Chapter 10 Annika
Annika
Ihaven’t felt this rush in…
I can’t remember the last time I felt this.
This uncontrollable excitement.
This insatiable appetite for another person.
My hunger grows as I head to Dagon’s bedroom, not one drop of shame slowing my steps as I navigate the lavishly decorated halls in Cassandra’s mansion.
Last night, we finally crossed the line we’d drawn between us upon arriving here, and now that we have, I want to again.
And again. As many times as I can before the fantasy inevitably shatters.
I slow as I reach his door, my heart sinking a fraction. I’m not na?ve. I know the fantasy will have to end. Dagon isn’t a relationship person, he’s made that very clear. He views love as a weakness. Not that I’m in love with him. I just like him…a lot.
I like the way he speaks, the way he’s adapted to the modern world, the way he loves his hunter brothers.
I like the way his eyes light up when I get something he’s teaching me right.
I like the way he tries not to smile when I say something that amuses him.
I like the way he touches me, like I’m sacred, and I like the way he doesn’t hold back.
He doesn’t treat me like a princess or a prize to be coveted. Doesn’t treat me like I’ll break at any second. Like the powers that have awoken in me will swallow me whole.
I like him.
I want him.
And that’s all it has to be, right?
I take an assuring breath and reach for the doorknob.
The door flies open, and Dagon hauls me inside with one hand and closes the door behind us with another. His mouth is on mine in an instant, lips searing as he brings our bodies flush.
That quickly, I’m dragging my fingers through his hair, tugging it to get him to kiss me deeper, harder.
Dagon draws back, his pupils blown out so there’s only a tiny ring of blue showing. “We have to get training done today,” he practically growls the words. His chest rises and falls as he holds me tight against him.
The scent of his lust hangs in the air, the smell an intoxicating mixture with his own signature smell. It goes straight to my head, making it spin with delight. I don’t know how I’m lucky enough to be the one that excites him after all these years, but I’m not questioning it.
I stick my lip out in a faux-pout. “Do we really?”
Dagon tries not to smile, but his mouth curves up all the same.
I drag my fingers over his chest, moving them lower as I meet his heated gaze. “There’s time,” I say, my voice lowering to a whisper. “The night’s just getting started.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles, dipping to kiss me again. His powerful hands grip my hips, sending a wave of heat down my spine. “You’re going to get me into so much trouble.”
I laugh. “I think you do enough of that on your own,” I fire back, nipping at his bottom lip. “But I’m up for anything you’ve got.”
Dagon cocks a brow. “Anything?”
My heart skips a beat. That look. I could spend an eternity with him looking at me like that and it would never get old.
Wait, an eternity? Girl, calm down.
I chide myself, doing my best to lock up my heart. It’ll do me no good to fall for an unavailable hunter vampire.
Like. I was in like with this gorgeous, infuriating, sex-incarnate vampire. That’s all.
Dagon grazes a knuckle down the line of my jaw, his touch eliciting chills in its wake. “What if I said I wanted to bend you over the balcony railing…” He motions behind him, to the opened double doors of his room. “And fuck you in the moonlight?”
My lips part open, shock and delight rippling through me at his words.
“I…” I’m at a loss for words. Especially as he keeps touching me, his hands roaming possessively, like my body is his to please.
I swallow hard as he dips his head again, bending to kiss my neck, lightly grazing his fangs over my sensitive skin.
I’m liquid.
I’m burning.
My fangs are out and throbbing. I’ve had sex before, but none of my partners have ever made me ache in the ways Dagon makes me ache for him. It’s on another level. I’m not sure if it’s simple chemistry or if it’s our common powers or something more, but I can’t get enough of the sensation.
Of him.
“Or we can—”
I cut him off with a punishing kiss, clinging to the rush pumping through my veins before I can talk myself out of anything. I pull back, grinning at him, showing him my fangs before I head straight for the balcony.
I kick off my shoes, slowly pealing my clothes off as I walk onto the balcony. The night air is humid against my skin, the sound of ocean waves crashing in the distance. From this angle, we’re at zero risk of being spotted, but I can’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thought.
I spin around when I don’t hear Dagon move, my eyebrows raising when I find him statue-still where I left him. His eyes are on me, searing and greedy as he takes me in.
“Were you bluffing?” I ask, my voice sounding as confident as I feel in that moment. How could I not be when he’s looking at me like he’s just caught sight of a goddess worthy of dropping to his knees for?
I shift, leaning back against the cold stone balcony railing. The chill makes my nipples peak.
Dagon is in front of me in a blink. Faster than even my vampire eyes can track. I gasp at the sight as I look up at him—fangs exposed, eyes almost wholly black with need, his dark blond hair glistening in the moonlight.
“I never bluff,” he says, his voice guttural.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask, grabbing at the hem of his shirt and hauling it up and up until he tugs it over his head.
Pants and boxer briefs are next to fall in a pile, and it doesn’t matter that I’ve seen him like this before, I’m still shaken by it.
He’s all smooth skin stretched tight over corded muscle.
Every inch of him is honed for hunting and fucking and God, he’s divine.
I’ve never seen anyone like him. I’m not sure I ever will again.
“Turn around,” he demands.
A hot thrill slices down my center at the demand, and I bite back a smile as I do as I’m told.
“Good girl.” He drags his hands over my back, pushing between my shoulder blades until I’m bent over the railing, just like he wanted. He steps behind me, nudging my feet apart as he grips my hips.
I gasp as he teases his thick length through my heat and leans over me, his chest over my bare back, so that his lips are at the shell of my ear.
“Feel free to be as loud as you want,” he says, his warm breath washing over me. “I want everyone on this island to know exactly who is making you moan.”
I tremble at his words, pushing back to rock against his hard length.
He groans, his hands flexing on my hips as he draws back, kissing his way down my spine before lining us up again. He dips his cock into my aching heat only an inch before pulling out and bending to kiss me again.
I sigh, reaching back for him—
“Hands on the railing,” he says with no room for argument. “Or I’ll start this all over again.”
Fire licks my skin. I put my hands back where they belong.
“So compliant,” he says, and from his tone, I can tell he’s smiling. I want to look back, want to drink that smile in, but I don’t dare move. Not when I want him so badly it hurts. “So different from when I’m trying to teach you how to control your power.”
I blink out of the lusty haze for a moment, breaking and looking at him over my shoulder. “I listen,” I argue, but it’s weak as I catch sight of him behind me. Tall, muscled, and teasing me like the prick he is. God, I want to bite him, and from the look of his fangs, he wants to bite me too.
The idea has me swallowing hard.
“Barely,” he says, emphasizing his argument with a thrust of his cock.
I gasp, my eyes closing as he bottoms out for one delicious second before pulling all the way out again.
“Dagon,” I groan, my grip tightening on the railing. “Please.”
He folds himself over me again, kissing my neck, the shell of my ear.
I turn, capturing his mouth while I rock back against him, desperate to get him inside me.
I feel his muscles clench, and I can’t stop my smile from spreading.
He wants me too. I mean, clearly he does, but he’s torturing himself right alongside me, which makes me feel…
Too much.
It makes me feel way too much for this hunter.
“Annika,” he says my name like a warning.
I like it.
I want to push his boundaries.
I roll my hips again, and this time his cock slips in an inch. I push back, taking him in deeper, only to pull up and lose him again.
A low growl rumbles from his chest as he grips my hips tighter.
“Not as fun when it’s turned around on you?” I ask.
He smiles down at me, and it’s breathtaking. “Little tease,” he says before kissing me hard and quick. “You’ll pay for that.”
Dagon shifts my hair off my back, gently gripping my neck as he draws back, his other hand on my hip as he drives into me from behind. No more teasing. No more toying. Just him.
Over and over again.
I hold onto the railing, seeing stars as he pumps into me, his hard length making me liquid as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me.
No one has ever wound me up like him.
No one has ever worked me up so damn much.
I’m nothing but sensation, all sparks and building pleasure as he takes complete control of my body. It’s freeing. Exhilarating. Mind bending.
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal abandon, until we’re in this perfect synchronicity that has me stretching so tight I feel like I might break.
“Dagon,” I moan his name. Not a whisper, not quietly. It’s loud and raw and real. “God, you feel so good.”
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, upping his pace. “So goddamn beautiful.”
I whimper as he bottoms out again, the pain-laced pleasure sending starlight bolting over my skin as my orgasm rises to the cusp—
He slows down a fraction, his movements cautious, almost like he’s afraid he hurt me.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I gasp.
“Fuck,” he groans, returning to the punishing pace he’d kept before.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Dagon, yes. I’m coming.”