My Summer Girl

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Dulce

BESO - ROSALíA Rauw Alejandro

My eyes flutter asheaviness leaves me. The scent of vetiver and warmth tickles my nose and I snuggle into the velvety smoky scent I’m addicted to.

Mine.

Vex.

Holding me as if I’m tiny and precious, they cradle and kiss my head. Their lips are soft and caressing, filled with love.

They love me.

It’s not news, yet it feels so comforting to know that they do. They’re mine as much as I’m theirs.

“Such a good dove. You didn’t panic, taking my kisses so well.”

“They were perfect,” I whisper, my voice quiet and a little hoarse.

They continue their besitos, pressing them against my forehead, crown, and throat. I’ve learned early on that touch is how I receive any type of affection.

Even when we weren’t sexual, they learned how I needed aftercare, making sure to find the very thing that calmed me and brought me back.

“I never want to leave your arms,” I say, breathless. My words are so gentle, like if I’m loud, I’ll break this bubble. Being in their arms again is everything I missed.

“You’ve got to go seek our queen,” they nudge, nipping at my jaw. “I can feel her. She’s restless.” I peer up at them, seeking answers I’m unsure how to ask.

“I was starving,” they admit on an exhale, almost like they expect me to be angry that they share something so profound. I’m not. There’s a massive part of my heart that feels comforted, knowing we’re all irrevocably connected now. “She shoved her wrist in my face, the little minx.”

I giggle at the forlorn expression on their face. “I wasn’t ready to bond so soon. We haven’t even—” They pause, their voice choked up. Letting out a bereaved sigh, they pinch the bridge of their nose.

“It’s okay,” I comfort, holding onto their wrist, pulling it away from their face. “We still have a bond, mi amor. You’re mine, and I’m yours. You’re just hers too. How it’s supposed to be.”

“I know,” they say, softening the confused emotions flittering over their face. “It’s a bit overwhelming here.” They tap their chest, rubbing it absentmindedly, like it physically aches.

I sit up, cradling their face in my palms. They’re so warm, so open, a huge difference to where they were when we first fell into us.

“I’m honored to be your first. To be your last with Raev and Vera.”

They gnaw on their lip, their eyes meeting mine with passion and appreciation. “I love you Dulce, more than I thought possible for a creature of my age. There’s a beat beneath my ribcage built entirely for you. You’re the endless thrum in my veins and the softness beneath the surface. I ache when you’re far, much as I did before we caved into this bond.”

I kiss both of their cheeks, their closed eyes, stopping at their forehead and sitting there as affection bleeds from me and through our bond.

We’re connected forever.

I didn’t believe in fate, in love, and Vex has inadvertently taught me both in two simple weeks.

“And I love you,” I whisper, bringing our mouths together.

This moment is ours. Our lips connect slowly, their soft ones meeting mine in the slowest dance known to monster.

Their tongue presses against my mouth and I let them in, cherishing the gentle way they give themselves to me.

I’m a pain princess with Vex, someone who needs it to get off, but in this moment, it’s different.

It’s reverent and slow, their exploration of my skin they’ve touched a hundred times. Their kindness as they memorize my curves.

“I need to have you.” They nearly choke out the words. They’re emotional, almost like they’re lost in the sensations our bond is zapping between us.

“Then have me.”

Vex stands, bringing my body with them. Then they cup the backs of my thighs and squeeze, carrying me to the bed I fucked Raev in last night.

He’s not here, and I don’t stop to ask why. Vex probably asked for this moment alone before I became conscious.

The bed is plush as they lay me down, their body hovering over mine. Sweetness hits my nose as they lean toward me. Before, I never really put much thought into their scent, but it seems to have strengthened since last night.

“It’s the bond.” Leaning forward, their nose slides down my throat. They inhale deeply, letting out a groan so heady that my thighs clench. “You’ll be able to smell me and find comfort in it easier. I’ll also taste different.”

Their lips tilt with that admission, gleaming eyes meeting mine.

“I love it,” I respond, thinking of how comforting the simple scent of vetiver has become. They lean down, kissing my jaw.

“Clothing or no clothing, little dove?”

“You’re letting me choose?” I raise an eyebrow at their amusement, knowing they’ll see it as sass.

“You’ve earned it.”

“No clothes,” I sigh appreciatively, thinking of their body. I’ve only seen it three times in total. I need more. Moving to sit on their heels, they unbutton their shirt, removing it and their belt in quick succession.

They watch me as intently as I watch them, not missing an inch of skin they reveal. Vex Asher is a god amongst monster-kind. Their body is chiseled to the point that I’m unsure if a goddess carved them from stone.

Their tattoos almost seem liquid, all watery and black across their torso, arms, and thighs. My eyes don’t look away as they rise to lower their pants, and I can’t break the connection we currently share.

It’s palpable, like those sparkling things buzzing with light during A?o Nuevo.

“Your turn.”

They grip my ankles, pulling me to the end of the bed. I can’t help but admire their cock, the way it glistens with precum for me already. It’s thick, pierced several times—all metal pieces I’ve felt inside me, unraveling me with pleasure.

I’m wearing the dress Vera gave me, and as if Vex is aware, they remove the corset with gentle fingers, making sure it’s not ravaged.

After my dress is gone, I’m bare. I had no intention of wearing anything beneath, wanting Vera to have any access she’d want.

Might be a little forward, but the thought of succumbing to her needs and mine in a hedonistic display has my body shivering.

“Perfection,” Vex says, awestruck. Their jaw is mildly open and their eyes are blown black, the purple of their irises nearly gone. “I could live eons and eons, and nothing would ever touch the way your beauty unravels me.”

Before I can blush and babble over the compliments I’ve never been good at receiving, they grip my chin in a way that lets me know it’s scene time.

“Petal.”

A full smirk overtakes their devilish face, their canines slipping out. “Lay back for me, sweet love. Let me lick that pretty pussy.”

They don’t have to tell me twice. Pressing back on my elbows, I stop once I hit the headboard, wondering how sturdy it is.

Their fingers tap my thighs in a silent command to open. I do. Widening them as far as they go, just like Vex wants. It’s normal for them to spread me wide, even during pain sessions, allowing every pain point visible.

Kisses worship me from my ankles, slowly trailing up my thick thighs, and then to the skin where my hips meet my stomach.

I don’t speak as they take their time. It isn’t until they press their mouth everywhere but where I want it most that a whine escapes me.

Their eyes flash with humor as they peer up at me. A predatory gleam meets me, their pierced tongue stretched out just above my clit.

“Please, Sir.” It comes out strangled, almost desperate and needy—not as needy as I feel, but close enough. Pride is the sensation they offer through our bond.

It’s the only warning I get before they flick their tongue against me, and hum to torture me. “Fuck.”

My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, it’s strained and lower, breathier.

They place their lips around my clit, making little suckling motions as I writhe from their onslaught.

“So wet,” they say, their mouth full of me. “All for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, wanting to climb them and fuck myself down their length. Instead of doing so. I send the mental image, hoping they get my needs loud and clear.

Their eyes shutter as if they’re seeing it in real time. “Dulce,” they hiss.

I picture them rutting into me, hitting that spot inside that feels like I’m both dying and living for the first time. Their fangs dig deep in me as they fuck me with abandon.

“Bloody hell,” they growl before gliding up my body and flipping us. They don’t need to guide me or tell me what they want.

Show me, little dove.

The words come into my mind like Vex whispered them across my brain. I hover above their swollen length, sliding home with one quick drop.

They let out a rattling puff of air while I moan louder than I ever have before. Using their body as my own conduit of pleasure, I bend back on my haunches and begin bouncing up and down.

Vex’s eyes roll backward as I fuck them like they’ve never let me before. Bracing my hands on their chest, I use them.

They watch me with awe, not moving, letting me take my pleasure. “P-Please,” I beg, sending them an image of their fangs once more.

“Want to be a blood slut for me, little dove?”

Frantically, I nod, my head jerky with its movements. They sit up, forcing me to adjust to where they hold my full weight.

As if I’m the most precious thing they own, they cradle my head. “You’re so cock drunk already,” they muse. And I feel it, the heady lust swimming through me, how my eyes want to close, yet I want them inside me forever.

“Want you.” The two words are drunken, sloppy, and their bright smile is enough to undo me entirely.

Leaning into my throat, they graze my pulse. “You were always meant to be mine, little dove. My mate, my peach, mine.” Their teeth sink inside me with the vow. Their hips bucking up and fucking me while they take from me too.

In the bond it’s dark and cozy, so warm and welcoming. They give me their pleasure, and I swear my body hasn’t stopped shaking from the endless orgasm that hasn’t seemed to stop. They fuck me so deeply, I can’t help but let out hoarse cries.

My cunt clenches them, holding them in the tightest grip. They lick my throat over and over, kissing the wound while not letting up on their thrusting.

“Such a good dove, gripping me so tight. Being such a cock slut for me.” Their hips make the loudest slapping noise every time it hits my sweaty thighs. “I could lose myself in this cunt, my love. Get lost and live there forever. Hear you cry and lick your tears. Fuck.” That last word is a long dragged out sound.

I groan as another orgasm overtakes me, shocking my entire body to the point of shaking and flinching.

“That’s my good bird, coming all over her Sir’s cock. Fuck, I love your cunt. It’s so tight and wet, and it takes me so well.”

I whimper at the way they reduce me to the hole they’re using for their own pleasure. “Please, Sir.”

“What do you want, hmm? Want my cum, sweet little dove? It’ll fill you nicely, leak from your pretty pussy.”

“Yes,” I whine, feeling my body shudder, wanting to give out.

“Give it to me, beautiful. Come on, like that,” they guide, gripping my hips. “That’s right.” Their hand slides between us, their rings pressing into my thighs as they edge their way to my clit. “Come for me, love. Come on my cock.”

A few more flicks across my clit and I’m falling apart once more. My pussy clenches and a flood of fluids leaves me, coating them and the bed.

“Such a good dove, squirting for her Sir.”

“Thank you,” I cry, tears welling in my eyes as the emotional aspect hits me deeply.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I have you, I love you,” they reassure, kissing my shoulders, my throat, all while petting me and offering warmth. Grabbing the duvet, they wrap it around us and rock me back and forth even as they slightly soften inside me.

What feels like an hour passes before their body soothes me. Enough that I’m peering up at them in awe and trust.

“Can I suckle?” I shyly ask. I’ve been wanting to do it for ages, but scared they’d be put off by it.

“I’d be honored to be your comfort, love.”

They help me rise off of them, adjusting us so their pelvis aligns with my mouth. There’s no need for guidance, I know what I want.

Licking mine and their shared release off until it tastes simply of them, I pull their softening cock into my mouth and lay my cheek on their hip.

My heart slows, my breathing relaxing as I suckle and sigh. They’re my comfort. My forever. Running their fingers through my hair as best as they can to avoid tangling it, they rub my scalp, petting me.

I can’t help but use them almost as a pacifier, soothing me until my eyes grow heavy. “This summer can never end,” I barely sigh as my body shuts down once more.