Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Claire
“Iknow what happens if we keep going.” I pull him back down.
He groans against my mouth.
I’m lying on the plush rug in front of a huge fireplace, the Vampire King above me, and this has got to be the hottest moment of my life.
I’ve been kissed before. I’ve had boyfriends and I’m not a virgin, but nothing has ever felt like this.
All of those past encounters in my life felt like pretend until this moment.
His mouth on mine. His body pressing me into the soft rug.
The heat from the fire warming my bare legs where his shirt has ridden up.
Just kissing him makes me so wet I can feel the slickness between my thighs, my body preparing for him. Every nerve ending is alive. Every place he touches burns.
And we’re still just kissing.
Can a girl die from making out? Because I might be the first. It’s also super sexy that he literally saved me from that sudden blizzard and carried me back in his arms. I was trying to make it to the bus stop before the storm hit, but that was obviously the worst idea in the world.
And now I know that he truly loves me. This isn’t an affair, it really is a marriage proposal. I had no idea I was ready for something so serious, as well as becoming a parent already, but I am. I really am. With this man. “Nikolai,” I gasp against his lips. “Please. I need—”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You. I want you inside of me.” I reach for the buttons of his shirt. “Let me see you,” I whisper. “All of you.”
“You want me to claim you?”
“Yes. Right here, on this rug in front of the fireplace.”
He lets me undress him. Button by button, revealing pale skin over hard muscle. I push the shirt off his shoulders and take a moment to just look at my soon to be husband.
I study him like it’s my life’s work.
He’s beautiful. Not in a soft way — in a dangerous way.
Broad shoulders, defined chest, a trail of dark hair leading down his stomach to where it disappears beneath his waistband.
The firelight casts shadows across the planes of his perfect, lanky body, turning him into something otherworldly. A dark prince from a fairy tale.
This poster did not do him justice. I run my hands across his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. His skin is cool at first but warms quickly under my palms. I trace the ridges of his abs and he sucks in a breath when I trail down to the cut of his hips.
My hands drop to his belt and I fumble with the buckle, my fingers clumsy with need. He helps me, shoving his pants down and kicking them away.
Oh my.
He’s intimidatingly large. Cum leaks from the slit at the crown. All that thick length, just for me?
I wrap my hand around him and he hisses, his hips jerking forward. “Claire—”
“You’re so hard.” I stroke him slowly, marveling at the size of him and the way he throbs in my grip. My fingers can’t even meet around his girth. “And big. You’re really big.”
“We’ll go slowly,” he manages, his voice strained. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
“Is it going to fit?”
He lets out a rough laugh. “I’ll make it fit.”
I keep stroking him, watching his face. His jaw is clenched, his fangs fully extended, his eyes dark with need. More moisture appears at the tip and I swipe my thumb across it.
He groans like I’ve wounded him. “My turn,” he rasps.
His fingers go to the buttons of the shirt I’m wearing and he undoes them slowly. When the last button is free, he pushes the fabric aside and just... stares. “Claire. You’re beautiful.”
I want to make a joke, deflect. I’m pear shaped and my hips and legs are a little too thick.
My torso and breasts have always been my best feature.
But I’ve never been great at taking compliments about my body.
But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen, steals every word from my brain.
He pulls the shirt off completely and I’m bare before him.
His eyes roam over me, taking in every inch, and I watch his fangs extend even further.
I didn’t know they could do that. He kisses down my throat and collarbone and then he reaches my breasts.
And then his mouth closes over a nipple.
Oh god. His tongue is cool at first, then warm as he licks and sucks.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
My hands fly to his hair, gripping tight. “More,” I beg.
He gives me more, sucks harder, his cheeks hollowing, and then his teeth graze my nipple — carefully, so carefully, avoiding his fangs — and I nearly come right there.
He switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, licking and sucking.
Rolling the other nipple between his fingers so neither feels neglected.
I’m making sounds I’ve never made before, whimpering and gasping…possibly dying from how good it all feels.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop and looks at me, his lips swollen, eyes blazing. “I want to taste you,” he says.
Oh wow. Good thing I recently gave my pussy a good trim.
He kisses down my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs, and then his mouth is on me.
I cry out at the first touch of his tongue on my swollen clit. He licks up my slit, slow and thorough, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan. Then he settles again on my clit and focuses there, and dear god, his tongue should be illegal. “Nikolai—”
He growls against me and the vibration makes me cry out louder.
My hips lift off the rug, grinding against his mouth, seeking more. He gives it to me. His tongue works my clit relentlessly while one long finger slides inside me, then two, stretching me, preparing me for what’s coming.
I can hear the swishing sounds of my own moisture. It should be embarrassing. It’s not. “More,” I beg. “Please, more—”
He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars, and sucks hard on my clit at the same time.
An almost painful orgasm crashes through me. I grip the rug so hard I might tear it. The pleasure races down my body. My thighs clamp around his head. He works me through it, gentling only when I start to come down.
When he lifts his head, his lips are wet and his eyes are glowing faintly red. He uses the back of his hand to wipe my moisture from his face. “You taste incredible,” he says. “I could do that for hours.”
“Later,” I manage, still shaking. “Right now I need you inside me.”
Nikolai moves up my body, settling over me.
I can feel him, hard and ready, pressed against my thigh.
The size of him is intimidating, but I want all of it.
He positions his crown at my entrance, the tip pressing against me.
I can feel how big he is, how much my body is going to have to stretch to take him.
“You remember what this means,” he says. “You’ll conceive tonight. And I will bite your throat and drink your blood. There will be a scar, which means you’ll bear my mark, my claim.”
“I remember.” I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him closer. “I want this. I want you.”
He pushes inside slowly.
I gasp at the stretch. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with and my body needs time to adjust. It burns a little, that delicious ache of being filled completely.
“Okay?” he grits out, holding himself perfectly still. I can see the strain in his jaw, the effort it’s taking not to move. He’s trembling with the need to thrust, but he’s waiting for me.
“More than okay.” I grip his shoulders. “Keep going.”
He sinks deeper, inch by inch, giving me time. It takes a while for him to feed that length into me with care. The fullness is overwhelming. When he’s finally all the way in, we both moan.
He starts to move. Slow at first, sliding in and out. Every movement hits something deep, touching places inside me I didn’t know existed.
“Faster,” I gasp.
He obliges, his control starting to slip.
I love it. I love watching the careful king come undone, his composure cracking, his true nature showing through.
He’s not gentle anymore. I wrap my legs tighter around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The slap of our bodies coming together fills the room, mixing with the crackle of the fire and our harsh breathing.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, like that, don’t stop—” Another orgasm is building, bigger than the first.
He groans, a sound of pure need. His mouth drops to my neck and I feel his tongue drag across my skin. The sensation is strange, a tingling warmth that spreads from the spot he licked.
“This will make it easier,” he murmurs against my throat. “You won’t feel pain.”
“I trust you.”
He thrusts that huge cock deeper.
And then his fangs sink into my throat.
There’s a flash of pressure — not pain, the numbing took care of that — and then overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure. It crashes through me in waves as he drinks from me.
At the same moment, my own orgasm tears through me, going on and on as he feeds and thrusts and fills me with his seed. Hard, clenching contractions sweep out across my stomach and all the way down to my toes. My core clamps down around his cock, and he groans against my throat, drinking deeper.
I can feel his release flooding into me. He jets into me again and again, more than I thought possible, and I take all of it. It’s already leaking down the inside of my thighs, and he’s still coming, still spilling, still filling me up.
I can feel him feeding on me, actually ingesting my blood. It should be terrifying but instead it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. We’re not two separate people anymore. We’re becoming one whole.
And then something strange happens.
My gums ache. My teeth tingle. I feel my canines.
.. sharpen? Instinct takes over and I grab his head and wrench it to the side and sink my teeth into his throat.
I’m not able to penetrate in the same way as Nikolai, but I am able to cause a bit of a scratch so that his blood drips onto my lips and tongue.
He tastes amazing.
He lets go of my throat and roars, throws his head back and lets out a mighty roar of pleasure. His hips jerking, another hot rush of seed spilling into me.
I lick the small wound on his throat, gathering every drop as it wells up, and he shudders above me.
When I finally release him, we’re both sweaty and completely wrecked. “Did I just...” I touch my teeth. They’re normal again. Blunt. Human. “Did I bite you?”
“You claimed me back.” He sounds awed. “You marked me.”
“Is that normal?”
“No.” He grins down at me like I’ve given him the world. “But apparently you’re not a normal human.”