"Fuck," Victor breathed, and through the bond I felt his control slip further at the sight of me like this—spread open on his kitchen island, taking his thumb into my mouth while his cock continued its maddening slide through my folds. "You're perfect like this."
I whimpered around his thumb, my tongue working against it, but the pleasure from his teasing strokes was building into something more urgent, more demanding. I needed him inside me, needed to be stretched and filled and fucked properly.
"Please," I gasped around his thumb, my hips trying to tilt to take him in even as my hands guided his. "Victor, please, I need—"
He withdrew his thumb from my mouth, his eyes dark and hungry as they fixed on my face. "Tell me what you want," he demanded. "Say it."
"Inside," I managed, beyond pride, beyond shame. "Please, Victor, I need you inside me. The teasing feels so good but I need more, I need you to fill me, to fuck me properly. Please—"
Maya was the strongest warrior of the wolves, feared by her enemies and respected by her own kind.
Victor was a vampire who took pleasure in slaughtering both humans and werewolves, a monster whispered about in every pack.
Wolves and vampires had been mortal enemies since ancient times.
Whenever they met, there was only one rule: kill, or be killed.
Yet the first time Maya saw Victor, something was wrong.
Her usually calm wolf, Raven, suddenly grew restless, and in that heavy, wordless pull Maya understood the truth—Victor, the vampire she was born to kill, was her FATED MATE.