Dark Hunger

"Take me in you!" His chest vibrated with a rumble as his muscles bulged and his fangs lengthened. 

Elize shuddered and then started taking him in. His size was massive. She felt uncomfortable but she was craving for him, so she tried harder. "You are big," she said, her voice breathless. And he was only swelling more. 

He wanted to get inside her instantly with one thrust, but he knew that she was doing it for him after a long time and she needed to adjust, so Caleb waited for her patiently even as his muscles corded, even as his body became sweat slicked. 

She slid over him slowly and when she was halfway inside, she rolled her hips to adjust more. And when she did that, his shaft must have hit her somewhere inside on a sensitive spot. She cried on the verge of coming. "Yes!" She said with heavy-lidded eyes. 

When she rolled her hips on him, he stilled, his brows drawing together. "I am losing control." Very slowly he tried to thrust a little more inside. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, his muscles straining. 

"No," she replied and then sank her fingernails in his chest. 

"Fuck!" He yelled with pleasure, his back arching. "Don't. Do. That!" 

And Elize did just that. His beast roared on the inside and Caleb couldn't help it. His fangs sharpened. And the sight of those fangs, aroused her. His gaze went to the spot where he had marked her. He wanted to bite her again, to claim her again and this time for eternity. And Elize was about to go over the cliff with her wolf. She was so wet that she thought she would erupt in flames. 

This time Caleb thrust inside her with one strong push and the intense pleasure made her back arch. She cried, "Ah! I am going—" Her muscles clenched around him.

"Lizzy!" He called her name, as a beastly thrill spread inside him at the thought of being inside his mate. How well they fitted. It was as if she was born for him. "I want to mark you again." It had been too long he wanted her and now he didn't want to wait. He got up from the bed, and took her legs around him to hook his waist. 

She gasped at the sudden change in their position. And she knew why he wanted it. He was far too gone and so was she. She removed the hair from her neck and revealed it for him. 

After so many days of torment, the pressure inside him was building and building. He curled his hand behind her neck to pin her. He licked his fangs with his venom and then thrust inside her. With a brutal yell he released as he pierced her tender flesh with his fangs to stake his claim one again on his mate. 

A scream stifled in her throat and all she could do was bear the pain as pleasure ripped her soul. His cock and fangs were so deep inside her that neither of them knew where one started and the other ended. She was wracked with intense pleasure in strong waves. They both lost control of time, of self and of whatever emotions were cruising through them, because both only wanted more, give more. 

When at last he had spilled his last seed inside her, he removed his fangs and licked her over there. Her head lolled over his shoulder as he held her tightly in his arms. She was completely spent and tired. His shaft still inside her, he could feel it swelling, but he didn't want to overwhelm her, so he just continued to hold her tightly. He murmured her name like he was worshiping her. His chest panted against her breasts. She squirmed in his lap and slanted her head to look up at him. He looked down at her and said, "I love you, Lizzy." 

Yes, he was her mate, her friend, her enemy, her lover and her husband. Was there anything more than that? He was her soul mate. "I love you too, Caleb," she whispered. And Caleb closed his eyes at those words. He rested his face over hers. There was nothing else he wanted in this world. Later that night, Elize lost the count she had sex with him. And soon realized that she was getting addicted to this man. 

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The sharp crack of the wooden practice sword against her thighs sounded in the room and Elize muttered a slew of curses. She careened into the wall before rebounding back into the arms of her attacker. 

Laurel caught her easily and pushed her back into the center of the rooms where she was sparring with the queen. She swirled the wooden stick in her hand like a trained warrior and scowled at Elize. "You are too slow this evening, Your Highness! Maybe you should stop putting effort into practicing." She had volunteered to spar with Elize to teach her how to use the sword, but over the last hour, she had managed to exact her revenge in the form of black and blue marks on the vampire. 

Elize scowled back at Laurel. She rubbed her thigh and rolled her shoulders that had taken the brunt of her strike. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she dropped back to a half crouching position and brought the wooden sword forward. The only reason why she was slacking was because her dear husband had kept her awake the whole night. It was dawn and they had to go back to the highway, but Auril had gone somewhere and had asked them to stay put till he came back. He had taken a reluctant Caleb with him. Before leaving he had asked Laurel to help Elize with sparring. 

So, yes, Elize was particularly haggard this morning. There were dark circles under her eyes. "Maybe you should stop talking and give your best to me," said, annoyed as hell for not being able to match the sorceress. "Again," she commanded. 

Laurel nodded with approval and a wide grin and took the same stance as Elize. She launched herself at Elize with a calculated move which Elize blocked with her sword. But Laurel didn't give her time to balance. She attacked her with increased vigor, sending Elize into a dance across the room. She grunted and cursed under her breath as she parried against Laurel. 

"You are so soft with your attacks," said Laurel and landed a hard strike on her back, which had Elize staggered in the front, her skin burning with pain. She yelped and then spun around with rage and found Laurel attacking her on the back again trying to land an attack on her upper body. Angered, she barreled into Laurel with full force and stopped her sword with hers but by that time the red tendrils of her magic unleashed from her hands. They shot forward in the air around her, swirling angrily. They lashed at Laurel, sending her flying across the room with a burning pain and a sharp scream.. Laurel crashed into the wall on the opposite into a glass painting that shattered on the impact.