With him, I can let my guard down. I can unlock the gates I’ve welded shut. I melted the metal myself, ensuring no one, not even me, could undo what I’ve painstakingly rebuilt over the last eleven years. He won’t shatter me, not in ways I don’t want him to. He’ll break me, yes, but in that breaking, he’ll put me back together.
My head is tilted as he pulls away from our kiss. “Time to feast on what’s mine.”
The erratic thrash of my heart as I manage to say “Wait” nearly sends me into a panic, each beat threatening to burst through my chest. He pauses at my request, his incredulous look slicing through the tension like a blade.
“Wrong side,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my pulse. As he releases his grip on my hair, I tilt my head in the opposite direction, baring the side where he’ll claim what’s his.
His gaze flickers between my eyes, searching for something—hesitation, doubt, anything that might betray my true feelings. I know what I want. I want this. Him.
I’m done being an idiot when it comes to him.
After only those seconds of pause, he regrips my hair and pulls me flush to him. The sharp pop of his fangs piercing the curve of myshoulder—directly into the vein that will spread his essence through me—sends a jolt of pain and euphoria flooding down my body.
I let out a muffled cry, the ache spreading quickly through me as his signature imprints itself throughout every inch of me. Just as I could have sworn once before that my Amoro purred, it’s singing now. A strange, overwhelming sense of fulfillment washes over me, and just as the pain begins to ebb, a deep, consuming rush of lust ignites in my core.
His arm locks tightly around my waist, grounding me as the first pull of my blood into his body turns my whimpers into uncontrollable moans. Heat surges through me, my nipples hardening as I’m flooded with the force of his desire—an unrelenting need that mirrors my own.
My hips roll against him as he growls against my skin. It causes bumps to spool down my spine, and my tail to stiffen. As if on cue, his hands move, one to my bare ass rubbing against his thigh, and the other right to my breast.
Throwing my head back, I pant out needy noises; ones that are thankfully drowned out by the boat’s motor. Not that I truly give a fuck, honestly. I hope that Alaric catches me in bliss with Kairhyse.
Fallen piss stain.
“I missed feeling me inside of you,” I pant.
His grip on my ass tightens at my words, his thumb and index finger closing around my nipple. When he twists, my back curves and my pussy begs to have him inside me.
He pulls away from feeding and shifts his hold to my head, then thrusts his lips against mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. My hand finds the zipper to his pants, and with fervor, begins to undo them to free him.
Biting down my chin, he croons, “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Xera.” His nose and tongue draw a line straight down toward my chest. I’m conscious that I’ve not showered, but that’s the last thing I care about. I don’t care how the sea tastes on me, because I amneedy. I’m not waiting until we are at shore to have what’s mine.
His hand drags down the space between my ass cheeks, straight to my pussy, running the length of my slit with three fingers. I gasp, my hips raising off of him to give him a better angle. “Soaked for me.” He slaps my clit, and my knees tighten around his hips. “That’s my good little demon.”
As his fingers push into my soaked cunt, his cock is released from its entrapment. Gripping around his girth, he pulses, and a throaty growl roars from his throat. My thumb glides across his tip where he’s already made a mess of himself.
“Speak for yourself.” My words are delivered with a moan as his fangs sink into my chest. As a third finger slips into me, thrusting and stretching me, I’m stroking his full length. I still can’t believe this motherfucker is this big and can manipulate all of himself into me.
Those bars against my palm make my desire pour from me, and the need to feel them inside me is so overwhelming that I grind against his hand.
He brings his opposite hand and spreads my ass as he removes his fingers from inside me. “I’m a greedy man.” The rumble in his voice makes my heart skip. “I’d make a dozen of me so I could taste all of you and fuck every hole all at once. To feel you fall apart because of me, and only me.”
When his hands move to my hips and lift me, the veins in his arms become more prominent.Whythat makes me whimper I have no idea, but it’s fucking hot.
The head of his cock presses against my cunt, and just like the Kairhyse I’ve come to know too well, he holds zero hesitation to slam me down. My back bows, and if it weren’t for his hand slapping over my mouth, I would have screamed through the intensity of being filled.
I’m grateful for the lack of restraint. It isn’t my body that needs the healing, it’s my mind. He understands I don’t need coddling or delicate kisses. I don’t want sympathy, don’t need apologies or placid emotional support. There may be times where I break, but I will always find a way to put myself back together.
Now… I’m just grateful I don’t need to do that alone.
The hand that isn’t gripping tightly around my mouth snakes up my back to grab onto my neck and push me down as he thrusts upward. The pounding against my back wall makes bumps rise up my arms, my nipples so hard they actually begin to ache.
“Right where you are meant to be for eternity, Xera,” he pants as he drags his hand away from my mouth and pulls me into a kiss. His tongue, still stained with my blood, flicks and teases mine.
I suck it into my mouth, and pant out, “Only here. Right here.” Rolling my hips against his upward movements, makes us both moan out simultaneously.
“That’s it, little demon.” His fingers lace through my hair, gripping at my roots and dragging me away from him. The sensation of his eyes wandering down my body makes my heart race. Not that I worried about what he thought of me in this form, but his gaze screams of want and appreciation.
He sits back, watching me ride him. They are hungry, those eyes ofcrimson, and I want them to devour me. I didn’t realize just how badly I missed everything. It wasn’t just the touch, but even this.
