Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 61 – 70
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 61 – 70
Now without his cloak, his muscular form was laid bare. Defined and undeniably attractive.
Though bonded to Henry and deeply in love with him, Merilyn still possessed an excellent vision.
And over the thousand years, her gaze had always been drawn to his broad shoulders and impeccably sculpted physique.
One would expect a male who had lived for almost four thousand years to appear aged, but Lord Vladya seemed to retain the appearance of a human male in his early thirties.
“Feed me, Merilyn,” he ordered softly.
“As my master commands, so shall it be,” Merilyn had no idea of when he would summon her next, so she prepared to fulfill her duty in the sacred ways of Old. That way, the nourishment will last longer inside of him.
She undressed completely, standing before him in her nakedness. Then, she knelt down—her pregnancy made it harder, but she managed to assume the position. Tilting her head to the side, she offered her neck.
Vladya turned, noticing her position, and paused. He drew closer, pulling her up. “You should not be kneeling in your condition,” he guided her to a nearby wall, his body pressing against hers.
From the deepening hue of yellow in his eyes, Merilyn sensed his beast was close to the surface.
Once again, she tilted her head, exposing her neck. His lips parted, revealing his elongated fangs.
His tongue swiped against the spot where he would bite, pushing his elixir into her. With a swift motion, his fangs pierced her skin.
His elixir prevented the pain of his fangs piercing her skin, instead, it filled her with the natural pleasure she had come to know over the centuries.
Merilyn moaned, familiar sensations flooding through her. The side effects of bloodfeeding for Urekais was arousal—although it varies, some more potent the others.
“Yes, my Lord. Drink your fill,” she whispered, cradling his head.
In the distance, screams pierced the air.
Merilyn was consumed by the intoxicating waves of pleasure surging through her body.
He no longer pumped her with his pheromones–not since she had bonded with Henry–providing just enough to ensure the feeding would not cause her pain.
Yet she still felt the undeniable surge of arousal, that was natural to bloodfeeding, coursing through her.
“Yes, my Lord, continue to feed from me. Just like that,” she softly cried out.
Despite her efforts to control herself, she struggled against her pregnancy hormones, coupled with the overwhelming influence bloodfeeding her master.
The sensation of his strong fangs tickling her and the firm pulls as he suckled, which traveled within her feminine core and her breasts, proved irresistible.
Merilyn moaned, surrendering to her desires, as she shamelessly spread her legs and pressed her swollen, arching womanhood against his hard, muscular legs.
Blood rushed through her body, more pumping into her veins as he drank from her.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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