Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
MAX
Feeling Tilda come around my finger and seeing her color come back as she drank my blood was the most erotic moment of my life. After observing her on the brink of death for so many days, her renewal feels as if it’s my own. I’ll never get enough of this woman.
Like the goddess she is, she smiles, still straddling my hips. “Then, my taste pleases you?”
“I may die on a feast of only you, Tilda.”
She lifts onto her knees, but before she can impale herself on me, I shimmy down the mattress, grab her ass in both hands, and pull her forward until that sweet pussy lands on my face. I taste her.
She rocks and gasps as I run my tongue over her clit.
“Max?” Her hips jerk back.
Holding her tighter, I slip one finger through her wetness from behind and then toy with her tight asshole.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” She rides my face back to front, pushing until the tip of my finger penetrates, and I’m sucking and licking every inch of her slit as she rocks like I’m her favorite saddle. “You can’t even know how good that feels.”
Maybe not, but I love the taste of her, the feel of her, and seeing her come apart is my new life’s work. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck and press my finger deeper.
Her tight ass clamps around me, and her screams, gasps, and moans fill my bedroom like the finest symphony.
“More. Fucking hell, Max.” She tips her ass up to take more of my thick finger.
I suck hard, then release her clit to thrust my tongue inside her sweet pussy.
The strength of her second orgasm is staggering as her walls pulse around my tongue and finger. Her juices cover my face, and I lap up every drop of her sweet nectar. I kiss her soft flesh and ease my finger out of her.
With a soft moan, she lies across my chest. “You’re amazing.”
“Not without you, I’m not.” I hold her and run a hand along her spine.
“May I have another taste?” She licks the spot just above my heart.
“Of course.” I brace for the pleasure and am not disappointed.
There is no pain as her fangs pierce my skin.
My cock throbs with desire, my body tightens with the pure ecstasy of her elixir rushing through my bloodstream.
I’m on fire with it. Part of me wants to hold back and wait to be inside her, but there is no waiting.
I let go and thrust the air as I come all over her ass and back.
She has bewitched me, and her teeth continue to pump pleasure into me.
My cock thickens again before it even has time to rest.
“Tilda.”
She licks, and her saliva closes the wound as if it never happened. Cheeks slightly pink and youthful, she smiles wickedly and presses her hands against my ribs.
I’m about to suggest she needs rest when she impales herself on my cock.
We both still, and cry out.
As her perfect body adjusts to my girth and length, she rocks. “The way the hair around the base of your cock tickles my thighs drives me mad.”
“No more than the fact that you can take all of me does to me, my love.” I grip her hips and back, then roll so that she’s on her back, legs wide, and I'm between them.
Passion is like fire in her blue eyes, and her pupils are fully dilated. “You need to fuck me now, Max. I need it hard.”
Worried she needs rest, I want to argue, but I’m a slave to her needs. I pull back and push forward. The animal that I am forces its way to the surface, and a growl explodes from my mouth, followed by a keening howl. I hold back, not wanting to hurt her.
Her strong legs tighten around me, pulling me in faster and harder than I intended. “Don’t toy with me. Not now. We can play that game later. Fuck me, Max.”
Another growl, and I thrust inside her tight pussy. Our flesh slaps, my hair is wet with her juices. The thought of that and the scent filling the air drives me harder until I’m like a piston giving and taking at full speed.
Her moans bounce off the walls as she takes every inch of me and meets my every thrust. She grips the bedding, thrashes her head from side to side, and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Look at me, Tilda. I want to see your eyes when you come for me.” The familiar tingle stars at the base of my spine. My legs shake with it.
Opening her eyes, she meets my stare and screams. “Maaax.”
Her pussy pulses around my cock, pushing me over the edge. I think of pulling out, but her legs tighten, keeping me in place. I come in a rush of ecstasy and fill her until my cum drips down her ass.
Pumping upward, she comes again and again, all the while crying my name like a prayer to some unknown gods.
I could listen to that all day.
As she relaxes, her eyes close. “That was amazing.”
Knowing she must be sore, I pull out slowly. “I’m going to get a wet cloth and clean you up.”
Her soft acknowledgment barely reaches my ears as she pulls the pillow under her head.
With one last look, I head to the bathroom and wash up. I return with a wet cloth and wipe our mixed juices from between her thighs and ass.
Already asleep, she barely stirs, and I gently place her on a dry part of the bed.
Once I’ve disposed of the cloth, I lie beside her and pull the covers over us. Since it was her elixir that gave me the burst of energy and adrenaline for lovemaking, now I’m exhausted.
Before sleep takes me, I reach for my phone and text Sam.
“Tilda is better. We’re both sleeping. Come by tomorrow.”
Not bothering to wait for a response, I turn the phone off, wrap Tilda in my arms, and close my eyes.
Iwake to the scents of others in my house. After my initial moment of concern, I recognize Sam and Mari, and the fact that they are in my kitchen isn’t surprising.
With Tilda beside me, I’m reluctant to drag myself out of bed, but other matters, like the pressure in my bladder, insist I get up. I kiss her temple, and feeling better than I have in a week, I head for the bathroom.
It’s twenty minutes later when I creep out of the bedroom, showered and dressed, and make my way to the kitchen.
They’re sipping coffee at the counter. “Good afternoon,” Mari says, her dark eyes bright.
I check the clock, and indeed it’s past noon, which means that I slept for eighteen hours. “I guess I was tired.” Taking a cup from the shelf, I pour myself coffee. “When did you get here?”
Sam smiles. “Long enough to make coffee and hear your shower running. Ion said he’d come by tomorrow unless you need him.”
“I’m sure Tilda will want to see him, but her health is much improved.” Heat rises from my neck to my ears.
“Indeed.” Mari grins from ear to ear. “I’m glad to hear that.”
They both stare at me expectantly. “She woke up yesterday and needed blood. We spent some…time together and then fell asleep.” I don’t bother to detail waking up in the middle of the night with Tilda’s mouth wrapped around my cock. I’m pretty sure that’s not what they want to know.
With his head cocked, Sam studies me. “Not the entire story, but enough. As long as she’s out of danger and you’re both well.”
“Wake her if you’re concerned.” I sip my coffee, unsure why I feel judged when it’s obvious my friends are only checking in.
Mari stands and pushes her coffee aside. “I’m not at all concerned, Max. I could see the connection between the two of you from the beginning. However, I will wake her to soothe my own worries and fears.”
“Of course. I know you care very deeply for Tilda, as she does for you.” It’s the best I can do by way of an apology since I’m still reeling over her saying she knew about the connection between us.
She disappears behind my bedroom door. A moment later, the whisper of women’s voices begins within.
Staring, Sam waits for me to say something.
“What is it?” The hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
“Is she your mate?”
“What?” I jerk back and spill hot coffee on my hand. “Why would you ask that?”
He shrugs. “Sasquatch mate for life.” He sips his coffee. “As do swans.”
“Not vampires.” I grab a kitchen towel and clean up my spill. The hair on the back of my hand blocked the heat enough that I’m not burned.
“Perhaps not, but even so, if your bond activated, it would affect her. Is that what’s happened?” Maybe it’s because Sam and Mari are true mates that he wants that for everyone.
“A Sasquatch male has to allow that kind of bond. It can only be done once, and it would bind the other to them for life. It’s not something one does lightly.” My heartbeat is rapid, and I have to take several long breaths to get it under control.
“Are you hesitant to broach such a subject with Tilda?” He shakes his head. “I’m out of line, my friend. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, you will always do the right thing.”
“But?” I can hear it even though he didn’t say it.
Sam shrugs. “But you sometimes forget your own wants and needs in favor of what you believe everyone else deserves.”
Thinking about how perfect and elegant Tilda is and how brawny and oafish I am, I can’t imagine such a creature would ever wish to bind herself to me forever. “It’s too soon to consider such things.”
“Perhaps.” There’s doubt in his voice, but he says no more on the subject.
Mari rejoins us a moment later. Her smile is all the approval I need. “Tilda is taking a shower, and then she’ll join us.”
My heart races at the thought of my vampire naked in my shower. “You showed her where her clothes are?”
“I did.” She picks up her coffee and pops it in the microwave on the counter for thirty seconds. “I’m glad we brought her some things in case she woke up, or she’d be in your tee shirts indefinitely.”
The idea of that appeals to me, but I keep that to myself. “Should I show her where the towels are?”
“We found everything she needs.” Mari looks as if she too wants to go help her sister. “She shooed me out, so I think she’s able to manage her own shower.”
Watching the bedroom door, I barely hear the conversation between Sam and Mari. It’s something about building a backyard structure.
With her hair wet and wrapped in her robe, Tilda steps out of the bedroom and walks the few steps into the kitchen. “I feel better.” She braids the end of her wet locks and ties the plait off with a black band. “You have a good shower, Max.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I want to pick her up, carry her back to my bedroom, and make sure she’s had enough blood. I don’t move from my seat and have to ease my grip on my coffee cup before it shatters.
Mari says, “There’s human blood in the refrigerator if you’re hungry, or I can go hunt for you. It will only take a few minutes out in these woods to find you a nice fat rabbit.”
A soft blush stands out against Tilda’s pale cheeks. “I’m well fed, Mari. Thank you. Perhaps we can go hunting together in a few days.”
“I would enjoy that.” Mari takes her cup and Sam’s and puts them in the sink. “We’re going home. I have students coming when school lets out. If you want me to move my lessons to our house while you recover, I can. Perhaps you can stay here a few more days?”
Mari and Tilda look at me.
I lock gazes with Tilda. “You are welcome here for as long as you want.” Forever is the word that I don’t say.
Sam, clearing his throat, pulls us out of our moment.
Tilda says, “I’ll be staying here until Max has had enough of me.”
A guffaw from Sam, and he stands. He takes Mari’s hand. “We’ll be around if you want company, but we won’t bother you again until you call.”
“But—” Mari has something to say, but Sam kisses her before she can get it out. “We’ll see you soon.”
“Thank you for everything.” Tilda walks them to the door as if this is her house.
I love that.
They wave goodbye, and she closes the door as Sam’s enormous truck turns and heads up the drive.
Alone again, we’re silent. It’s not awkward, but I worry that too much reticence sends the wrong message. “Are you hungry?”
While there is a hunger in her eyes as she looks at me, she shakes her head. “Your blood is delicious, Max, but I’m satiated in that way.”
My cock leaps, thinking there are other ways she needs satisfaction. This is about more than sex, and she needs to know that. “Can I show you something?”
“Alright.” She takes my hand, and I lead her to the door.