Free The Sanction by Reeyce Smythe Wilder Page A

keeping her? It
had nothing to do with this so-called bond. Was she playing some
kind of a game then? Did she mean to starve herself? Graeme had
seen the desperate measure she had taken to ease her hunger. It
made no sense.
    He eyed her intensely. That was the
truth of it then - she was being bonded each time she fed. The
thought that she would never want another more than she wanted him
made his chest inflate considerably. He near burned to touch her
again. Nostrils flaring, he approached. “You need to
feed.”
    “ I will not take from
you.”
    He cocked a brow. “Will you
not?”
    “ No.”
    “ Exactly how long do you
think this resolution will last?” His mouth found her ear. She made
to scramble away from his touch. He caught her around the middle
and tumbled her upon the bed.
    “ Let go of me,” she demanded
softly. Graeme parted her thighs and captured her lips. She kissed
back just as fervently.
    “ Never.” Fingers linked
through hers, he nibbled the outskirts of her mouth and grunted
impatiently when she pulled away. “If you do not feed now, I will
wait. I have done it before.”
    She gasped. “I am not asking to be
starved – only that another comes in your stead.”
    He froze instantly. Amber burned in his
gaze. His body was whipcord above hers. “If you want to assign
yourself to a swift death, mention it again.”
    She swallowed hard. “But -”
    “ No!” He made to capture her
lips once more. She turned away. He shifted, irritated. “You are
not allowed to take directly from another. It is considered sacred.
Or have you forgotten your laws?”
    “ You are not vampire, and I
am to be released in a fortnight. You are not bound to me. Our laws
say nothing about being mated to a Were.”
    He sat up on his haunches, furious. “I
do not care what your law states, leech. My decision is final. You
will not feed from another.” He pushed away the jealousy that
squeezed at the pulse in his chest. Her bite was intimate, not only
to her, but to him as well. Her mouth, her tongue on another man
would send him into a rage of bloodlust. A vein rose across this
forehead at just the thought.
    “ Then I shall wait until I
am ransomed.”
    “ You cannot wait that
long.”
    “ Your blood is strong – not
like human blood. I have fed much in the past few days. My body is
stronger. I can wait.”
    The need to claim her again was fueled
by the throbs of jealousy within him. He forced her thighs apart
and slipped down the length of her body. There was slight panic in
her eyes. His satanic smile complimented the snarl on his lips
perfectly. “We shall see about that.”
    “ Wha-aaa…” A heated tongue
sent her voice pitching high. Nerves raw, she gasped helplessly as
he near devoured her core, grunting in contentment and pleasure.
The obscenities he spoke against her heated flesh brought her over
the edge time and time again. She begged mercy. None was
given.
    “ You will take from me,” he
announced huskily, lifting his mouth from her neither-lips and
slipping the length of a finger within her. She shook her head in
response. His smile lowered until the harsh length of his tongue
stroked her core once more. Bucking, her fingers sank into the
furs. Her legs quivered, the first tell-tale sign that she was
about to be driven to the edge. Desire set him on fire. He lifted
himself quickly and plunged deeply within her, his movements
controlled. Each stroke was done with great care. Her eyes met his,
misty and swamped with lust. Graeme held her close to his taunt
form and watched in fascination as her pupils dilated and flashed
as he took her skyward. On the verge of shattering, he sank his
teeth into his wrist. At the scent of his heated blood her nostrils
flared. Almost violently she covered her mouth over the wound.
Shattering, Graeme felt her quake beneath him. Every muscle within
her contracted upon his stiff member still pumping into her. When
at last the bright light of rapture blinded him, he collapsed