Blood Wild: Paranormal MMF Menage Romance (Wolves on the Prowl Book 3) Read Online Free

me!”
    The orgasm coiled tightly, and as the first wave of pleasure flooded, she lifted his right hand from her hip and bit into his wrist.
    Her gaze melded to his. He was still thrusting, and her pleasure ebbed and flowed, contracting still as the blood flowed into her mouth.
    “Oh, God. Adrianna!” Cav thrust hard and deep, his other hand clenching her thigh as his hot seed splashed inside her. His face went tight and his eyes rolled.
    She feasted on him, and brought him to another orgasm. He cried out, his shaft throbbing with the dry release. Only then did Adrianna let go. She licked the wound until it started to heal. She laid his arm onto the bed and slid beside him. Her fingers smeared the drying blood on his chest.
    “We should take a shower,” she said.
    “You don’t like looking at your handiwork?”
    Her gaze went to his. His tone was teasing, but his eyes held a different expression. She couldn’t pinpoint why he should feel guilty, though she might better understand his resentment. “I still have sand in uncomfortable places,” she said.
    He chuckled and kissed her forehead. The gesture threw her off guard. It was affection, and she wasn’t sure he meant it. And confused about why she hoped he did.
    * * *
    Under the hot spray, Adrianna squeezed the lemongrass bath gel onto the loofa and washed Cav thoroughly from head to toe.
    As she soaped his penis, she cupped his balls and lightly squeezed them. His gaze was enigmatic. She’d sensed a shift in his emotions, which seemed like determination coupled with fury.
    Had Cav changed his mind? She was not sure she was strong enough, or unselfish enough, to watch him waste away and die. She would not abandon him, though he might try to leave her.
    Whatever he was feeling, and why, didn’t prevent him from getting hard under her persistent ministrations. Cav turned toward the pulsating water and scrubbed off the soap. Then he backed Adrianna against the wall and pushed his cock into the wet vee of her thighs.
    She cupped his face in her palms and kissed him. He jerked away, his jaw tight. “No. No more of that.”
    “No more of what?”
    The water beat down on them, as Cav lifted one of her legs and used his other hand to guide his cock into her pussy. Adrianna clutched his shoulders as he thrust hard and deep, grunting and groaning, his teeth clenched as he took her over and over.
    This mating wasn’t gentle. It was carnal. Primal.
    She felt the wild pulse of pleasure, and that insatiable need to taste him. She had denied herself a human blood source for too long. She was breaking her rules, overriding her principles to drink from him.
    Her fangs extended, and she found herself angling toward his neck.
    “Don’t fucking bite me,” he ground out. “Not ever again.”
    Hurt slapped through her.
    But Cav’s relentless fucking drove her past the hurt. She couldn’t resist the pleasure he offered. Again and again, he slammed into her. Her ass slapped against the tile and her moans mingled with his. He plunged deeply, his fingers jabbing into her thighs, his breath hot on her neck.
    “You have the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted,” he whispered. “Like a fucking juicy peach.”
    Bliss had already sparked inside her, and his words expanded the burn, made it bloom, and tingle.
    “Adrianna,” he panted. “I’m going to come in your tight little vampire pussy.” She could hear his heartbeat raging out of control, feel the tightening of his scrotum as his cock seized. “Come on my cock, Adrianna. Come with me, baby.”
    Her orgasm burst like the Fourth of July. He shoved her against the wall, groaning heavily as he came with her.
    Adrianna was shell shocked. If Cav had not continued to hold her, she would have slid to the floor, boneless. She had never had such a fierce lover, someone who could be so gentle, and so raw. She hadn’t yet begun to tap all the possibilities with him.
    “Let me give you the gift,” she said, her voice ragged. “Think