Free Harker's Journey by N.J. Walters

he needed all her blood to survive, she would gladly surrender every drop to him. That was her last thought as darkness greeted her. 56
    Harker’s Journey
    Chapter Eight

    Cris felt her heart beat grow slower and slower. It pulsed one final time and then stopped. Forcing himself away from her neck, he used his tongue to close the small wound. His fingernails tore at the skin of his chest, slicing the flesh and opening up a large gash. As the blood flowed, he pushed her mouth towards the life-giving liquid. Reaching deep into her mind, he willed her to drink from him. If she did not, if some natural instinct kicked in and prevented her from doing so, then they were both dead.
    “Drink my love,” he urged her, with words as well as with mental commands. Rubbing her lips back and forth against his bloody chest, he felt his hope slowly dying as she just lay limply against him. Fighting for both their lives, he bent all his concentration and skills towards getting her to drink from him. Long minutes passed as his blood trickled slowly but steadily down his chest, and still she did not move. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to face the inevitable—he had pushed her too hard. She was still so young, and he had wanted her too much. Her death was on his hands. “So be it.” His acceptance echoed throughout the room. She would not face it alone. His life was linked to hers now and he would join her in death rather than live without her.
    At the very moment of his thought, he felt a tentative movement against his chest. Hope renewed, he begged, pleaded and commanded her to drink. It was slow at first, but within a moment, she was sucking slowly, but steadily. He raised his eyes to the heavens in thanks even as he felt a lone tear streak down his face. She drank steadily until he sensed she’d had enough. Gently, he eased her away from him. As she stared at him with her lips coated in his blood, he could feel his desire rising to a feverish pitch within him.
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    “Close the wound with your tongue,” he instructed her. His voice was harsh and barely recognizable to himself, but his emotions were running high and his need for her was riding him hard. Both the beast and the man were ready to claim their mate. She was his now. Forever.
    As soon as the wound was closed, he kissed her, licking all traces of his blood from her lips. Eagerly, her tongue dueled with his and for a moment the sheer joy of her eager acceptance filled him.
    His need for her consumed him. The need to claim her in the way of his people, and thereby tie her to him forever, was all that mattered now. Lifting her off his throbbing cock, he laid her facedown on the bed. Raising her slightly so she was on her hands and knees, he mounted her from behind and pushed himself all the way inside her. With his hands wrapped tight around her waist, he widened his stance until her legs were spread wide. He reveled in his dominance of her, needing her to surrender to both him and her passion. Her hot sheath pulsed around his stiff cock and he ground his hips against her ass, pleasuring them both.
    He sensed her surprise, then her acceptance, and finally her rising passion. More than anything, he wanted to reassure and comfort her, but instincts older than time were controlling him now. She was his and he had to claim her. “My woman.” His guttural words rang through the room as he pulled almost all the way out before surging deep inside her once again.
    Her wet heat welcomed him and he felt her move her bottom to meet him as his cock continued to plunge deep within her. Johanna’s acquiescence fueled his passion and he lost himself in her, thrusting in and out of her welcoming body. Leaning over her, he sank his teeth in the back of her neck and tasted her blood. Her pussy clamped down hard on his dick, driving him to the very edge. He wanted to prolong the sensations, but he could feel himself coming. When it hit, his orgasm was so overwhelming that it