5. Burning Frost And Soothing Flame
5
BURNING FROST AND SOOTHING FLAME
~CASSIUS~
T he moment her lips touched mine, the world stilled.
For centuries, I had walked the desolate path of shadows and frost, untethered and unfeeling. I had long accepted that my existence would never know warmth — never know fire.
Yet here she was.
A reckless hybrid with the audacity to crash through centuries of carefully constructed barriers.
She’d initiated this madness, and I had every reason to pull away. Every logical thought in my head screamed to stop, to sever this tether she was attempting to forge between us. This connection was forbidden; an affront to the natural order.
And yet…
I couldn’t stop.
My hands rose of their own accord, sliding along the curve of her waist and drawing her closer. The soft heat of her body pressed against mine, a tantalizing contradiction to the icy shadows that had always cloaked me.
My fingers roamed her sides, mapping the exquisite lines of her form as if she were a secret meant only for me.
So soft. So warm.
How could someone like her exist in my world of cold, unyielding darkness? The warmth of her skin seeped into my fingertips, spreading through me like wildfire. It was a dangerous, addictive sensation, one I hadn’t realized I craved until now.
“This is wrong,” I murmured against her lips, even as my mouth betrayed me, moving with hers in perfect sync. She tasted of forbidden things—of blood and danger, of fire and rebellion.
“Doesn’t seem to be stopping you,” she retorted, her voice breathless, teasing. Her hands slid up to tangle in my hair, pulling me deeper into this madness.
I groaned, the sound torn from deep within my chest. She was right, damn her. Every argument I had dissolved the moment her tongue brushed against mine.
My control, honed over centuries, splintered like glass.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Duskwalkers didn’t succumb to mortal lust. We didn’t give in to the primal needs that plagued lesser beings. We were creatures of death and frost, beings beyond the touch of warmth or desire.
And yet here I was, drowning in her fire.
My hands moved of their own volition, trailing down her back, memorizing every dip and curve. She was impossibly soft beneath my touch, her skin like silk warmed by the sun. My fingers brushed the bare expanse of her thigh, and a fresh wave of heat surged through me. It was intoxicating, maddening.
I wanted more — needed more.
She tilted her head back, breaking the kiss only to gasp for air, her chest heaving against mine. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed with a mix of defiance and desire.
The sight of her, so utterly undone and yet so resolute, was enough to drive me mad.
“You’re insufferable,” I growled, my voice low and rough as I tugged at the hem of my shirt. The fabric gave way easily, and I tossed it aside, baring myself to her gaze.
Her eyes widened slightly as they roamed over me, lingering on the scars that crisscrossed my torso, remnants of battles fought long before her time. She didn’t flinch or look away.
Instead, her lips parted in silent admiration, her gaze tracing each line as if committing them to memory.
“You’re…” she began, her voice trailing off as she took a step back, her legs hitting the edge of the bed. She sank down onto the mattress, her eyes never leaving me.
“Beautiful.”
The word hit me like a physical blow, so foreign and unexpected that I almost recoiled.
Beautiful?
No one had ever dared to call a Duskwalker such a thing. We were monsters, harbingers of death, creatures to be feared and reviled.
But in her eyes, I wasn’t a monster.
Not in this moment.
I stepped closer, the tension between us pulling tighter with every breath. My hands moved to my belt, the buckle coming undone with a soft click.
Her eyes followed the motion, darkening with anticipation.
“Duskwalkers don’t fuck,” I said, the words harsh and clipped, as if repeating them would make them true.
As if they could somehow stop this insanity.
She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips.
“And hybrids who’ve been haunted by ghosts and play with fire for fun aren’t supposed to get frisky in between the sheets either.” Her tone was light, almost teasing, but her eyes held a challenge. “But I’ve always been a defiant child.”
A growl rumbled low in my throat, the sound primal and unrestrained. She had an uncanny ability to dismantle my carefully constructed defenses with nothing more than a few well-placed words.
“I’m over five hundred years old,” I countered as if that would somehow dissuade her. As if the sheer weight of my existence could crush this reckless desire.
She shrugged, utterly unbothered.
“I’m a born vampire hybrid. I’ll probably live to see a thousand years. Maybe longer. So,” she leaned back slightly, propping herself up on her elbows, “we can try to get even, but I’ll need a better head start.”
I froze, her words echoing in the space between us.
This reckless, maddening woman…
She had no idea what she was asking for, no comprehension of the storm she was unleashing.
But gods help me, I couldn’t resist.
Her smirk widened as she watched me, her confidence unshaken despite the gravity of what we were about to do. Her defiance, her fire, only drew me closer, like a moth to a flame.
For centuries, I had been frost and shadows, untouchable and unyielding. But now, standing before her, I felt something shift. Something deeper, more profound than lust or desire.
I was falling.
And there was no going back.
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us suspended in this moment. The weight of the world, the centuries of solitude and darkness, all of it melted away beneath the heat of her gaze.
Slowly, I reached out, my hand cupping her cheek. Her skin was warm, impossibly so, and she leaned into my touch as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her eyes met mine, and for the first time in centuries, I felt seen.
Truly seen.
“This is madness,” I whispered, my voice a mix of awe and despair.
“Madness has always been more fun,” she replied, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
And with that, the last of my resistance crumbled.
Her audacity knew no bounds.
"Defiant little one," I mutter fully expecting hesitation — a moment of doubt, at least while she still has some form of controlling this maddening situation.
In stopping the brewing tides that are ready to consume us.
Instead, she met me with fire, that maddening smirk curling her lips as if she’d won some invisible war. And maybe she had.
The hybrid had crawled under my skin, burrowed into the cold void where nothing was supposed to grow. Now, as I stood before her, bare in more ways than one, I felt that heat spreading—a wildfire I couldn’t control.
When my pants dropped to the floor, her reaction was… predictably insolent.
"For an old guy, you’re…packed," she said with a whistle, her gaze brazen and appreciative. Then, as if she hadn’t already pushed enough boundaries, she added, "Guess it doesn’t shrivel up down there, huh?"
I stared at her, my jaw tightening.
She had a gift for rendering me speechless, though it was less awe and more disbelief at her sheer recklessness.
Defiant youngling. That’s what I should call her at this point.
"Do you always talk this much when you’re nervous?" I asked, my voice low, steady — a warning.
Her grin widened.
"Nope. I talk when I’m impatient. And right now, I’m impatient to jump and ride what I want."
Gods save me from this insanity.
I dragged a hand down my face, muttering under my breath.
"Of course, I’d attract madness."
"That’s not nice," she said, feigning offense, though the amusement in her eyes betrayed her. "Psychotic individuals are loved 99% of the time because we have great commitment skills."
I couldn’t help the low growl that rumbled in my chest.
"We’re going to regret this later," I said, though the words felt hollow even as I spoke them. Regret or not, there was no stopping this now. "You better not complain about the consequences."
She crossed her arms, defiance radiating from her in waves.
"Hurry the fuck up, or I’ll jump you and won’t give a damn about your regrets or morals."
Something inside me snapped.
Maybe it was the challenge in her voice or the way she looked at me like I was hers to take. Either way, the last thread of restraint unraveled, leaving nothing but raw, primal need in its place.
"Then saddle up, little hybrid," I said, stepping closer, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Because this is your last chance to back out."
Her response was immediate, her hands reaching for me with a kind of hunger that matched my own. I caught her wrists before she could touch me, pinning them against the bed in one smooth swing. Her breath hitched, but her gaze didn’t waver.
If anything, the challenge in her eyes burned brighter.
"Careful," I murmured, my face mere inches from hers. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."
She tilted her head, her lips curling into that infuriating smirk.
"I know exactly what I’m asking for. The question is, can you handle it?"
A growl escaped me, low and primal, as I pressed my body against hers, pinning her in place. The heat of her skin seeped into mine, igniting something deep within me.
My shadows writhed around us, responding to my fraying control, but she didn’t flinch.
She never did.
"You’re playing with fire," I warned, though even I could hear the rasp of desire in my voice. My grip on her wrists tightened, though not enough to hurt—just enough to remind her who held the power.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and my gaze followed the motion, hunger coiling tight in my chest.
"Good thing I’ve never been afraid of getting burned," she said, her voice a sultry whisper.
Gods, this woman would be the death of me.
Before I could think better of it, my lips crashed against hers. The kiss was fierce, demanding, a battle for dominance that neither of us was willing to lose. Her defiance met my aggression head-on, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip as her body arched against mine.
I released her wrists, my hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her with enough force to leave marks. She responded by tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as if she could fuse us together.
The bed creaks as it’s forced to bear the weight of both of us as I crawl onto its stable infrastructure, and that only seems to fuel the fire coursing between us with anticipation.
She tastes good, looks good, feels good… where was she all this while? Why has there never been one before her that could steam such immense lust within my emotionless soul until now?
Until her.
I broke the kiss, my breath ragged as I stared down at her.
Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and the sight of her so thoroughly undone made something dark and possessive flare within me.
"Reckless," I muttered, shaking my head. "You’re going to ruin us both."
"Then stop me," she challenged, her voice breathless but unwavering. "Or admit you don’t want to."
I didn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, I hooked my hands beneath her thighs, moving with ease so my legs were over the edge of the bed and my feet caught the stability of the ground beneath. Dragging her in my gasp, I lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.
She gasped, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I carried her to the nearest wall, her defiance giving way to something softer, more vulnerable.
As much as I want to take her against the bed like any man would, I feel this nagging need to be rougher. To show her a glimpse of how this relationship will thrive because I’m not kind in the bedroom.
Not close at all.
I thrive on the brutality of it all, but then again, all I’ve done to heed the few spikes of lust drilling my senses is with my hand in crazed rage to tame my maddening erections.
She’s new. A new addiction I want to enjoy while she’s still appeased by the mere idea of being near me.
My shadows coiled around us, shrouding the room in darkness, but she didn’t shy away. Her hands further grip my shoulders, her nails scraping lightly against my skin before sinking deeply.
I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me.
I lean inward, my lips brushing against her ear.
"Last chance," I said, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You can’t handle my roughness.”
“Never tried, so I can’t say for sure with that one.”
This mouth of hers…
“Say the word, and I’ll stop.” I’m trying to think with reason. With anything that can shy her away from the inevitable. To paint me like the venomous prince the world enjoys labeling me as.
She tilted her head, her lips grazing my jaw as she whispered back.
"Don’t you dare."
She says it with such bold arbitrary, and yet the vibrating confidence resonates with my very soul.
Enough impact to shred that last bit of restraint.
Leaving only the wild, reckless need to claim and be claimed.
There’s no going back then…
I kissed her again, brutal and unrelenting, letting her feel the weight of the chaos she’d unleashed. My hands gripped her thighs as I pressed her harder against the wall, her body arching into mine with an eagerness that only stoked my need.
She was fire beneath my fingertips, heat and softness that made it impossible to think straight.
My length pressed against her through the thin barrier of her panties, and I groaned into her mouth, the sensation driving me to the brink of sanity.
She was gasping for air when I finally pulled away, her chest heaving as she met my gaze with a mix of defiance and desire.
"This shirt," I muttered, my voice low and guttural. "It’s in the way."
Before she could respond, I snapped my fingers, and my shadows surged forward, weaving through the fabric like tendrils of smoke. The shirt dematerialized in an instant, leaving her bare and vulnerable beneath me.
Her eyes widened in shock as she looked down at herself, then back at me.
"Hey! I was going to keep that!" she pouted, her lips forming a perfect little curve that only made me want to kiss her again.
I rolled my eyes, exhaling sharply.
"What is it with your kind and collecting clothing as if it’s treasure?"
"You don’t understand," she shot back, her voice laced with mock indignation. "There’s a sense of peace and comfort in cozy, oversized shirts, typically men's oversized shirts that are already worn and smell nice."
I grunted, dismissing her argument with a wave of my hand.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." But even as I said it, I snapped my fingers again, my shadows surging forward to bind her wrists and spread her legs, lifting her further up slightly away from the wall, making her well aware that nothing but my shadows held her in the midst of the atmosphere.
She was suspended in midair, her body displayed before me like the perfect masterpiece it was.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she squirmed against her bindings, her breath hitching as she realized just how exposed she was.
"This," she stammered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement, "is some monster shit. The kind that’s all over trending novels."
I arched an eyebrow, stepping back to admire her.
"Reading about such…encounters has never intrigued me," I admitted, my voice calm despite the heat coursing through me.
Her eyes narrowed, her defiance returning full force.
"And you think you’re going to be good at this? An emotionless Duskwalker with shadow powers and a knack for scaring the shit out of people?"
I groaned, running a hand through my hair.
"Do not summon him," I muttered under my breath. "It actually likes you."
She tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Aww, really? I’m going to give him a name?—"
Her words were cut off by a gasp, her body jerking as cold tendrils of shadow slipped between her legs. Her core pulsed around the foreign sensation, her confusion and arousal evident in the way her eyes widened and her lips parted.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice breathless.
I smirked, folding my arms across my chest as I watched her squirm.
"Despite my lack of…firsthand experience, I am not entirely ignorant. I read for educational purposes, after all. And right now, you need to be far wetter than this if you want me to glide into you without causing unnecessary pain."
Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, her mouth opening to argue, but the words dissolved into a moan as my shadows moved with more intensity.
I flicked my fingers, commanding them to explore her further, and her head fell back, her lips parted as soft whimpers escaped her throat.
I stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the front of her throat and tilting her head back so she had no choice but to look at me.
"I want to hear you," I murmured, my voice dark and commanding. "Loud and clear."
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine with a mix of defiance and surrender.
"The others will hear," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
A sinister smile curved my lips as I leaned closer, my breath ghosting over her ear.
"Good. Let them hear. Let them know exactly how I’m able to fuck you the way I want."
Her gasp was soft, almost inaudible, but the way her body responded—arching into the shadows, trembling beneath my touch—was all the confirmation I needed.
I flicked my fingers again, the shadows obeying my silent command, and her moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure and need.
The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and yet so completely mine, makes the tip of my cock leak with precum while it throbs with impatience to replace my shadow tendrils into the depths of her hot pulsing pussy.
I leaned in, my lips capturing hers once more as the shadows continued their merciless assault, drawing her closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
Her body quaked beneath the touch of my shadows, her moans growing louder with each flick of my shadow fingers.
The sound of her unraveling filled the room, intoxicating and maddening all at once. She was nearing the edge, her breathing ragged and shallow, her frame taut with the mounting pressure of release.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I murmured.
“Don’t hold back, little hybrid. Let me feel how completely I’ve undone you.”
Her breath hitched, her back arching as the orgasm overtook her. Her entire body went rigid, and then she shattered, the sound of her ecstasy muffled against my mouth as I captured her cries in a searing kiss.
Her whimpers and gasps spilled into me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me for dear life. The raw vulnerability in her response made something primal flare within me.
The shadows retreated at my silent command, leaving her dripping and trembling in their absence. My hands roamed her body, one sliding down to grip her thigh while the other cupped her breast. I rubbed my cock between her wet folds, teasing her entrance as I continued to claim her mouth, knowing my length will be glistening with her juices momentarily.
Her moans grew louder, her body melting against mine as I overwhelmed her with sensation.
“So eager,” I murmured against her lips, my voice dark with amusement. My thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, earning a sharp gasp as she pressed closer to me.
“You’re completely lost now, aren’t you?”
She didn’t respond with words; instead, her hips shifted, seeking more friction, more connection.
I smirked against her mouth, my own need throbbing painfully as I continued to stroke her, preparing her for what was to come. When I was certain she was ready, I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the blunt head of my cock as I gazed down at her.
“You’re going to take every inch of me, little hybrid,” I said, my voice a low growl as I began to push inside.
I moved slowly, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate me. Her heat enveloped me, drawing me in inch by inch, her breath hitching with every agonizingly slow thrust.
Her head fell back, her lips parted as a low moan escaped her.
“Cassius…” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure and relief.
In the name of all the gods…
Never knew a woman’s desperate moan of my name could make me harder than I already am. No one has dared say my name with such passion.
“That’s it,” I murmured, gripping her hips as I pressed deeper. “Take all of me. Every last inch.”
When I was finally buried to the hilt, I paused, my own breath ragged as I struggled to control the overwhelming sensation of being completely sheathed inside her.
She was tight, impossibly so, and the way her body clenched around me made my vision blur with desire.
She gazed up at me through half-lidded eyes, her lips curving into a teasing smile despite the way her chest heaved with every breath.
“For someone who claims to be rough, this isn’t exactly…” Her words trailed off as I slammed into her, driving the air from her lungs with a sharp gasp.
I chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in my chest.
“You really enjoy teasing a beast, don’t you?”
Her attempt at a response was cut off as my shadows surged forward, tendrils slipping between her lips to silence her. Her eyes widened in surprise, locking onto mine as she realized her predicament.
I gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her closer to me as I began to move, each thrust hard and deliberate, sending shockwaves through her trembling body.
“You’ll appease them,” I said, my voice a dark promise as I watched her struggle against the tendrils filling her mouth. “Let’s see if you’re as skilled with that mouth as you are with your words. When I’m finished, I’ll decide if you’ve earned my seed.”
Her muffled moans and the way her body writhed against me only drove me further, the primal need to claim and dominate her consuming every thought.
She was mine, completely and utterly, and I intended to leave no doubt of that in her mind.
The rhythm of my thrusts quickened, her body meeting mine with equal fervor despite her restraints. Her flushed cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know— she was utterly lost to the pleasure, just as I was.
And gods, it was exquisite.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my hands tightening on her hips as I drove into her with unrelenting force. “Take everything I have to give you while you appease every aspect of my domain.”
She doesn’t know I can feel the sensation of her mouth stroking my shadows — the feel mind-fucking-boggling to my senses. I’ve never done this with anyone.
To tip to these sexual acts that our kind used to do centuries upon centuries ago when there were a few females left who could maintain doing such sexual acts without perishing instantly from our ruthless shadows.
A part of me thinks of the mark upon her neck, and how it forces a claim I have no idea how deep their roots go, but deep down — secretly — I’m pleased by its existence.
Thankfully no other of my kind can dare steal what I’ve unexpectedly discovered in the realms of my royal comrade’s domain.
Her muffled whimpers grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. I’m working myself up, resisting my urge to cum inside her for multiple reasons, but more so, I want to release my seed in the hollows of that sinful mouth that enjoys speaking far too much.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered.
“Let go for me, little hybrid. Show me how much you can take.”
Her response was immediate, her body arching against me as her orgasm tore through her, her cries muffled by the shadows that held her, still thrusting in as if chasing their own release that is strokes away from riddling through me.
I followed her over the edge thanks to those tendrils, feeling their orgasmic reach without sending myself into a climax so soon.
Regardless, the intensity of their triumph ripped through me as I buried myself inside her, like a form of claiming in every sense of the word.
When the last tremors of pleasure subsided, I released the shadows binding her, catching her trembling form in my arms as she slumped against me.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body limp and sated as she gazed up at me with a dazed smile.
“You’re insufferable,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but tinged with amusement.
I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“And you’re impossible. But I think we’ll manage.”
Her lips parted in that telltale smirk, competitive as always despite the way her chest still heaved, pulling in breath after ragged breath.
Those swollen, ruby-red lips were a perfect testament to the sinful ways she had tested my limits, yet somehow, her lipstick remained pristine.
I tilted my head, half-impressed by the durability of the damn thing.
“I’m impressed it lasted,” I murmured, brushing a thumb over the corner of her mouth. The curve of her lips deepened, her amusement flickering in those defiant eyes.
“Matte non-transfer from YSL,” she replied casually as if I should have known. “Are you going to buy me more?”
A huff escaped me, the sound half-laugh, half-exasperation.
“I’ll buy you all the shades you want if you’re ready to put that non-transfer claim to the test right now.”
Her eyes sparkled with the challenge, and I could see the exhaustion in the faint slump of her shoulders, the tremble of her thighs still suspended around me.
Yet even as her body screamed for reprieve, her spirit refused to yield. It was maddening and fascinating all at once.
She nodded, clearly up for the test, even if I could see her body’s limits creeping closer with every second.
The flicker of concern stirred within me, a foreign hum that I had to forcefully push down.
No. I couldn’t afford to coddle her, not now.
She wanted me, all of me, and I would give it to her. This wasn’t just about pleasure. This was about her proving she could handle what no one else had. It was about showing me she was worthy of every ounce of chaos and dominance I could deliver.
As she slipped from my arms, settling onto her knees before me, I felt a jolt of something visceral and primal.
The sight of her there, her head tilted up to meet my gaze, was almost reverent, like a disciple bowing before their master. My cock twitched at the thought, and I could do nothing but admire her as she worked to gather herself, tying her hair back in a makeshift bun with deft fingers.
The action itself was oddly alluring, practical, and deliberate, but the pout that followed as she realized she lacked a hair tie nearly broke through my composure.
She sighed, releasing her hair, expecting it to cascade down her back. Instead, her gaze lifted, catching on my hand as I held the silken bundle in my grasp.
I stroked the strands between my fingers, admiring their smooth texture and vibrant shine, before flicking my free hand. Shadows coiled around her hair, binding it securely in place with a ribbon of darkness.
Her cheeks flushed at the gesture, and her voice came soft and hesitant.
“Your touch…it was so tender.”
I smirked, dismissing her observation with a tilt of my head, even as I felt her words stir something deep within me.
Tenderness. Such a foreign thing for me. And yet, I… liked the way it sounded coming from her lips.
Her focus shifted, and her eyes fell to where I stroked my cock, my length slick and throbbing as I fought to temper myself.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I knew she was admiring me, her gaze filled with hunger and awe. Without hesitation, her hand reached out, her fingers curling around me as she gripped my length.
“Can you…change it?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. Her question took me by surprise, and I quirked an eyebrow, looking down at her.
“Change what?”
“The…size,” she clarified, her eyes darting up to meet mine, a faint blush creeping over her cheeks. “I mean, can you make it…bigger? Or smaller?”
I chuckled, the sound low and dark, as I saw the thoughts spinning in that clever little mind of hers.
“Technically, I can. But I’m not sure you’d survive if I indulged whatever dirty fantasy you’re cooking up in that head of yours.”
Her eyes widened slightly at my admission, and I smirked, knowing exactly where her thoughts had gone.
“If you do a good job and I’m in the mood, maybe I’ll appease your curiosity.”
She huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to trace along the head of my cock. The warmth of her tongue against the chill of my shaft sent a shiver through me, and I growled low in my throat, the sound reverberating in the space between us.
She didn’t stop there.
Slowly, deliberately, she took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my length with precision and a hunger that made my vision blur.
My head fell back as I groaned, a sound that was almost a roar, low and guttural, echoing with the raw intensity of my desire.
She worked me with a pace that was nothing short of merciless, her tongue sliding along every inch of me as her cheeks hollowed to take me deeper. Her eyes met mine, those pupils blown wide with mischief and determination, and I swore I could feel her smiling around me as she pushed herself further, taking me to the back of her throat.
“Gods,” I hissed, my hands fisting at my sides as I fought the urge to grab her head and control her pace.
She didn’t need it; she was a force of nature, moving with a rhythm that left no room for adaptation.
I wasn’t going to last. Not like this.
“So fucking good,” I seethed, my voice raw as I watched her. The way she moved, the way she devoured me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. She was fire and fury, all-consuming, and I was powerless to resist.
The pressure built rapidly, coiling tight in my core until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a loud, guttural groan, I came, my release shattering through me like a tidal wave. She didn’t flinch, didn’t choke. Instead, she sank further onto me, letting me spill down her throat before pulling back just enough to let the rest pool into that wicked mouth of hers.
As I pulled out, breathless and dazed, I watched her.
Her lips were still sealed, the evidence of my release glistening on her tongue as she waited, patient and expectant. No one had ever managed this—no one had ever handled me with such skill and ease.
This little hybrid was full of surprises, and I couldn’t decide if it infuriated or exhilarated me.
“Show me,” I commanded, my voice low and rough.
She obeyed, tilting her head back slightly to give me a better view. My lips curved into a rare smile as I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both possessive and indulgent.
The taste of her, of us, lingered as I pulled away just enough to whisper.
“Swallow.”
She obeyed without hesitation, the motion sending a shiver through me. When her eyes met mine again, there was something unspoken between us, something raw and unrelenting.
For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the weight of what had just transpired settling over us.
“I suppose I’ll have to keep you around,” I muttered, the words escaping me before I could second-guess them.
She huffed, her tone teasing despite the exhaustion in her voice.
“I’ll take that as a compliment for good service.”
She made an attempt to rise, but her legs gave out beneath her almost instantly.
Anticipating it, I caught her before she could fall, my arms wrapping around her trembling form.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said quietly, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. Her protests were incoherent, little more than mumbled words as she leaned heavily against my chest.
“I’ll have mercy on you today,” I murmured as I carried her toward the bed, setting her down gently. “But be prepared. I’m not someone you dare take lightly, let alone try to keep up with.”
A weak giggle escaped her, her eyes fluttering closed as she muttered.
“Challenge accepted.”
I shook my head, unable to stop the faint smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. But gods, if she didn’t make me feel alive for the first time in centuries.
Foolish, impossible little hybrid.