The Binding (The Binding, #1)

by Rebecca Rathe

The incessant tapping starts up again, and I feel my consciousness detaching from the dream.

"What?" I ask. "Just tell me, you're freaking me out more by dragging it out."

Most of the world hates shades, and it's either because they don't understand that we aren't all quite the mindless homicidal monsters they think we are, or they've seen firsthand just how terrible many of my kind can be.

“But let me tell you something else—if you grow round with my child, you aren't leaving this house. I'll chain you to your bedroom if I have to, because the mother of my child isn't leaving my sight, much less running off into the woods to get fucked and sucked like some kind of blood whore."

A soul bond isn't always sexual. In fact, it's usually shared with a family member that you're close to. I don't know that anyone has ever shared a part of themselves with a stranger as I did, but it felt like the right thing to do. She called to me.

"An enemy we've fought before, long thought vanquished, rises once more. Using mortal means to force immortality, seeking power they do not understand and cannot control. Their greed will bring ruin to a dying race, and the rest of the hidden world will fall without them, for they are the gatekeepers to our safe existence on this plane."

Did I know I was about to get fucked when Draven flipped me over? Yes, yes, I did. Despite never having my ass fucked before, I'm strangely not against it. Now, did I think he'd bite me, inject me with orgasmic venom, and then proceed to spit my own blood down my ass to use as lube? Definitely not.

It hurts, but in the best way possible, and I find myself pushing back on him, silently begging for more. Draven growls and tells me to hold on, but before I can change my position at all, he's pounding into me relentlessly.

My inner walls flutter around my fingers as I grind my clit against my palm, chasing even a fraction of the pure adrenaline that throbs through my body just listening to his words.

His cock is so big you'll be glad I stretched you out and lubed you up for him. I can't wait to watch him split you in two. I wonder if you'll bleed for him again, and if he'll let me lick him clean when he's done with you?"

A rumble comes from his chest again, a sound of approval this time, before he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. A string of drool falls from my mouth, connected to the moisture on his fingers.

Someone is going to need to feed me, fuck me, or suck my cock before I lose my shit.

It's been exhilarating, but also uncomfortable. And sometimes, thanks to Hawthorne, embarrassing. But nothing that I've felt so far has amounted to this level of fire rushing through my veins.

"Fuck yeah, you can see it going down her throat," Draven mutters. "Her fucking stomach is glowing."