Chapter 27 #2
“Your wound. I just hope it hasn’t hit the femoral artery.”
Not. The metal was too low.
“Maybe I should get back to Paige,” he said.
I wiped water from my face. “I can lick you better.”
My statement lacked any sensuality given the circumstances. Still, a tiny part of me fluttered in response.
“And if I bleed out?” he said.
“I don’t think you will.”
He grabbed the shard.
“Let me help you. Haven is too far away.”
“Who’s fault is that?”
I spat water off to the sides. “Yours for being a stalker.”
He spat too. “If you say so.”
“Really? You want to bicker with a pole in your leg?”
“Hardly a pole.”
I made sure he saw me roll my eyes at him. “Can you pull it out?”
“Yeah.”
I looked up, getting a face full of rainwater.
“I’ll pull it,” he announced before I could say anything. “I’ll move out of this fucking rain.” He sucked in air.
“Can you do that?”
“You can’t lick me in the rain.”
“I can try.”
“Ready?”
Crap. “On the count of three.”
“I’ll count down myself. You be ready.”
Bossy. “Okay.”
Oh, stars. What if he did bleed out? What if he died right here? How would I tell his pack? How would I feel about it?
I took a measured breath, braced for action.
Closing his eyes with a good grip on the metal, Miko yanked the shard from his thigh. His yelp of pain was horrible, but agony didn’t stop him rolling off to the side. His body took out the remains of a chest of drawers before coming to a stop beyond the water.
I hurried over to him, his teeth bared, laid out on his back.
Blood oozed from his wound.
“Okay, I—”
He grabbed the torn area of his cargo pants, tearing it open for my access.
I went straight in, spitting onto it, pressing my mouth to his skin. My head spun with giddy delight as soon as the first drop of him reached my tongue. Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches—a tasty, comforting caress. So hot and delicious, a blood I could drink forever.
Is this how vampires felt feasting on humans?
I licked, my cock firming to painful hardness, my balls a riot of pulsing need. Every cell of my body sparked, unfurling with heated desire, ready for him. Ready for so much more.
My saliva seeped into his wound, the healing magic vibrating against my lips to tell me everything was well. No bleed out, no damage to the femoral artery. A lucky landing.
But I wanted to be thorough.
Repositioning myself to go deeper, I plunged my tongue into his closing hole. Unbearably hard now, horniness beyond quelling, I gave him my all until I collapsed, rolling onto my back beside him.
“Oh my…” I breathed.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his head angled to face me.
I couldn’t meet his gaze with such hardness in my jeans. “How do you feel?”
He didn’t answer.
“Miko?” I turned my head anyway, dizzy from the process.
His eyes held a maelstrom of a sparkling something.
A soft growl, a lick of his lips.
The alpha’s blood lingered on my tongue as I watched him watch me.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I said.
“I’m okay.” Smoky, rich tones wafted over me.
Dizzy from healing, giddy from his blood, body aflame with lust, riding the wave helplessly until my limbs decided to work again.
“We… We should probably move.”
No answer from him.
“In ten minutes…” I added.
His labored breaths mingled with the rushing water mere feet away, the pounding of my heart joined with his once again.
Oh, stars.
My cock hummed with lust, painfully hard, crushed within the confines of my clothing.
“Thank you,” he spoke.
“You’re welcome. I’ll… I’ll be on my feet soon.”
We waited on our backs, the minutes rolling by agonizingly slow. My hardness never softening.
Eventually, I lifted my head, body ready to move. “Okay, I—”
He rolled on top of me. I sank back to the floor, his hands braced either side of my head. Droplets of water fell from his hair, his smolder undoing my entire being.
A growl of such sexual ferocity rumbled through him and into me, pushing me close to climaxing right there and then.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
“Miko…”
His breath was so close, his body pressing into mine. Hardness of his own grinding against me.
By. The. Stars.
Our eyes met, heat rising, energy a delicious crackle like I’d never felt before. A sensation of rightness fell over me, telling me he should be the one up there. The one to make me tingle like this, to get my flesh craving his touch.
“Miko…” I whispered again.
The same growl made my toes curl.
Staring, lingering, time coming to stop, trapped in a bubble of anticipation. What was happening here?
As if set to the same timer, I lifted my lips to his as he bore down on me. We collided, his weight pushing my head back into the wet floor.
He swallowed my gasp, his tongue probing. I let him in, meeting it with mine in a searing frenzy of melding flesh, sparks dancing across our kiss.
I grabbed his head, a small flare of pain in my palms as I dug my fingers into his scalp. He growled with pleasure, making my eyes roll back.
The kiss deepened, roughened into a feast of pure want. He nipped my bottom lip, drawing blood. Sweet and metallic, we shared in the bloody kiss, my hands sliding off his head to rest on his muscular back.
A growl. A harder crush of his lips, my fingers grasping at his wet clothes.
The blood.
The lust.
Another storm rising.
Miko pulled back, releasing a shuddering breath against my face.
He licked traces of my blood from his lips.
I moved my hands back to his head, at a complete loss for words but happy to lose myself in his smoldering gaze, admiring every angle of his face, my crimson mark on his mouth.
A growl, licking my blood from his lips. Understanding passing between us.
“Yes…” I whispered.
He picked me up, spinning me with sickening speed, slamming me into a rickety wardrobe.
“Shit. Are you alright?” he asked, hands on my hips.
I managed to respond with, “Durable. Flexible. Just fuck me.”
He chuckled into my ear, aggressively yanking my pants and underwear past my thighs.
Wow.
Pushing my legs apart, the side of my face pressed against the wooden wardrobe door, I listened to him spit on his cock, the wet sounds of his stroking incredible. He spat again, fingers probing my ass, sliding in a little.
“Yes…” I breathed, scared and hungry for more.
The head of his cock followed, pressing, pressing, pressing. With a growl he burrowed into me. I squeaked, fingers clawing the wardrobe at the burn of pain, the friction too much.
“My God you’re so tight,” he rasped against my throat.
My body adjusted to him, welcoming him, gripping him.
I gasped at his first thrust, nails gouging into the wood.
“You alright?” he husked.
My cock throbbed from his baritone as much as from his shaft striking my sweet spot. I turned my head to meet him in a kiss.
He had my answer.
Second thrust. Third. His rhythm building, his lips on my neck, body pinning me exquisitely to the wardrobe. I tilted my head back, giving him better access to my neck and lifted my right leg, allowing him to go deeper.
I’d never experienced salvia as a lubricant. It wasn’t as slick as my usual tools, coming with much more of a burn, but wonderful just the same. A good kind of bite to it.
Miko’s energy rose by the second, morphing into a pounding. Slamming into me, the wardrobe rocking, my breath caught in my throat at the ferocity.
And I wanted more. Nothing soft, as much fury in his thrusts as he could give me. Responding with encouraging sounds, spreading my ass cheeks wider.
Pressed against the door, my cock rolled back and forth with his rhythm. Balls tight, inching closer to release.
“Make me feel it,” I purred. “I want to feel it.”
Harder, harder, harder. A bite on my neck, sucking on skin, his grip on my hips iron. Going deeper, something breaking and clattering inside the wardrobe as it rocked.
“Harder!” I demanded.
He obeyed, more clattering inside the wardrobe.
Any second now it would break…
“I’m coming,” he whispered. “Fuck…”
I was almost there myself.
Miko growled, hips bucking, unleashing streams of heat into me. The sensation sent me down the final stretch, pulsing ecstasy rushing into my balls, hurtling through my shaft.
“Stars!” I cried, clawing at the wardrobe as I painted it with cum.
And I saw stars, too. He’d sent me to them, taking me on a flight of pure, rapturous pleasure.
He slid out of me, spinning me around, dropping to his knees. Before my brain caught up, he closed his mouth around my hardness, rocking his head back and forth as more cum exploded out of me.
I wailed in delight, body spent, unable to take any more yet never wanting his mouth to leave me.
He stopped and stood back up, kissing me, my blood and semen all over him. I lapped it up, lapped him up, every inch of me throbbing with a mix of ache and ecstasy.
He moved his kiss back to my neck until I yielded to my afterglow, sliding down the wardrobe as a sweaty ball of yum, making sure I hiked my pants up before my backside touched the gross floor.
The alpha joined me, panting. “Fuck.”
Moonlight spilled through a skylight above our heads, spotlighting our bodies.
“What just happened?” I asked.
“I think you know.”
“What happened to me running away?”
“Glad you didn’t get very far.”
Our legs bumped together.
Had we really done this? My cock and ass and everywhere else told me yes.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I lifted my hands, splinters of wood sticking out of my left forefinger and right middle finger.
“Here.” He took hold of my hands with an incredible gentleness, expertly picking out the splinters, bringing my fingers to his mouth. The alpha kissed the sore parts better.
Again, what was going on here? And why was I smiling, enjoying every soft kiss he landed?
Miko’s eyes fell to my open pants, the outline of my cock very visible through the underwear. “What about there?”
“I…”
He released my hands. “Can I check for splinters?”
Slowly, I nodded as I peeled back my boxer shorts.