tongue off her before I slide my hands along her legs, one continues up to grasp her breast, the other slides between her legs.

The moment my finger presses into her, she gasps. I keep licking her, my finger moving slowly, before I push in a second and third. The sounds she’s making are destroying not only my sanity but my soul as well.

I keep moving my fingers, watching as she gets closer to her orgasm. The moment it hits, she cries out, her back arching into me.

Pulling my fingers free, I lick them clean before kissing up her body. The moment I’m over her, I kiss her deeply and she whimpers, pulling me closer.

Grasping my cock, I rub it over her pussy. She whines, her hips pushing up to me. Kissing her jaw, I nip at it. “Are you sure?” I need to be sure she’s sure.

She nods quickly, her hands grasping at me. Pushing forward, the head of my cock breaks through, and she whimpers. I stop, not wanting to hurt her.

Cupping her face, I kiss her. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise.”

Slowly, I kiss her again, my hand stroking down her body, trying to calm her. Pushing forward, I groan at the feeling. She gasps, and I stop.

“Look between us, baby. See how deep I am? And I’m still not even halfway in. Your body has to take every single inch of me before I’m fully inside you. I’m holding back because I don’t want to break you on your first time, but there’s still so much of me left to take.”

She whimpers, and I hold her still. “How can it not even be half? This isn’t going to work… it’s too much.”

Kissing her, I grasp her chin. “Focus, Little Nightbloom. You were made for me, I’ll fit.”

I shift my hips, pushing in more, and she whimpers. “Just do it quickly without stopping.”

Chuckling, I bite her neck. “It will hurt more.”

“But it will be quicker, please.” She tries to pull me closer.

“Are you sure? It will hurt.”

She nods. Fuck, okay. I push forward, not fast and hard, but in one movement without stopping. She whimpers, and her nails scratch along my back. The moment I’m buried deep I groan.

“You good?” I whisper and kiss her.

“Yeah.” She kisses me back.

“Let me know if it gets too much.” I pull back and thrust in slowly. She moans, her hips grinding up into me.

I set a slow gentle pace, letting her get used to it. Every time I bottom out, she gasps, her hips raising, and her head falling back.

I keep it tender, rocking into her with long, unhurried strokes, giving her time to feel every inch. Her walls flutter around me like silk and fire, so tight it steals my breath. I watch her face the whole time, the way her lips part, the flush that spreads across her chest, the way her eyes flutter half-closed in disbelief and pleasure.

“Fuck, Raine… you feel like you were made for me,” I murmur, voice low and rough. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.”

She whimpers softly, her hands sliding up my back, nails digging in just enough to ground me. I lean down and kiss her slow and deep, matching the rhythm of my hips. My wolf is pacing hard inside my chest, pushing, snarling, demanding I claim her right now, right here. I shove him down with everything I have.

Not yet. Not like this. She’s not ready.

But the vampire in me is rising too, cold, hungry and ancient. My gums ache as my fangs start to lengthen. I fight it, clenching my jaw, forcing them back.

I pick up the pace, just a little, moving deeper and harder. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, and she moans louder, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist.

“Brax…” Her voice is breathless, shaky. “It feels… it feels so much…”

“I know, Little Nightbloom,” I growl against her throat. “I’m trying to be gentle. I’m trying so fucking hard not to lose control and claim you right now. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and dark with pleasure and something deeper. “Then don’t hold back… not completely.”

That’s all it takes.

I thrust harder, faster, the gentleness cracking as raw need takes over. The bed creaks under us. Her moans turn into broken cries every time I drive deep. My wolf howls inside me, slamming against the cage I’m keeping it in. My fangs drop fully now, sharp, and aching, impossible to stop.

I feel the shift in her body, the way she starts to tighten around me like a vice. She’s close. I’m right there with her.

“Look at me,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “Stay with me, Raine. I need to see you when you come.”

Her eyes lock on mine, glassy and desperate.

I slam into her harder, chasing that edge, and the second her orgasm crashes over her, her walls clamping down, her back bowing off the bed, my control snaps.

I strike.

My fangs sink into the soft flesh where her neck meets her shoulder. Not the mating bite. Not the claim. Just pure vampire hunger feeding on her.

The moment her blood hits my tongue, rich and electric, laced with wild magic, everything explodes.

She screams.

Not in pain. In pure, blinding pleasure.

Her body convulses under me, one orgasm ripping straight into another, then another. Her walls milk me so hard I see stars. I drink from her in deep, greedy pulls, each swallow sending fresh waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She’s shaking, sobbing my name, nails raking down my back as orgasm after orgasm tears through her.

I thrust through all of it, riding every pulse, every flutter, until my own release slams into me like a freight train.

I pull my fangs free with a groan, licking the bite closed as I spill deep inside her, hips stuttering and body locked against hers.

We stay like that, panting and trembling, wrapped around each other, her heart hammering against my chest, my forehead pressed to hers.

I kiss her softly tasting the salt of her tears and the faint copper of her blood on my tongue.

“Mine,” I whisper against her lips, voice hoarse. “Even if the whole world tries to stop us… you’re already mine, Little Nightbloom.”

For the first time since I met her, the wolf and the vampire inside me go completely, perfectly still.