Ash #2
It vibrates along the length of me, and I’m so close to coming I shove his shoulder to get him to stop.
His breathing is as heavy as mine, loud in the quiet of my room.
“I thought you were going to fuck me?” I manage to raise an eyebrow in challenge, and he flashes me that feral grin and my pulse races, fire lighting up my veins as he slowly gets to his feet.
“Here?”
I wet my lips, heartbeat a loud thud in my ears. “Yeah.”
“My pleasure.”
He grabs the lube off my bedside table. I’m just wondering how this is going to work when he thrusts it into my hand, grabs my thighs, and hoists me up so my back hits the wall.
I mirror his grin. “Shifters are strong, eh?”
“You have no idea.” He holds me with one hand to prove his point.
“Show off.”
He winks and waggles his fingers. I pour some lube on his outstretched hand and then my head hits the wall when he reaches down and slides one inside me.
He takes his time, opening me up like it’s the main event and not a means to an end.
I bite my lip, eyes rolling back at the stretch and the slide and the pleasure coiling low in the pit of my belly.
When I’m at that point where I could come from just this alone, he removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock instead.
Oh fuck, this is happening.
His eyes meet mine as he pushes inside me. Full of heat and promise and a stark wildness that steals my breath. There’s a sharp sting along my thighs where he holds me up, and when I glance down, claws press against my skin.
“Okay?”
Okay? Is he kidding right now?
I laugh, because it’s such a fucking understatement. “I am so much better than okay.”
His smile is full of teeth that look sharper than human ones should, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “Hold on.”
I grip his shoulder and do exactly that as he starts to fuck me, deep and slow, like I weigh nothing.
It’s so fucking good. I can’t ever remember sex being this good, and I don’t know what that means, don’t care right now.
I let my head fall back against the wall and ride the waves of pleasure building inside me.
“Harder.” I moan, fingers digging into the meat of his muscles.
“Fuck.” He laughs and buries his head in the crook of my neck, but his grip on my thighs tightens, and he drives into me harder and faster, and all I can do is hold on and feel.
His lips find my neck, too-sharp teeth scrape over skin that pebbles in response as he keeps up his relentless rhythm.
This is what I wanted, what I asked for, and it’s every bit as amazing as I knew it would be.
I’m fucking Callum Holt.
Who’s not human.
Far from being freaked out by that, it only adds a thrill to what’s already a life-changing event.
“You close?”
“Yeah.”
The low rumble he lets out is sexy as fuck, and I groan when he follows it with a trail of kisses up the side of my throat.
I am close, but I just need a little more to push me over that edge. I slide a hand between us to wrap around my cock. It means I don’t have a hold of him anymore but I trust him to keep me in place. The second my fingers curl around me, pleasure zips up my spine and I moan again.
Sharp teeth graze my skin, harder than before, and I flinch. It’s shock more than anything, but Cal lifts his head, apology all over his face.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
His canines are much sharper now, and I can’t look away. The image of them sinking into my skin is front and centre in my mind and it’s all I can think about. The words fall out before I can censor them. “Bite me.”
He stills.
His whole body freezes. “What?”
“I want you to bite me.” The more I think about it, the more I want it, need it, and my hand doesn’t stop moving as I meet his gaze. “I don’t want you to turn me. But you can bite me without doing that, right?”
“Yes.” He drags his tongue over those long, sharp teeth, and it’s erotic in a way I never thought I’d find as hot as I do. “I can do that.”
“Do you want to?”
“I shouldn’t.” The hungry look in his eyes tells me how much he likes the idea, though. “I’m not exactly in control right now.”
I grin back at him. “I know.”
He shakes his head, smile full of a wonder that he can’t seem to contain. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
I take that for the yes it is and tilt my head to the side.
He fucking growls, hips snapping up and making me cry out.
“Oh god.” Suddenly the edge is right fucking there and I’m hurtling towards it with no hope of stopping.
“Bite me,” I urge one last time, and Callum’s eyes flare.
The wildness I saw before is nothing compared to the raw, uninhibited chaos swirling in there now.
He dips his head.
Soft lips caress the base of my throat. He thrusts into me once, twice, then bites down hard, and I come with his name on my lips and his teeth in my skin.
He shudders as he follows me over that delicious edge. Claw tips sink into my skin, the spark of pain prolonging an orgasm that already has me gasping for breath.
It’s like the whole world stops.
My mind whites out and I feel like I’m floating in a haze of never-ending pleasure.
It lasts so long, it’s almost a shock when it begins to finally ebb. I draw in a shaky breath and then smile so wide my cheeks hurt.
I don’t think I’ve felt so . . . so . . . There are no words to adequately describe it. There’s a warmth in my chest, tucked up behind my ribs. It’s subtle but unmistakable. I’m not sure how, but I know it’s the source of this high I’m still riding, this feeling of utter contentment and euphoria.
And then a wave of what feels like shock hits me.
“Oh fuck.” Callum slowly lifts his head, eyes wide as saucers. When they meet mine, a jolt of awareness hits me hard in the chest.
Like I can feel him.
Not just guess at the emotions swirling his eyes, but actually fucking feel them.
“What the hell’s happening?”
He slides out of me and lowers me to the floor, all traces of his shifter side tucked away. We’re a sticky, sweaty mess, but I can’t focus on anything but the look of horror on Callum’s face.
Horror and awe, according to my chest, and isn’t that a mindfuck?
“I think . . .” He swallows. “I think I gave you a mating bite?”
My mouth opens but no words come out.
A what?
“Ash?” He slides his hands along my jaw. “Say something.”
“I . . .” I shrug, because . . . well . . . “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” He rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck.”