“Brazen, I can’t-”
His lips cover mine while we stay under the multiple showerheads raining down fiercely against us, and my stirring begins along with the throbbing.
“Yes you can. Araya, I’m damn near begging, and you’ll heal quicker off blood from the vein. You’re a hybrid, and you’re hurt really bad. Twenty packs of blood won’t give you what you need, but I can with just drops,” he murmurs against my lips, and my desire for him starts to take control of sanity.
“Are you sure?” I breathe.
His eyes spark with erotic excitement, and then his lips cover mine harder to answer my question. I pull back, and he sits me down to stand on my own, holding my wavering body to him.
My lips press against his chest through his shirt, and then I rip it open. My blood bringers hover over his tempting skin I’ve always treated like forbidden fruit. His breath grows rasp under the suspense. A sharp breath strikes me with more pain prompting me to hurry up. I close my eyes before sinking my teeth into the supple flesh of his cool body. The warmth of his blood surprises me, and the erotic bursts of energy almost overwhelm me. I had forgotten how powerful a first blood fuck can be.
He groans as the fire surges through his veins, and my throbbing becomes the pounding sensation I almost forgot how to feel. My wounds close up all over, and his hands grip my head as I continue to bleed his chest.
There’s no denying what’s to come. The torturous game of push and pull is about to end. Uncertainty and hesitance washes down the drain with my blood as his hands grip me tighter. Suddenly I feel the tile shower cracking behind me as he throws me into the wall and his hips pin me as his tongue forces its way in. I feel his erection digging into my stomach, and he jerks my hips up so that he can have a better angle.
The tearing of fabric ripples through to mingle with the pounding of the shower, and considering he took care of my underwear earlier, there’s nothing preventing him from finally bringing this cat-and-mouse game to an end. My shirt is next, and then I hear his pants clapping against the splashing water that has pooled slightly around the drain.
I’m completely healed, but now I need more from him. His lips continue to devour mine, and suddenly his erection forces its way in with brutal force. He fills me, and my claws dig into his back as his lips stroll up my neck.
He slams into me again, and a quivering feeling starts to brew. His teeth graze my breasts, and then he hammers in once more. I gasp at the painful pleasure, and then my teeth latch onto his shoulder to draw more blood while releasing more of my erotic venom. He grunts as he slams into me harder, and I feel my insides shivering.
“Harder,” I breathe, and he responds by pushing into me with an ungodly force.
I gasp again, and he jerks my hair back to make my head tilt - exposing my neck. He bites hard, but he doesn’t unsheathe his blood bringers. I moan as he fucks me like he never has, and then my nails slide up his back as I begin screaming out in a way I only ever have with Hale.
He thrusts into me even harder, and it almost hurts to the point it feels incredible as he bursts into me. He starts slowing his rhythm, and his hands grip me so tightly to his body as we share the closeness we need right now.
“I love you,” he breathes into my ear, and now tears want to fall.
“I love you… but this can’t go any further than tonight. It’s just the blood fuck screwing with our heads.”
“You know I love you without a damn blood fuck, Araya. Stay with me tonight,” he murmurs gently while trembling.
Why did I do this?
“I have to stay at my place. Grayson will be scared when he wakes up.”
“Then let me stay with you. I swear I’ve never needed someone so much as I need you right now. This shit is strong,” he murmurs against me.
“A blood fuck is different when you really care about someone. The fact we waited so long just built up the climax,” I chuckle out, and his lips cover mine.
“I know,” he grumbles. “I’m glad and pissed we fucking waited now. That was the most… I don’t even fucking know what to say. Shit, bite me again.”
I laugh ridiculously loud, and he finally pulls out of me before scooping me up. I laugh at my soaked bra which stayed on my body, and I strip it off to toss it on the floor behind me.
“Really?” he smolders, and I smirk lightly before kissing him again.
“I don’t like wet clothes, and I need a shirt now.”
“I don’t want to let you go long enough for you to put on a shirt,” he murmurs while pulling our wet bodies together.
The blood fuck requires closeness, intimacy, and complete trust. I don’t know how absolute strangers do such a thing.
“We’re wet, I’m hungry, and if I can dry off and put on a shirt, we can snuggle in your bed for a little while before heading back to my place.”
“You’re letting me stay with you?” he chirps.
“Only to sleep.” And possibly fuck again since I can’t stop at just one. “And only because we just blood fucked for the first time - meaning we both need this closeness right now. It’s affecting me too,” I murmur while kissing him a little harder. “But I’m serious about this being a one-night deal.”
