Bound in Blood (Broken Bloodlines Book 3)
Bound in Blood: Chapter 21

Show her? She has no idea what she asks. If I show her the depth of my feelings for her right now, I will surely break her in two.

“Show you?” It is the feral beast inside me who snarls those words.

She nods, her cheeks flushed pink and her lip caught between her teeth. I sink to the floor, her legs still wrapped around me as I lay her on the cool marble. I should take more care with her, but I cannot. I cannot get far enough inside her to sate the need burning through me. Although, I will try.

I sink into her and roar out her name as bone-deep satisfaction unfurls in every part of my body. I drive deeper and harder with every thrust. Blood thundering in my veins, head spinning. Being driven mad with frantic, clawing need.

My fingers dig into the supple flesh of her ass and hips as I hold her still, ensuring she takes every millimeter of me over and over again.

It does not take any time at all to have her moaning my name whilst her tight pussy squeezes my cock in a death grip, as though she is as averse to letting me go as I am to being released. I fuck her harder than I can ever recall fucking anyone in my long years on this earth. And I go on rutting into her until her walls flutter around me and she screams my name to the heavens. Her climax triggers my own, tearing through my very soul as I fill her tight pussy with my cum.

We pant for breath, and I run my nose up from her collarbone to her jaw. Despite my orgasm, her scent has my mouth watering, and both my fangs and my cock continue to ache. The desire to taste her blood is so intense, and it takes all of my carefully curated years of restraint to resist. My strength has returned, and it would do me minimal harm now to sip from her poisoned veins. But as long as Giorgios’s whereabouts and intentions are unknown, he is a danger to her. Not to mention the uncertainty of Lucian’s role in all of this. It would be reckless to do anything that would weaken me in any way.

Ophelia whimpers, and tremors vibrate through her beautiful body. And whilst I yearn to taste her blood, I will console myself with tasting my other favorite part of her soon enough. Which reminds me …

“We should get you some food, little one. I am sure we will replace you some sustenance in the pantry.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not hungry.” Her voice is little more than a whisper.

Her pulse flutters. She seems weakened, and I cannot afford to let my desire for her cloud my decision-making. “When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know. It’s been a while. But right now, I can’t even think about eating.”

Her heart is racing erratically in her chest, her entire body shaking. “Why are you trembling, little one?” Whilst I can read her mind and feel her emotions, I despise not feeling everything through our bond, and I yearn for it to be back in place.

“I …” She sucks in a harsh breath, and the tear that runs down her cheek comes to rest on the plump bow of her lip. She licks it off before I can. “I thought you were … and now you’re here … and I …” She squeezes her eyes closed, and I do not need our bond to know the myriad of thoughts and what-ifs running through her head or to feel the pain of my loss still clinging to her bones. The deep sense of relief and elation at replaceing me alive, at having me here, pressed up against her, is so intense I can taste it. I am real, although she cannot bring herself to fully believe it is true. The same emotions threaten to overwhelm me, but the pervading emotion for me is one of sheer joy—I am here with her, and my boys are safe.

All the anguish of the past four weeks—Giorgios’s betrayal, Ophelia’s revelations about Lucian—everything pales into insignificance now that she is in my arms. I fasten my pants and scoop her up before carrying her through the open-plan living area to one of the bedrooms at the back of the house, where I set her on the edge of the king-sized bed.

My knees thud against the cool marble floor, and I slide my hands down her thighs, still clad in her torn jeans, until I reach her boots and begin to untie them. “I do not believe I have ever seen you in jeans before, little one.”

“They’re more convenient, don’t you think?”

My lips twitch in a smirk. “I suppose that all depends on what you are doing.”

She smiles too, but it disappears quickly and is replaced by a sadness in her eyes that I cannot bear to see. “My skirts didn’t feel practical anymore. It felt like we had to be prepared for anything …” The reminder of where she has spent the last few weeks causes a deep well of rage to open up inside me and threaten to swallow me whole.

She traces her fingertips over my cheek, leaving a trail of heat flickering across my skin. “I missed you so much.”

I push thoughts of my brother aside, if only for now, because Ophelia deserves every single shred of my attention. “And I you, little one.” After placing her foot on my thigh, I continue untying her boots.

“What are you doing down there?” she asks.

With a sharp tug, I remove one boot along with her sock, then make a start on the other. “What, you mean kneeling at your feet?”

She flutters her eyelashes. “Yes.”

Once her second shoe and sock have been discarded, I lift her leg and press a kiss to her ankle. “There is no more fitting place in the world for me to be, agápi mou.” I run my hands back up her thighs and pull the torn fabric of her jeans and panties down her legs before discarding them. “And nowhere on earth I would rather be.” The scent of her grows stronger with each passing second, and my cock aches, urging me to bury myself inside her again until nothing exists but the two of us. I force her thighs apart with my shoulders, and with a hand around her throat, I squeeze gently, pushing her to lie back on the bed.

“I have thought about you every second of every day we have been apart.” I run my nose up the inside of her thigh, inhaling deeply and allowing her scent to fill me until it floods my senses and my mouth is watering to taste her. She whines for me, the sound loaded with desperation. But I must savor every moment, every single millisecond of this. “You are soaked, little one.”

“Because I need you. Please!”

“And you shall have me.” I flick the tip of my tongue along the length of her dripping wet center, and her sweet arousal coating my tongue has the beast inside me snapping its teeth, ravenous to be let loose and devour her whole. “But not before I have you.”

She lifts her hips to meet my mouth, her loud, unrestrained moans echoing around the room. Keeping one hand around her throat, where her racing pulse thrums against my fingers, I use my other hand to press her thigh flat to the bed, holding her wide open for me so I can eat. And I eat like she is the only thing on this earth that can sustain me. Her sweet juices are life-giving nectar, coating my tongue along with my own release as I lick and suck and will myself not to bite.

“Alexandros.” My name falls from her lips on a satisfied moan, and the sound only makes me more feral for her. More desperate to make her scream my name in rapture once more. When she comes again for me, it is loud and life-affirming and delicious. I lap up every drop she spills, letting her taste overwhelm me. My head is spinning. Cock aching with a need that I have never experienced in over two thousand years. Ophelia Hart is my addiction. My ruin and my redemption.

I flick my tongue over my lips, savoring her taste. As her legs still tremble and she rides the endorphins of her orgasm, I remove her hoodie and bra, exposing her entire beautiful body to me.

I trail my fingertips over her full breasts, down her ribs, and onto the curve of her hips, enjoying the way her body responds to me. Her nipples pucker as she presses herself into my touch.

“I have told you many times that you are exquisite, agápi mou, but I do not believe I could ever truly convey the beauty of you. You are simply …” I press a single kiss to her lower abdomen. “Perfect.”

She lets out a contented sigh. “You flatter me, sir.”

Sir. The word elicits a deep growl, one that rumbles through my bones and makes her shiver. The time for gentle ministrations is over. I need to reclaim her in every way I am able. If I cannot mar her with my teeth, then I will think of other ways to leave my mark on her.

“I have warned you about calling me sir, Ophelia.” I push her up the bed until her head is resting on the pillow and crawl over her. “It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

Her nipples brush against my chest as she sucks in a deep, rasping breath. Her pupils are blown so wide they obscure the vibrant blue of her irises. I swear a man could fall into those eyes and lose himself forever if he stared into them long enough. “I like it when you do bad things to me, sir.”

Damn, I want to bite her. I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and have her delicious blood fill me up. I want to be filled with her essence. Her power. Just her. I want to consume her as she consumes me. She runs her hand down my back, her nails lightly scratching my skin. I throw my head back, a loud, frustrated groan tearing itself from my throat. I cannot wait a second longer.

With a sharp tug on the waistband of my pants, I tear them open and free my cock from the confines of the fabric. It offers but a little reprieve from the constant throbbing ache. But when I sink inside her with one smooth stroke a second later, my body is flooded with overwhelming, mind-altering sensations of both relief and euphoria. I still my movements, remaining deep inside her whilst I let the feelings wash over and through me. Savoring each moment of this connection in a way I was unable to earlier, when I was too driven by my desperation to be inside her. Even now, my muscles vibrate with the strength of the need coursing through me.

“Oh, god.” Her nails rake down my back again, harder this time, piercing my still-healing skin, but I am too lost in the ecstasy of our connection to register any pain. She could pour molten silver into the open wound right now and I could not bring myself to care.

I press my forehead against hers, sucking in a deep breath that I hope will calm the racing of my heart. “Ophelia. You. Are. Everything.”

With Herculean effort, I pull out, reveling in the needy moan it elicits from her, before I sink back in. Her muscles squeeze around me, rippling around my shaft and milking precum from my crown. And every time I pull out to drive back inside her, her pussy holds me tighter than before. I screw my eyes closed and try to stave off my impending release, but it is no use. My sweet little elementai knows exactly what she is doing to me. She wraps her legs around my waist and stares into my eyes. And when she tells me she loves me, I come undone.

With a roar of her name, I empty my release into her once again, filling her tight channel until my cum drips out of her.

“That was amazing,” she pants.

I press a possessive kiss on her lips. “And I am not nearly done with you, little one.”

Her eyes widen. “Shouldn’t you get some rest, maybe?”

“There will be time for rest when I am in the netherworld.”

Her eyes flash with hurt, and I kiss her again. “Which will be a very, very long time away. When the world is nothing but dust. But until then, I may never sleep again, for I want to spend every possible second inside you.”

Before she can reply, I flip her over and give her a hard swat on the ass that makes her giggle. The sound is so pure and full of joy.

“I am driven mad by my desire for you, Ophelia Hart.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her ass up into the air and drive into her again, the ache in my cock not even slightly lessened by my previous two climaxes. I am not sure I will ever get my fill of her.

Her pleasure-filled screams are muffled by the pillow under her face as I fuck her again. And again. Like this. With her riding me. With her legs over my shoulders. Then, finally, with her legs locked tight around my waist whilst I stare deep into her eyes.

She unravels me completely before she puts me back together. Over and over again until we collapse in a heap on the bed, both of us panting for breath and fighting exhaustion. The boys are almost here, and for now, I am sated enough.

For now.