He groaned as I pumped his shaft, forgetting myself in the sensation. “You need to let go if you want me inside,” he teased, putting his hand over mine and picking up my rhythm so we both stroked in unison. His eyes were closed.
Moving his hand, he guided the head of his cock between my folds, and I jerked. The coolness of his tongue should have prepared me for his dick, but I was still shocked by the way it felt. Given how hot I was I expected to see steam coming off me as he stroked his head up and down against my wetness.
My head dropped back to the carpet, and I took my hand away so nothing was keeping him from driving home.
“You okay?” he whispered, responding to my shocked reaction.
“I will be. ” I lifted my hips, pushing his head an inch inside. Biting my lip, I hooked my feet around his legs, under his ass, and urged him closer.
He took the hint, bracing his hands next to my shoulders. With one hard thrust he was in me, the full cool length of him buried completely. I gasped and held him there, my fingernails clutching at his shoulders. The cold and hot of our bodies connected made me feel like we were some kind of dangerous chemistry experiment waiting to explode.
I drew my hips back then ground them upwards again, resheathing him. Our bodies created the skin-on-skin sounds that drove me totally wild. “Fuck me,” I demanded.
He pulled out almost all the way, leaving me empty and aching for him before he thrust back in. He repeated this movement over and over—nearly withdrawing completely then pumping deep—until my hips could no longer meet his frenzied rhythm.
“You’re amazing,” he said, opening his eyes and looking right at me. His vigorous tempo never slowed. The friction and temperature of our coupling was building me back towards another peak, and the tension of his shoulders and neck told me he was on the verge of his own orgasm.
“I want you to come,” I told him.
“Let me bite you. ”
I nodded, not even pausing to consider the request, just tilting my head to the side to expose my neck for him. It was how things ended in every dream I’d had. Somehow it seemed like the most natural way for it to happen in real life.
His mouth was hot against my skin. The previously violent thrusting slowed to an almost human pace as he rocked in and out of me, reducing me to barely comprehensible vowel sounds and oaths to God.
Teeth grazed my skin, hesitant until I insisted, “Do it. ”
He bit me, and my whole body felt like it had been blown apart and turned into atomic dust. First there was sharp pain, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure so intense I lost count of the orgasms I was having. They all swelled together into a feeling I couldn’t label or compare to anything. The French call orgasms la petite morte, the “little death”. If a normal orgasm was a little death, this was like being burned alive at the stake.
I must have been screaming, but the throb of my pulse was so loud in my ears I couldn’t hear myself. My toes curled, and I knew I was cutting his back with my nails, but I couldn’t stop myself from clawing at him. I had no control over anything except riding out the feeling.
When he pulled away and licked my blood from his lips, he looked so content and happy I wasn’t sure if I could think of any other time I’d seen him like that before.
“Eaierrgagbtghthi,” was my attempt at a compliment.
He grinned at me, laying a gentle kiss on my lips, but even the smallest touch made me shudder. “You can say that again. ”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Calliope sat next to me on the bed, propped up against a pillow with her shapely half-goddess legs stretched out in front of her.
“You’ve certainly made a fine mess of things, haven’t you?”
I blinked away the dregs of my sleepiness and stared up at her. I was relatively sure I had to be dreaming, especially considering the fact Calliope never left her mansion. She didn’t venture into either the human or fae realities, choosing instead to be the master of the space in between. I doubted she’d change her position just to come chide me.
“I’m usually making a mess of things, aren’t I?”
“That doesn’t mean you have to actively strive to make things worse,” she scolded.
I pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out her judgment. “You’re assuming I somehow failed a test I didn’t know the aim of. ”
“Do you think fucking a vampire was the right thing to do?” Calliope swearing was a rarity. Off the top of my head I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard her stoop to using a curse word when she could be calm and rational instead. I must have really screwed the pooch on this one.
“I didn’t sleep with Holden because of Aubrey’s magic. I slept with him because I wanted to. ” I peeked out from under the covers to see how she’d react.
Calliope crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. Even grumpy she was the most beautiful woman in this world or any other. Now that I was looking right at her, the resemblance between her and Aubrey was apparent. They had the same dark features and beauty that almost hurt to look at.
“I still think Aubrey had a hand in this. ”