Bitter Blood (Blood and Moonlight Book 3)

His mouth feathered over her jaw, then slowly moved down her neck. Jane’s head tipped back and a moan slipped from her throat. He always knew just how to touch her. Always knew exactly—


His fangs sank into her throat. There was no pain, just pleasure, a white-hot lash that had her whole body tensing. Her hands rose and curled around his broad shoulders, but she didn’t push him away. Her nails sank into his shirt as she pulled him even closer.

He was drinking her blood. He was tasting her…

And she loved it.

Her breasts tightened as need spiraled inside of her. Not some soft, gentle need. Lust. Dirty, hot lust. Her sex ached and her panties got wet. She rocked her hips against him, wanting to be closer.

His bite—it was doing something to her. She was rubbing her body against his like a freaking cat in heat, and Jane couldn’t stop herself. She wanted her clothes gone, and she wanted him to fuck her. Right then. Right there. She didn’t care where they were. She didn’t care if anyone walked straight in on them. She needed Aidan.

Her breath panted out. “Aidan!”

He locked his hands around her hips and lifted her up. He whirled and put her down on top of the bar, then he pushed between her spread legs. His cock was full, shoving hard against the front of his jeans. Her trembling fingers jerked at the button on his jeans and she pulled down the zipper. That hiss was loud in the bar, but not as loud as the frantically drumming heartbeat that echoed in her ears.

Want him. Need him.

Her own fangs were out. Her breasts were tight peaks. She wanted Aidan to lick them. Wanted him to lick her—everywhere.

Pleasure. No more pain. That was what she wanted with him. Always with him.

Her hand curled around his cock. It was thick and hot in her hand. She squeezed him and—

“Jane.” He’d pulled his mouth from her neck. He stared down at her, and she lost her breath as she stared at him. Aidan looked as if he wanted to devour her.

Staring into his eyes, she stroked him again, a long pump from the base of his cock to the head of his erection.

His jaw tightened. “I’m going to fuck you.”

“Good.” She needed him inside her. She needed—

“I’m going to own you.” His voice was dark and rough as he grabbed her shirt and wrenched it up. His claws sliced through her bra and his mouth locked on one aching breast. Jane’s head tipped back as she gave a wild cry.

In me. I need him in me—

“Just as you own me,” Aidan rasped against her. Then his hand was at the snap of her jeans. He moved fast—that wonderful paranormal speed—and she was suddenly naked on the bar top. He pulled her closer, and he smiled at her.

But…

That smile was more beast than man.

His fingers pushed between her legs. “Wet for me.”

She was dying for him right now. His bite had sent her body into an overdrive of yearning. She was about to start clawing at him if he didn’t thrust inside of her. The ache was constant. She needed him to fill her. She needed him to fuck her into oblivion.

The desire wasn’t normal. In some distant part of her mind, she knew that. Too intense. Too fast. Too consuming. But—

Screw normal.

Aidan yanked her to the edge of the bar. It was cold and hard beneath her and Jane squirmed—but her movements stopped when he bent over her and he…

He licked her. Kissed her. Stroked her sex and just fed that mad need that was about to rip her apart. Her hands slapped down on the bar as her body trembled.

“Fucking delicious,” Aidan whispered. He looked up at her with his bright blue eyes. “Fucking mine.”

And he was hers. Soul deep. Good and bad. Always…hers.

He positioned his cock at the entrance to her body, and he sank deep. A hard thrust that stole her breath and was exactly what she wanted. In the next instant, he’d pulled her right off the bar. He held her easily in his arms, so damn easily, and her legs locked around him. She rose on him, sank down, again and again, going wild with the feel of him inside of her. His mouth pressed to her throat once again. His fangs sank into her and as he tasted her, she felt his cock swell even more inside of her.

It was too much—his bite, the deep thrust of his cock into her—Jane’s orgasm hit, driving her over the edge and she screamed his name. It wasn’t some blast of pleasure, it consumed her. Shaking her, trembling through her whole body. She squeezed her eyes shut, she fought to get a breath, and the pleasure lashed against her.

Her sex squeezed him, hard and tight, and she felt him erupt inside of her. The hot splash of his release that just fueled her own climax. His grip hardened on her, he kept drinking from her, and Jane was utterly lost—taken.

His completely in that moment, just as he was hers.

She tried to get her heartbeat to slow. Tried to get her breath to ease. But…

I still want him. I want more. The need—that dark, twisting need that he’d awakened in her—wasn’t gone. He licked her throat and then his head lifted. Jane forced her lashes to rise as she stared up at him.

He was still hard inside of her. He’d come, but, like her…