I barely registered her questions but did my best to find focus so I could answer her, especially knowing where the conversation was headed. Without warning, I scooped her into my arms and began to stalk through the house. “You don’t need to worry about his parents,” I assured her, trying to keep the rage out of my voice so she wouldn’t mistake my anger as being directed at her. “You aren’t going to be seeing them again. I’ll deal with it.”
We reached a set of stairs, and I quickly jogged up to the second floor and turned to the right, heading down the hallway.
“You shouldn’t have to do that.”
I cut her off before she could say any more. “You are mine, Thana. I take care of you, protect you, and give you anything you need. And as for your aunt...well, we’ll figure out how to handle her later.”
“Yours…” she echoed thoughtfully. “Does that have something to do with the fated consort thing Jonathan mentioned?”
I gritted my teeth and growled, “Do not ever mention that bastard again.” I kicked open one of the double doors that led to the master suite, and it slammed into the wall with a loud bang. Thana jumped a little but pressed herself closer to me rather than pulling away. Fuck, I needed her naked. Now.
Setting her on her feet beside the huge canopy bed, I turned her around and brushed her gorgeous hair over one shoulder. Then I bent my head to brush my lips over her mark and gave her a little lick. She tasted the way she smelled, like cinnamon and something that was all her own. My teeth ached to see if her blood was just as sweet.
“Being my fated consort”—slowly, I began to lower her zipper—“means that you were born to be mine. It’s your destiny, Thana.” Her bodice gaped forward when it was fully unzipped, and I licked my lips at the sight of all that pure, milky skin. She had on a lacy, blue bra, and I popped the catch and pushed all of the material off her shoulders.
“Does that make you mine?” she asked softly. Her back was exposed, but she was holding the dress up in front of her and looking over her shoulder with a tentative gaze.
“Yes,” I responded in a low, resolute tone. Gliding my hands up from her waist to her ribs, I yanked her back against me before sliding them around and forcing them underneath hers. I dislodged them and her arms fell to her sides. It gave me the access I needed to cup her full, ripe breasts. When she gasped, it sent blood rushing straight to my cock. “I’ve waited a long, long time for you, baby,” I whispered in her ear.
“And um, exactly how long was that?”
I chuckled and buried my head in the crook of her neck. “Adorable,” I murmured. “I’ll be nine hundred and nighty-eight in a few months.” My thumbs grazed her pebbled nipples, causing them to harden even more.
“Oh,” she squeaked. It turned into a moan when I gently squeezed her globes and licked up the side of her neck to nibble on her earlobe.
“I’ve been waiting nearly a thousand years to hold you, to kiss you”—one of my hands traveled down her stomach until it reached the apex of her thighs and I cupped her there—“to sink my cock into your virgin pussy and fill you with my come while I feast on your blood.”
Thana shuddered as I ran the tips of my fangs along her delicate skin and pressed my hips into her plump derriere. I allowed myself the tiniest nick and licked up the small droplet of blood. The taste burst in my mouth, rich and sweet, completely addicting.
“Kieran,” she moaned as I dipped a finger under the fabric of her underwear.
“Fuck, baby. Hearing you moan my name is going to end this before I’ve even gotten started.” I dragged the digit up her slit and groaned. “Soaked. I have no doubt that your pussy is as delicious as your blood.” Thana shuddered, and her heart pounded under my hand, her breathing becoming shallow. “Shall I find out, my sweet consort?”
I took a single step back, just far enough to turn her to face me. Without my hands in her bodice, her dress began to slither down her body. My eyes dropped to her plump lips, and I covered them with my own, my tongue seeking and gaining entrance. I swirled it around, learning the contours of her mouth, soaking up her taste, and dancing with her tongue. While our mouths were occupied, I helped her clothes make the final trek to pool around her feet on the floor.
Walking her backward to the bed, I groaned as I continued to devour her. Her hands came up to my biceps, and she gripped them tight as she tentatively began to explore my mouth. After a minute, they slid up to my shoulders, then into my hair, where she twisted her fingers into the strands. Her grip was firm, and she pulled my head down so she could kiss me back with more fervor. Her boldness was hot as fuck, and my dick swelled so much that I was a little surprised I didn’t come right then.
I didn’t imagine it would be very long before that happened, though. It wasn’t as if I had any experience. My cock hadn’t even worked for my own hand. It would only serve to pleasure my consort. However, I was determined to make her come before I lost all control.
Without separating from her lips, I swept her up into my arms
