My Blood Is Yours (The Summoning #1)

20. Elowen

ELOWEN

S ariel leans forward, bringing his face close to mine. “And I will spend the rest of our lives earning the gift of you, Elowen. Not merely with words, but in action—I will love and serve you in all ways. Everything that I am, all that I have, belongs to you.”

Tears fill my eyes as he closes the distance between us, his mouth grazing mine before capturing it fully as I hitch my legs around him and his cock slides over my clit. The magic flowing in those glowing veins, adds a further heightened level of intensity to the already overwhelming pleasure.

Our tongues slide and caress. Sariel’s hips draw back to slide forward again over my aching bud, where his pre-cum leaks in copious strings and puddles. We both groan with euphoria, our hunger for one another spiraling as he continues to repeat the motion, over and over again. From all the attention he’d lavished my breasts with, it only takes a few more strokes before the initial tingling of an orgasm sings its promise.

Sariel suddenly pulls away, but before I can bemoan the absence of his cock, he replaces it with his mouth. A cry of surprise escapes me at the sensation of his tongue exploring me from entrance to clit.

Oh, my fuck.

Forcing myself up to rest on my elbows, I look down to find the most beautifully depraved sight—Sariel’s black tongue slicking over my folds before flicking steadily over my aching bud. And just when I think it couldn’t possibly get any better, his lips close over it, and he sucks.

Keening noises I’ve never made before escape me as I fist his hair in one hand to hold him to me. The sucking of his mouth works in a pulsing rhythm all while his tongue continues to flick against me in perfect tandem. The action sends my toes curling, muscles tightening, and my pussy clenching. And once again, he proves me wrong in thinking it couldn’t possibly get any better as his tail makes its return to thrust inside of me. In only a handful of seconds, I’m crying out his name as fluid gushes from my core. As each molecule of my body explodes with divine pleasure, I hear Sariel give his own groaned growl of release and his hands fist my thighs to the point of sweet pain.

With panted breaths, tears leak from my eyes, my mind reels from what just happened. Sariel’s fevered ministrations gradually slow to give me a gentle return to my body. His tongue proceeds to devour every last drop of fluid that hasn’t already drenched my dress and his bed, while his tail continues its shallow strokes inside of me.

When my orgasm fully recedes, Sariel lifts his head from between my thighs, and the stark reality that I have—yet again—made a complete mess of myself and his bed has hot-faced shame creeping up my neck. Even as his tail continues to shallowly thrust in and out of me, gradually coaxing my arousal to life again. He sits back on his heels, devouring me with his gaze as his long, black tongue sweeps across his glistening lips in an utterly depraved way that stokes my arousal even further.

“You’re so fucking beautiful in this ravished, sated state.”

A hum of appreciation rolls through me as I, too, take in the glorious sight of him. The plains of his thickly muscled body are sculpted to perfection. His biceps decorated in those simple but elegant gold bands. The gold caps on his horns. Thick, glistening strings of pre-cum seep steadily from the dark, broad crown of his long, thick cock—so engorged that the skin is pulled tight and shining with a beautiful display of thick veins. And if I couldn’t already smell the sweet, heady scent of it, the evidence of his release is smeared all over his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs. Another puddle of it visible beneath him on the pallet.

“As are you. Drenched in sweat and covered in my honey.”

My core gives another needy clench, and Sariel’s eyes—and tail—don’t miss it. His tail slides deeper inside me as he works one fist over his length. The action sends at least half a mouthful’s worth of pre-cum spilling onto my clit.

His deep voice is both velvet and gravel. “Is my tail not enough to satiate your needs, mea floarea ?”

With a shake of my head, my heart thumps in anticipation as I drag my teeth over my bottom lip.

Sariel gives a thoughtful hum as he continues to stroke his hand slowly over his cock—the head of it aimed downwards, only an inch or two from my core.

“Do you realize I am incapable of denying you anything?”

With a little thrust of my hips, my entrance brushes against the crown of Sariel’s cock. A growl rumbles from his chest as his head tips back briefly. “Fuck, Elowen.”