What had started as an innocent touch turned into something much deeper.
Darius pulled his canines out of my neck and drew his tongue over the wound to seal it closed. I tugged him closer, needing every part of my body to touch him, aching for him—for them all—to be inside me.
“Breed,” I whispered. “Please, breed me.”
Before I could stop myself, I jumped onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he grabbed my ass with his strong arms to hold me up, I ground my p***y against his jeans, desperate for it.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Please, I need it. I need it so badly.”
I didn’t know what had come over me, but I couldn’t stop it. Nor did I want to stop it.
“Goddess, I want to,” Darius murmured against my lips, keeping them millimeters away from me, teasing me even harder. The beas
