Bloodsong

Chapter 62

I knew nothing of my life before awakening as a vampire, only Matteo, as if I’d always known him.

“That’s the blood bond,” he said as he carried me in his arms back to his house. I loved the strength of his arms, his warm body against me. He’d insisted on carrying me, and I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed it. “It binds us together. Your vampire instincts tie you to me as you adjust to your new self. Your mind is in shock after your mortal death, so it shuts down. You’ll get yourself back in a few days.” His lips brushed my forehead. “It might be a painful transition when you do, but I’ll help you through it.”

I could listen to that accent all day .

He shook as laughter boomed from him. “You’re still you in every way.” He carried me into his bedroom.

I stood before him, unable to take my eyes from his face. Yearning washed over me with an intensity that left me breathless. He didn’t move, watching me as if waiting. Raw desire smouldered in his eyes, along with pure love that shone through. I reached for his face, overcome with my own need and love. I needed to claim him, and for him to claim me.

“Mine,” I said, and joy lit up his eyes.

“Yes, mi amore , I’m yours.” He still didn’t move.

I dropped my hand from his face, pressing it to his chest.

‘ What do you want, mi cantante? ’ His hand lifted to push hair back from my face.

“I want you,” I replied. “I want you naked, and I want your hands on me.”

Matteo removed his tee-shirt. I brushed both hands across his wide chest to his abs. His fingers closed around my wrists before moving up my arms. I undid his jeans, and he discarded them. He took his time to unbutton my bloodied shirt, pulling it from me. We caressed each other, captivated. I wanted nothing else but his touch, and to touch him. He left a blazing trail of kisses across my collarbone to my jaw.

He lowered me to the bed, pinning my body beneath his. I reached up to cradle his face, and his eyes closed. When he opened them again, they were red.

“Are you still hungry?” I asked.

He breathed in. “Only for you.” He kissed my neck, moving across to my shoulder and down my arm, his lips leaving me wanting more.

I tilted my head, exposing my throat to him, unsure if he could still drink from me. If vampires could feed from each other.

He kissed my palm, his lips stretched into a smile. “We can. At least this time I don’t have to worry about taking too much or what my blood will do to you. I got a little carried away last time. Blood-sharing with you is something I long for. It is very intimate for our kind.”

His fingers brushed my neck, and he sunk his fangs in. I held him to me, feeling like I was floating. Warmth and pleasure flooded through my entire body. He lifted his head, gazing into my eyes. Moving down my body, he bit into my breast before letting go and pulling my wrist to his mouth.

Buzzing with energy, I moaned. He released my wrist and moved down again, his fangs sinking into my inner thigh.

As he withdrew again, I groaned in frustration. He moved to whisper in my ear.

“I told you that you would be mine, heart, body and soul,” he said.

I had no memory of that, yet I wanted him to claim me. My heart, my body and my soul.

“I am yours,” I whispered. “My heart is yours. My body is yours. My soul is yours. All you need to do is claim me.”

His cheek brushed against mine.

“I claim you,” he said, his breath caressing my ear. “I claim your heart.” His hand rested over my chest, and he moved down, his lips brushing the space over my heart. “I claim your body.” His hand slid down, against my stomach and ribs. “And I claim your soul.” Then we were kissing, and I was complete.

Matteo rolled us over, so he was beneath me, his hands on my hips. “Drink from me, Quinn,” he murmured. “Claim me.” He tilted his head to the side, baring his throat to me.

His blood was different from the humans’. There was more fire. There was no nourishment in it, but I soared.

“I claim you,” I whispered, moving to the other side of his throat. His hand grasped the back of my head, and a low grumble rose from him. I lifted my head and kissed his chest. His heartbeat was slow, pulsing beneath my lips. “I claim your heart.” I ran my hands over his abs. “I claim your body.”

Sparks erupted as our lips met again. His need and desire and deep longing joined mine, our minds fused as the blood bond wrapped tighter around us, hearts beating as one. “I claim your soul.”

Matteo rolled us over a second time, and he trailed kisses down, stopping at my breasts. I shifted my fingers through his hair as he used teeth and sucked, eliciting gasps from me. He continued moving down my body until his face rested between my legs. His mouth was warm, and he licked, bit, and swirled his tongue, and heat built in my core. I clenched, my hands grasping sheets as Matteo’s tightened on my hips.

‘ Scream,’ his voice in my head was heavy with lust, and he met my eyes with a wicked glint. ‘ Scream for me, Quinn. ’

“Faster,” I begged. “Harder.”

He did as I asked, the pressure of his tongue increasing. Pleasure and heat coiled around my core and my hips bucked. I grasped the back of his head, holding him hard against me. Arching my back, I let waves carry me to the height of my orgasm, screaming his name as I surged with pure pleasure. Satisfaction flared from him. Fine spasms ran through me as he kissed my clit before crawling his way up to my mouth. I clutched him, still trembling, my body on fire.

His tongue was forceful against mine, and I ground myself against his hardness, aching for him to be inside me. Matteo lifted his head to look me in the eyes.

“I like hearing you scream my name,” he said. “I’m going to make you do it again. But first, my little cantante, you’re going to beg for it.”

He nudged his erection to my opening but paused, waiting. I pushed up and he pulled back.

“I said beg. Tell me how much you want me inside you,” he commanded.

“Please,” I murmured with a groan, feeling like if he continued doing this, I would combust. “I need you.”

His eyes gleamed. “Tell me what you need.”

I growled in frustration. “Matteo, please. I need you inside me.”

His smile was one of triumph. “Will you scream for me if I give you what you want?”

He kissed my neck, fangs pressed against skin.

My body was on fire, and I wanted both his cock and his fangs. “Yes,” I whispered. “Just please, Matteo…”

I didn’t finish my sentence before he drove into me roughly, biting my throat as he did. My muscles pulsed around him as he entered, stretching me. A wave of euphoria crashed over me, and I dug my nails into his back. His thrusts were aggressive, but I wanted more. My hips rose up in time to meet him with each movement, and I wrapped my legs around him. The sensation of our bodies against each other, and him sliding through me, jolted me with waves of pleasure.

Our breaths came out in gasps, Matteo letting out little grunts. I bit into his shoulder, his lips still latched onto my throat, and our minds connected. A deep love emanated from him merging with me. I soared as ripples pulled me closer to coming, and I pulled on his hair. A loud moan escaped my lips against his shoulder. He tensed, and he lifted his head, our gazes locked in the heat of ecstasy.

He heaved against me, his breathing ragged, and he kissed me again.

“You’re mine,” he said. “And I’m yours. Forever.”