Free Claiming Ecstasy by Madeline Pryce Page A

You’re
so desperate for me, lass, so hot.” He pulled out of my pussy, slammed back
inside. “So wet. I could fuck you for eternity.”
    Every word fluttered like silk and caressed me from within.
He had no boundaries. Nothing was forbidden to him—not even the tattered
remains of my spirit that broke a little more with each passing day. I was desperate for him, proof that my people had every right to ostracize me. A true
Seelie would have rather died than live with personal dishonor.
    My hand slipped on the railing. With a strong, hot palm on
the back of my neck, Nicolas readjusted his hold and forced my torso over the
terrace. Serrated teeth rose from the inky water and for a moment I envisioned my
death—the only way I could truly be free of guilt. He bent over me and the tight,
slick muscles of his chest rubbed against my back. He thrust hard. Harder. Each
flex of his hips commanded my body to submit to his will. Our skin slapped
together, an erotic accompaniment to the cresting waves. His cock was a driving
force cutting me open, splitting me in half. The sensation was agony, like the
fiery pits of hell, but wonderful because I deserved to be burned.
    A clenching ache moved through my stomach and the space
between my legs became wetter. Stars danced behind my closed lids. I cried out.
“Harder, Nicolas. Fuck me harder.”
    “Mmmm… You’re such a naughty girl,” he purred into my ear.
“I know how much you crave my cock, my fangs. You need me. Come for me. I want
to hear you scream.”
    My pulse sped. Deep inside, my womb contracted and I fought
it. I might go to hell for my twisted desires, but I wouldn’t come at his
command. To give in would be surrender. The only thing that was truly mine in
this world was this—my time with him. I decided where. I decided when. This
small semblance of control kept me sane.
    I shook with the effort of holding back my body’s natural
reaction. “No.”
    Nicolas curved his hand around my neck until he cupped my
throat. He pulled me from the railing, cutting off my air supply, and trailed
his rough touch from my hip to my stomach. He held me closer, tighter, stroked
his index finger over my ribs on a deliberate path to my breasts. In an expert
caress, he rolled the erect bud of my nipple between his fingers and pinched.
Bolts of fire shot straight to my quivering pussy. My eyelids fluttered. I was
close. Damn him.
    A surge of jolting, electric power licked across my skin and
signaled his transformation. He was no longer a man. I didn’t need to see him
to know that his eyes had changed from electric blue to gold. His teeth were sharp
points against my shoulder blade. I gasped. Nicolas knew my pleasure didn’t
come from any place that was good.
    My pleasure was darkness and pain, the only things I knew.
    He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but hard
enough for the tips of his fangs to score my flesh. In case I’d forgotten,
Nicolas reminded me of what he was—a vampire, a demon, the creature I’d been
promised to long before I was born. I was fucking the person my people called a
monster and I loved it.
    Two hundred years ago, in an act of desperation, the fae had
negotiated a peace treaty with the vampires who hunted them into near
extinction. The price was my unborn soul—not yet in existence, but prophesied
by the vampire king. On my twenty-first birthday, I was to be his wife and the
contract they’d sworn a blood oath on would be fulfilled. Too bad for the
Seelie I’d been born generations too early. Grown up too quick. My life, my destiny,
my mere presence signified the end. Once Nicolas had me, what would stop him
from demanding more? New negotiations would begin tomorrow—if Nicolas still
lived.
    My Seelie kin—the ones who held themselves in such high
moral regard—devised a backup plan. Mother had amassed an army of Unseelie
goblins, drunk on the magic of my blood—the only thing she’d said I was good
for. Where the vampire king saw my