Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Ashrian POV

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She was already glowing when I entered the bath chamber, her skin flushed a deep rose from the steam and Lachlan’s lingering touch, tendrils of mist curling around her like a lover’s caress.

My queen. My goddess. My obsession, etched into my veins like eternal ink.

She lounged back against the marble tub, her arms draped languidly along the edges like a siren sculpted from moonlight, her throat arched in shameless invitation.

Lips swollen and parted, breasts rising proud above the water’s surface, nipples pebbled into tight, diamond–hard peaks that begged for my fangs. That delicate pulse at her neck fluttered wildly under my gaze, a siren’s call to the predator in me.

I stalked forward, deliberate and unhurried, centuries of patience honing my control to a razor’s edge. The water lapped hot against my thighs as I stepped in, her eyes tracking every inch of my approach, her pupils blown wide with that intoxicating mix of fear and feral

want.

“Elowen,” I purred, my voice a low rumble of smoke and sin. “Still aching for more? That sweet little cunt of yours throbbing from the last cock that stretched it?”

She nodded, her tongue darting out to trace her lower lip, leaving it glistening, and I felt the fracture in my restraint. But not yet. Oh, no. I wanted her shattered, begging on the altar of her own desire.

“Good girl,” I growled, closing the distance until the water swirled between us like molten silk. “Because tonight, I’ll make you beg until your voice breaks.”

I settled behind her, drawing her back against my chest, her slick skin molding to mine like she was forged for this. My fingers ghosted down her arms, feather–light trails that raised gooseflesh in their wake, then up again, circling her wrists before drifting to the undersides of her breasts, my thumbs brushing just shy of those aching peaks. She shivered violently, a soft whine escaping her throat, and I drank it in like vintage wine.

My lips hovered over her shoulder, a bare whisper of breath against her skin, then her throat, but not touching. Not yet.

“I can hear it, darling,” I murmured, my tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear, tasting salt and steam. “That frantic little pulse, racing like a rabbit’s. It quickens when you imagine my fangs piercing you, sinking slowly, until your blood floods my mouth hot and sweet.”

“Do it,” she gasped, her voice a fractured plea, “Please, Ashrian, bite me, fuck me, gods, anything!”

“Not yet, my love,” I smirked against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. “You’ll earn every drop. Beg like you mean it.”

I turned her in my arms, water sluicing between us, and fuck, the sight of her facing me undid me further. Nipples straining toward my mouth, thighs parting instinctively to cradle my hips, her core brushing my hardening length in a tease that had me grinding my teeth.

I captured her mouth in a kiss that was pure possession, deep and devouring, my tongue stroking hers in lazy, claiming sweeps until she was whimpering into me.

I broke away, trailing open–mouthed kisses down her chest, my fangs grazing the swell of one breast before my tongue circled the nipple, laving it slowly. She arched, a keening moan spilling free from her lips, and I nipped the tender flesh, not breaking skin, not yet, before

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lavishing the other nipple with the same torment.

Lower still, my lips ghosted over the curve of her hip, my fangs scraping the sensitive juncture where thigh met core, so close to her dripping heat I could scent her need, musky and divine.

“Patience, Elowen,” I husked, my hands gliding over her hips, then brushing her inner thighs, the crease of her ass, everywhere but that pulsing clit begging for friction.

“You’ll take every inch of me soon enough, feel me split you open. But first… unravel for me. Show me how you drip for your vampire prince.”

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