Chapter 16 #2
She tilts her head for me, and I press my mouth there, licking her skin.
I hate the taste of her sweat and smell of her fake floral perfume, but under it all is her desire, and it soaks into me.
The human in my arms moans, pressing her hands to my chest and then lower, fondling my soft cock through my trousers.
I grip them and place them back to my chest. She slides them into my shirt, caressing my skin as she rubs against me, one leg thrown over mine so I can smell her need.
I hate it, but my powers do not care about that.
For some reason, my eyes meet Elara’s.
I keep them on her as my mouth slides down the woman’s neck. I pretend she’s Elara and her touch, which doesn’t revolt me, as the human moans in my arms, running her hand greedily down my body. Her desire grows as Elara watches me.
Something flashes in her eyes.
I startle when the human rips my shirt open and presses her mouth to my chest, rubbing against me harder. “I want you so much,” she begs. “Fuck me here.”
“Stop,” I demand, trying to push her away as she goes to unbuckle my trousers. Panic courses through me for a moment, and then she’s dragged back with a gasp of pain. Her eyes are blown wide as Elara presses against the woman’s back.
She fists the woman’s hair and drags her from me. “Enough,” Elara warns as she shoves her from the booth. “Go.”
The human female wobbles on her heels, then she goes to argue before another male bumps into her, and she latches onto him, desperate for pleasure no matter who it’s from.
Leaning back, I wipe my neck and frown at my ripped shirt. “I still need to feed,” I grumble, but I make no move to summon anyone else.
I grab the alcohol and down more, trying to replace the taste of the human, when it’s snatched from my hand. Elara downs some and then puts it on the table before moving closer.
“Then feed,” Elara says as she straddles me. “Corbin, Luan, watch our backs.”
“Elara . . .” I don’t move, even as my cock hardens, desperate to be buried in the heat I feel through our clothes. My powers roar inside me, scrambling to invade her and feed with such ferocity, it shocks me. “I will not do that to you. I can handle this.”
Her eyes sweep over my face, and I watch her swallow, her throat working.
I have to fist my hands to stop myself from reaching for her and burying my teeth in her neck to feel the movement.
“But I can’t.” Her words bring my eyes back to her.
“I don’t want to see you touch someone else.
Stop trying to be so damn good and take what I’m offering. ”
I should refuse, since she can’t even bring herself to feed on pleasure, yet she’s offering. I don’t want to upset her or regret it, but she raises her eyebrows, waiting. Sighing, she leans in and licks the seam of my lips. “Stop thinking so much and feed, Ami.”
Shivering, I reach out and grip her cheeks as I slant my mouth over hers. She moans, a sweet, addictive sound, her mouth opening for me, and I tangle my tongue with hers. My desire is so strong, I didn’t realise I can taste hers until I pull back.
She wants me.
She’s panting, her eyes are narrowed, and her skin is flushed. Her powers hit mine, feeding from me as I feed from her. “Are you sure?” I ask breathlessly.
“Stop fucking talking,” she mutters before she kisses me again.
Groaning into her mouth, I drag my hand down her shoulder and then her chest, feeling her shiver against me as I slide it into her pants.
I stop just in case, but she tilts her hips to give me better access.
I can’t hold back. I need to feast on her pleasure.
Sliding my fingers into her panties, I stroke her soft, wet pussy, swallowing her gasp of pleasure as I part her folds and rub her swollen clit. She jerks on my lap, moving closer as she grips my shoulder, her other hand tangling in my hair as she tilts my head back, deepening the kiss.
I give her control, allowing her to take her pleasure, knowing she needs it. When I slide my fingers inside her wet channel, she stiffens, so I wait, and she kisses me again, relaxing, her desire growing. I press them deeper inside her as our kiss breaks.
Both of us are panting, and her tight cunt grips my fingers greedily. Her pleasure flows down my hand and into my skin, letting me feel her strength and need. I feel my own powers growing from how strong hers are, and I feel better than ever before.
Reaching back, she grips the table as she rolls her body, riding my fingers. Our eyes remain locked together as she uses me, chasing her release. I sit still, letting her. I dart my tongue out to taste her on my lips, wishing it were her cunt, but I won’t push her.
I will only take what she offers, nothing more.
I know how it feels to be used like she was, and I would never do that to her, but all I see in her eyes is lust. She drips across me, her channel fluttering as I watch her.
“Look how beautiful you are,” I praise, and she startles, her desire amplifying, so I keep talking.
“I’ve not gotten hard in years, but one kiss and I’m ready to burst in my trousers.
You look like a goddess claiming what’s yours.
Don’t stop. I don’t care who’s watching.
I need to feel you come. I need to see it. ”
Her eyelashes flutter as she tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her neck, and I lean forward and lick up it, tasting her exquisite skin.
My mouth brushes her ear as she groans. “You taste like sex and wildness. Does your cunt taste like that too? I want to find out. I want it dripping down my fucking face like the nectar of the gods. One chance, Elara, and I would have you on your back on this table with my mouth on your pussy until they had to throw us out.”
“Ami.” She slides her hand down my back and tugs me closer as her hips roll faster. I add a third finger, stretching her, and she tilts her hips so when she grinds into me, she rubs her clit too, and her moan of pleasure undoes me.
It’s drowned out by the music, but I hear it. It’s just for me, and it makes me crazy.
“Fuck, keep making that noise. I’m close,” I growl.
I’m feeding, but it’s a natural instinct.
My desire is so strong, my cock pulses behind my trousers.
It hurts, yet I can’t stop myself from rolling my hips, wishing I were thrusting into her.
“I want to feel you come, Elara. Can you come for me?” I whisper.
Her head lifts and her eyes meet mine as we both pant, locked together. Power flows back and forth between us. The world outside of us doesn’t exist, only our pleasure and need.
We are two broken souls finding solace in each other.
The world has turned on us, hurt and used us, but we take back our power, and as she reaches her crest, I know she understands that.
She reclaims her body, her pleasure, and truth as she comes, clenching down on my fingers. The explosion triggers my own release until I’m groaning, spilling in my trousers.
We lean together, breathing through it, and when I meet her gaze, I see a tear roll down her cheek. I kiss it away, and she smiles.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I ask, frowning.
“For wanting me, for not caring that I’m broken, and for not taking more than I was willing to give,” she replies.
“Never,” I murmur. “Besides, we’re both broken, remember?”
“Maybe not as much as before.” She leans in and kisses me softly. “Thank you, Ami.”
When she leans back, I nod, words caught in my throat. I never thought I’d let anyone close, never thought I could trust or want someone, but she’s here to prove me wrong.
“Well, you set off an orgy.” Corbin chuckles, and we glance around to see the entire club fucking. Looking back at each other, we can’t help but laugh.
She’s going to be okay, and if she can be, then so can I.