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Understanding the underlying caution, she finally took him
into her mouth. She closed her lips around his tip and he surged deeper,
sliding along her tongue until she was forced to breathe through her nose.
Damn, the man was big. She pulled back, swirling her tongue as she retreated,
then took him deep again.

His fingers dug into her shoulders and she heard his throaty
moan, sure signs that his control was slipping. With firm suction and the
steady slide of her lips, she set out to shatter that control. She moved her
hands to his hips and angled her head to better accommodate his size. He bumped
the back of her mouth with each long stroke, but she controlled the movements
so she didn’t feel trapped or overwhelmed.

Her breasts swayed as she rocked back and forth and heat
gathered between her thighs. Why was her body responding when she was focused
completely on him? She swiped his tip with her tongue and his taste
intensified. Her pussy tightened and her clit tingled as waves of heat washed
over her body. Confused yet intrigued, she spread her legs and let air brush
across her wet folds.

“Faster.” He growled and moved his hands to her head. “Your
scent is driving me crazy.”

She tilted her head back as he began to move, his rhythm
faster and deeper than hers had been. She spread her legs even wider and
lowered her hands to her thighs, becoming a passive offering to his need. A
fresh wave of sensation curled through her, trailing tingles in its wake. His
cock slid against her lips, filling her mouth with his taste as she surrendered
to the pleasure.

He shoved to the back of her mouth and cried out then his
seed splashed into her throat. She swallowed, shivered then swallowed again.
Her core clenched with needful hunger but her orgasm remained just out of
reach. Heat trailed down her throat and spread out from her stomach. She felt
weightless and dizzy.

He pulled out of her mouth and urged her onto her back. She
gasped as her skin connected with the cold floor tiles, but he draped her legs
over his shoulders and covered her slit with his mouth and she forgot all about
her discomfort. Without finesse or hesitation, he devoured her cream. His
tongue drove into her core and he slipped his hands under her ass, tilting her
hips to an even better angle.

Sensations ricocheted through her body. Heat shot through
shivers and tingles turned back into heat. She wiggled and arched, feeling
restless and wild. She buried her fingers in his hair and rubbed against his
lips, but that only heightened the anxiousness.

One of his hands released her behind as he raised his mouth
from her creamy slit. He snarled and tossed his head, his eyes so bright she
could feel his gaze on her damp flesh. He licked her slit from back to front,
pausing to circle her clit. Then he thrust into her with his fingers as he
looked into her eyes.

“Come.” His voice was rough and low, his fangs fully
distended. “I want to watch you shatter.”

His fingers slid in and out, his thumb passing over her clit
each time his fingers were buried inside her. She arched into the firm strokes
and squeezed him with her inner muscles. Her skin felt tingly and tight and her
blood seemed to sizzle. Pressure built within her, curling in on itself as she
raced toward completion.

She couldn’t escape the burning heat of his gaze. Closing
her eyes only focused her mind on the sensations. His fingers fucked her
mercilessly, his thumb demanding her surrender. Aggressive. Strigo. Master. He
commanded her senses with inherent ease. Her body responded eagerly but her
mind struggled against the inevitable end.

“Look at me. You will not hide your pleasure from me.”

Bracing herself for a fresh wave of emotion, she slowly
opened her eyes.

“Now come!”

Pleasure burst at his command. Her pussy rippled, driving
the sensations deep into her abdomen. She cried out and arched off the floor,
driving his fingers even deeper into her aching cunt.

Energy pulsed, Vladya energy. Her symbionts tossed,
vibrating with urgency.

Trepidation surged through her system, warnings she was
unable, or unwilling, to heed.

Bronik slipped his other hand out from under her and shoved
his pants down around his knees. With one blinding-fast motion, he pulled his
fingers out and positioned his shaft at her entrance. Then he grasped the backs
of her knees and pushed her legs up and out as he drilled into her with his
cock.

Eloise cried out as he filled her. The ruthless position
bent her in half and accentuated the pressure of his penetration. “Hold
yourself just like this.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

Her arms felt weighted and numb as she grasped the backs of
her knees. The position had been shocking when he’d arranged her body that way.
This was so much worse. She held herself open, knees to each side of her chest
so he could still touch her breasts.

He settled on his knees and squeezed her nipples, pressing
and pulling until the tips were tightly beaded and hot. His cock remained deep
inside her, an inescapable presence, intrusive yet still.

“Do not resist and I will make this as painless as
possible.”

Dread washed over her, cold and sobering. He was going to
form the link. He’d claimed her body and now he was going to enslave her mind.
She let go of her knees and started to shove him away, emboldened by an
instinct for self-preservation.

He caught her wrists and pinned her hands to the floor on
either side of her head. “This must be done. There is no other way.”

His body arched over hers, large and threatening. “I don’t
want—”

“You’re frightened. That’s natural, but you don’t want to
die.”

His fingers threaded through hers, holding her hands to the
floor. She was pinned beneath him, helpless and utterly out of options.

“I cannot force this on you. You must be willing.”

His claim would have been easier to believe if his cock
weren’t deep inside her. He could easily force anything on her and they both
knew it. Strigo strain excelled at mind manipulation. On Strigoia Prime they
were heads of governments, industry magnates, kings. Vladya strain had been
their henchmen, the force by which Strigo strain enforced their will. But
always behind the fist had been the real power—Strigo strain.

But this wasn’t Strigoia Prime. And her symbionts were
barely alive.

“Choose.”

He couldn’t pass her energy without the link and without
energy she would die.

She couldn’t force the words past her dry lips, so she
turned her head and bared her throat, demonstrating her decision.

He swooped down and drove his fangs into her flesh. Searing
pain stabbed into her neck, radiating deep into her chest. She screamed,
trembling beneath him, but the worst was yet to come. He drank deeply for only
a moment then his lips settled against her skin, his fangs still embedded in
her neck.

Reality slowed, sound fading to an indistinguishable buzz.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t think beyond the inescapable realization that he
was about to take over.

Her symbionts surged, struggling, bucking, desperate to be
free. They sensed her peril, knew their host was in mortal danger.

Bronik pushed against her mental shields. Energy poured into
the shields, instinctively reinforcing the barrier. But how had that happened
unless… She scanned herself and her symbionts responded, faint and fatigued but
present. They were alive and aware! Hope drove back the paralyzing fear and she
began to struggle as well.

Stop fighting me. I don’t want to hurt you.

But I don’t need—

His being stabbed into her mind and she screamed again. Had
he not heard her plea or simply not cared that she’d changed her mind? She felt
him searching, scanning, pushing ever deeper. Her symbionts flowed into her
brain, congregating in an attempt to drive out the intruder.

Strigo symbionts responded to the threat, speeding through
her bloodstream and surrounding her Vladya symbionts. Energy sparked between
the hostile strains, creating sharp stings inside Eloise’s brain. She gasped
and shivered. “Make them stop.”

Bronik eased back and called off his symbionts with a sharp
mental command. His strain stopped the offensive but remained in position,
surrounding the Vladya congregation.

Are they strong enough to feed?

Hunger blasted through her system, making her tremble and
moan. Her fangs shot down so suddenly she pricked her lip and tasted blood,
which only intensified the need. “Yes. Oh gods, yes!”

Then feed. I’ll back off my symbionts so you receive only
blood.

She wanted to refuse, to ask for a human donor, but she was
too desperate to wait. If he wanted her dead, she would have been dead several
times over. He released one of her hands and brought his arm toward her face.
She latched on to his wrist with brutal urgency, driving her fangs deep with
one vicious bite.

He gasped and his fangs slipped from her flesh. He released
her other hand and braced himself against the floor. His hips pulled back then
jerked forward, driving his entire length back into her pussy.

Pleasure shot through her body and she groaned against his
wrist. His blood tasted rich and exotic, different from any blood she’d ever
tasted before. She wasn’t sure if she was just hungrier than she’d ever been or
if his planet of origin accounted for the difference. She didn’t care! It felt
so good to feed, to be functional again.

Strength trickled back into her muscles and her senses
cleared. She withdrew her fangs with a deep sigh and turned her face away from
his wrist. As the bloodlust receded, she became progressively more aware of his
big body moving over and into her.

She raised her arms overhead and drew her legs up along his
sides. Energy pulsed and sizzled, making her dizzy and drunk. She arched into his
thrusts, accenting the friction and slide.

“Welcome back.” He grinned at her, bloodstained lips framing
his fangs. He’d never looked so savage or so appealing. Desire surged through
her, reawakening her senses.

Unable to remain passive, she tangled her fingers in his
hair and drew his face down to hers. Their mouths met and meshed, the kiss
instantly frantic. Their tongues curled and slid, mixing the taste of their
blood into an intoxicating cocktail.

He growled and she groaned, and their psychic link came to
life. His emotions barreled into her mind, triggering a sudden, sharp orgasm.
She cried out and arched violently as her inner muscles gripped his cock.

She’d shared thoughts and the occasional feeling with others
of her strain, but none of that compared with this intimate exchange. She felt
what he felt, the warm grip of her passage and the softness of her breasts. His
desire burned through her as well as his need to protect and please her. This
wasn’t just sex for him. He felt a connection with her, something he had
accepted but didn’t fully understand. The depth of his longing surprised and
excited her. She’d had no idea all these feelings smoldered beneath his fierce
exterior.

His excitement fueled hers, motivating her to examine her
own feelings more closely. She explored his amazing body with her hands while
she flowed through his mind, acquainting herself with the real Bronik. He was
brave and strong, loyal and honorable. And he was
hers
. The thought
thrilled her, stoked her desire into a consuming intensity. She pushed all that
urgency into his mind and basked in the blaze.

Bronik gasped and shuddered then gripped her hips with both
hands as he thrust fast and hard between her thighs. She watched his face,
empowered by the frenzy she’d unleashed in him. She no longer felt helpless or
lost. She surrendered to the intensity and offered herself without hesitation.

He pounded into her, his head thrown back as he lost himself
in the urgency. His demanding need spread through her like wildfire and she reveled
in the heat. She was alive and whole again. Nothing had ever felt so
liberating.

Suddenly he dove and bit into her breast. The pain shoved
her over the edge and she came in long, deep spasms. He wrapped his arms around
her hips, anchoring her against him as his seed burst deep inside her. Each
rush of pleasure echoed through her body, prolonging and intensifying her
release. He shuddered and ground himself against her, wringing every last
tingle from their joining.

With obvious reluctance, he withdrew his fangs and rocked
back onto his knees. He was still inside her, though the pressure had
diminished considerably.

“Did you know this would happen?” She watched him closely,
determined to know the truth.

“I thought it might but I didn’t want to give you false
hope.” He heaved himself off her with a sigh and moved to sit beside her. “Your
symbionts needed to feel threatened. Every creature is most dangerous when
they’re fighting for their lives.” He righted his clothing and ran a hand
through his sweat-damp hair. “How do you feel?”

She stretched like a lazy cat just awakened from a long
afternoon nap. His gaze swept the length of her naked body and desire smoldered
within his eyes. She licked her lips, savoring the mixture of their blood.
“I’ll admit this was pretty amazing but it wasn’t necessary. You need to
release the link.”

“I do, do I?” He chuckled and stood. “You think the ability
to feed is all it will take to keep you alive? If anything you’re in more
danger now. With your symbionts back online you’ll be easier to track.”

She stood as well, facing him as her temper flared. “I’m not
helpless anymore. I can take care of myself.”

His gaze narrowed and his lips pressed into a disapproving
line. “The vow is sealed. You have my protection whether you want it or not.”

“The link was just formed.” Emboldened by desperation, she
advanced, not stopping until they stood toe to toe. “I know you can dissolve
it.”