My first taste of the Season was a memory best left forgotten. Hers couldn’t be. I needed it to be the moment her heart and body aligned. I wouldn’t be the villain in her bed; I’d be the champion of her pleasure.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she rocked back and forth and fucked herself on my lap. I snapped my fingers and the glamor holding my human shape together fell away.
I’d erased some of my runes with one of my stones. Mostly the ones marking my face because of how difficult they were to hide. The remaining few that scattered my body I kept as a reminder of the man I couldn’t slip back into being. A promise to honor every vow I made to my sweet little dove. Because she’d accepted me when no one else had, and I’d become a man worthy of her.
Tendrils of black snaked across her body, stimulating all the right places. My power was as desperate as I was to touch her. The misty black that most feared tenderly stroked, flicked, and curled around every part of my dove, keeping her close.
V’s breathing shuddered to a halt and failed as soon as she felt the elusive glide of my magic and saw me for the Fae I truly was. Her fingers danced around the pointed shape of my ears, then across my brow where my personal rune was tattooed with magic in the center of my forehead. The same one marking her neck.
In this form, I glowed even with no light to catch my skin, and it gave her far too much pause as her eyes dipped and strayed to my luminous chest. She glowed when she used her abilities, but perhaps she’d never seen it on anyone else.
I closed my eyes and breathed out a sigh, her caress the gentlest it’d ever been. V had never touched me like this, never been so open about her desires, not since she consumed Blue Magic. But that’d only been a glimpse. A taste. Nothing like this. Not this pleasurable torment devised by the gods themselves.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
I was surrounded by her blissful heat, and I was so desperately afraid of doing anything that made her stop. I didn’t move or breathe much. I stayed perfectly still as her fingers continued to trace the new shape of me. It was positively torturous not to tasteher lips and bounce the beauty on my cock, but I refused to break whatever spell my new appearance cast on her.
Her hazel eyes had a bit of red in them when they took in my real form with another curious sweep, no longer hesitating. She leaned in and brushed her lips along the slope of my neck. I swallowed and my cock jumped inside her. A gasping breath escaped her. I caught the faintest glimpse of fangs, but they were quickly hidden behind those lush lips I’d been kissing.
It’d been a long time since I was this powerful and still felt like prey, but V had a way of doing the impossible.
Her tongue dragged along the pounding pulse in my throat and left a path of wet heat on my skin that went straight to my cock. It was evident that whatever interest she might’ve had in my altered figure had been replaced by other urges, because she slipped in closer and teased her lips across the line of my jaw.
Without waiting, her hips swiveled and swallowed the length of me over and over. It was clear my little dove always got what she wanted. I was helpless against her. She set the pace and I matched it.
Her breaths grew frantic the closer she got to climax. I both wanted it to come and hoped it never would. The sooner we had a plan in action, the better I could keep her safe. Neither of which I could do from the bed. But I was a bloke in love with the object of his desire finally in his arms. I was selfish, motive-driven, and a somewhat reckless opportunist. The greedy part of me always won when it came to her.
I pushed her back and laid her beautiful body out under me. I slowed the pace. I kept her on the edge of an orgasm, my hips a deliberate, hard slap against hers. Our mouths met in another heated kiss, but she bit me and licked my bottom lip when my blood touched her tongue. I’d nearly forgotten she was part vampire until she hurried to chase every drop before my skin naturally mended.
Curiosity got the better of me.
“Want another taste, love?”
Her eyes were unfocused as I pulled away, thrusting without realizing. “Cash…”
“I thought it was clear that I’d do anything for you. You need only to ask,” I whispered with another long kiss. Her hips moved with mine, her moans quickly smothered by my flicking tongue.
“Yes,” she murmured, blunt fingernails scraping against my throat. “You taste…different.”
I preened with the compliment. My thumb brushed her lower lip before I sucked it into my mouth, denying my fangs the same pleasure as hers.
Blood wasn’t why Fae bit, and it certainly wasn’t why we had fangs. Our venom was a very strong aphrodisiac like everything else about us. One that was better left to later with the Season already wreaking havoc on my love. But a little vampire bite couldn’t cause too much trouble, surely.
I tilted my head. “Best have another taste, then.”
I’d never been bitten, but what I did know of Fae blood was that it was a drug to any who drank it. It put our attacker under a spell. A natural defense against our fanged enemies, and perhaps the entire reason our blood in the vampire community was traded. But V was part Fae, so would it have the same effect? Would it affect me as well if she were to have Fae venom? I couldn’t deny how curious I was about it all.
I didn’t expect the rush of pleasure when her fangs drove into my neck. It was nearly as euphoric as the Season’s heat. Nearly as maddening. My cock sunk into her harder than before. Faster. I was her captive, fucking her like a mindless beast for as long as my blood coated her tongue.
It only ended when her wet heat clamped down and she screamed my name in orgasm. I buried my face in her breasts, shuddering and releasing inside her. I lost what little hold I hadover myself and vowed to keep her from biting me again until it was safe to do so.
Addicting, indeed.
With a growl, I flipped her over and slammed into her hard enough to send the moaning Hunter flying forward. My hand was around her throat, her ass meeting my hips with a series of loud slaps. My black shadow magic crept across the bed and bound her to it. Her pale skin glowed and glimmered as it met mine, an otherworldly blur in the dark.
The intensifying sensations warped my usually clever thoughts. I could only grunt my pleasure and mindlessly seek more of it.
“Fuck, Cash. Right there,” she gasped.
