Status Updates From Blood Moon Bound (Blood Moo...

Kinda boring. Where are the assassins? The excitement?

His chest expanded, and when he took another step closer, light from the lamp bathed the side of his face. I gasped. He was transformed, like he had in the shower, but even more so, his face all sharp angles, his fangs long and vicious, his eyes glowing and vibrant. I was looking into the eyes of a monster. I fell back another step. “Do not run, Delphine,” he snarled. “Whatever you do, do not run from me.”

His head shot up, his violet eyes snapping open and clashing with mine. His fangs were extended, his forehead broader, his cheekbones and chin sharp blades. I’d never seen him like this before. He looked so different. I stumbled back a step, my hand flying to my mouth. He didn’t stop what he was doing, he straightened, something in his wild eyes shifting, his lids heavy, lips peeled back. My gaze slid over him again

He rubbed his thumb along the seam of my folds and pressed in, making me gasp. One moment he was looking at me, the next his mouth was between my legs, his fingers sliding deep inside me. I fell back on the bed with a groan. Constantine was relentless, bringing me to a screaming orgasm in moments, then again, and again. His fingers inside me, while he licked and sucked until I was trembling, sweaty

“It didn’t frighten her?” When it came to the fore, he completely transformed. He took another sip of his drink and shook his head. “No, she…tamed it, Con. She fucking tamed the beast. And he’s been quiet, content since, for the first time in my entire life.” He turned to me. “I think…I think mating with Lucinda is the best thing I’ve ever done. Don’t resist,” he said to the four of us sitting around him.

There was no chance of that. Gripping the sides of her panties, I tugged them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. Fuck me. She lay there, perfect, willing, desperate for more. My cock was a hot rod of molten steel, but somehow I ignored the pounding need to fuck and fell back between her thighs, throwing them over my shoulders and covering her pretty pussy with my mouth again. She cried out, lifting her hips,

“You have a fucking gorgeous mouth, and I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you. And yes, I’m going to kiss you, right now as a matter of fact, to stop you from talking, because if you keep talking, and saying the things you are, I will show you right here and now, what taking entails.”

“The next time you feed, you will come to me.” The possessive snarl to my voice caught us both off guard. “And you sure as fuck will not drink from anyone else.” She licked her lips nervously. “Yes, Constantine.” Her voice was soft and sweet and lifted tingles all over me. My cock was unbearably hard now, and the urge to throw her over the table and fuck her, to claim my little virgin bride, was almost overwhelming.

Her innocence called to the predator in me, and the urge to play with my prey before I pounced, pounded through me. And her refusal to look at me? It was making me insane. I didn’t know why, but I wanted, needed her eyes on me, even though I knew I’d see only fear and disgust. Walk away, now. I should listen to the voice in my head but instead I strode across the room and sat in the seat closest to her.

Delphine gasped, her gaze slicing up to me, looking at me wide-eyed and terrified as I loomed over her like a fucking salivating monster. Her scent slammed into me, and the sound of her racing pulse, the pounding of her heart, filled my head. My mouth watered and I licked down one of my fangs. Why was I resisting her, again? I was struggling to remember. All I knew was that I needed to end this driving hunger.

I didn’t want her opening the door because if she did, in my current state, I would grab her, toss her on the bed and finish what we’d started. I’d take her, mate her, bite her. I’d claim her in all the ways I’d dreamed about since I first laid eyes on her. Delphine was supposed to be my reward after centuries of war and bloodshed, but everything had changed and I couldn’t have her, not like that

Constantine dragged his tongue over my throat and lifted his head. “You taste as delicious as I imagined.” His nostrils flared as he scented me. “Did you make a mess, Delphine?” My face burned hotter, and I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I…I don’t know what happened. I…I don’t know…” He pressed a thick finger to my lips, silencing me, and began gathering up the skirts of my dress. “Let me take a look and see 😅

A strange and fierce hunger, foreign and all-consuming, had me pulling the brutal, utterly terrifying warrior closer to me, instead of shoving him away. The place between my thighs throbbed deeper, ached—god, it felt empty. I needed something I didn’t understand. Right then, my body didn’t belong to me. I was spinning out of control.

He didn’t answer. His cool cheek touched mine, and I jumped, then I felt his lips at my jaw, sliding lower. One of his fangs lightly scraped my skin, and I whimpered and grabbed his arm, terror filling me. His biceps bunched, then he sucked hard on my skin. I tried to pull away, but he held me fast. “Don’t move,” he said harshly.

These two are SO HOT together!! Pure. Fire.