Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
VIVI
The tip of his tail is inside me.
It’s thick. Softer than I expected. And it keeps twirling.
When he shushed me and told me that he’s never done this before, I… I didn’t know how to respond.
What does that even mean? I wonder, not for the first time.
He’s never put his tail inside another woman?
I find that hard to believe, given how amazing it feels between my legs. He keeps stroking my G-spot, making my body burn for more. All while I’m shivering because holy fuck, there’s a tail inside me.
This… this isn’t natural.
Which is obvious. He’s not human. He’s a Strigoi.
And he has me in his lap… with a fork poised at my mouth.
The way his irises are flickering between obsidian and crimson tells me he’s losing his patience—something he just warned me to stop testing.
God, this is insane. I’m not even hungry. But I open my mouth anyway because what the fuck else am I supposed to do?
He knew I was coming.
He knows about my research.
He wanted me here.
Those realizations all hit me within the last few minutes, my reality spinning wildly out of control.
I should be screaming. Demanding that he let me go. But instead, I’m chewing on… broccoli.
Ugh. I loathe broccoli. It’s, like, the worst vegetable in existence, and I’m pretty sure my expression shows my feelings on the topic because he frowns.
“Have I harmed you?” he asks, his tail ceasing all movement inside me.
The unexpected question almost makes me choke on the food.
This monster is confusing. He demands that I obey him, basically forces himself inside me without requesting consent, yet pauses to express concern about my well-being. How am I supposed to react to that?
“I don’t like broccoli,” I admit after forcing myself to swallow. “Actually, I despise it.”
Frown lines mar his brow. “I see.” He releases my chin and wraps his arm around me again to pull me more firmly against him.
Which causes his tail to go deeper.
And makes me shudder in response.
Because oh. My. God.
I’m pretty sure eight inches of him are inside me now, which is a lot longer and thicker than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
I feel so full I could explode.
I should hate him. Hate this. But I haven’t even tried to make him stop.
My obsession with this creature has clearly rendered me insane.
Can I truly be upset, though?
Especially when he can move like that…?
My eyes roll back in my head as that triangle tip flares again, stretching me inside in a way I’ve never experienced before. Definitely not a common sensation. At least, not for me.
But wow. I… I don’t think I mind this. Even though I should. And I—
“What about pasta?” he asks, his voice low and near my ear.
At some point in the last minute, I curled myself into his chest and pressed my face against his neck. I didn’t even realize it, too lost to the pleasure ripping through my insides.
Or maybe he compelled me.
I can be upset about that potential reason later.
Because right now, all I care about is the warmth pooling in my belly. He’s going to make me come.
“I…” I swallow, unable to focus on what he’s asked or anything other than the heat growing inside me. It’s being stoked by the pressure against my G-spot. And the… the thickness of his appendage… it’s… Oh God…
Everything goes dark, then bright, and my world detonates in a cloud of euphoria that threatens to annihilate me.
It’s intense.
It’s unworldly.
It’s insanity.
The Strigoi King releases a low rumbling growl that has me shuddering against him as his tail continues to move inside me. My grasp on reality shifts, my mind seeming to blank entirely. I have no idea where I am. Who I am. What I’m doing.
Just feeling.
Hearing.
Breathing.
The growing pressure inside me that makes me see stars, his tail doing something I can’t define. I know it’s swirling. But it’s getting impossibly bigger. That triangle tip… He’s still stretching me. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to be bruised later as a result.
But then the sensation lessens, and his presence disappears from between my legs.
A whimper escapes me, the needy sound one I don’t think I’ve ever made before. Given that I’ve never done anything like this before either, I shouldn’t be surprised or embarrassed, yet warmth crawls up my neck regardless.
I’m a mess, I think, bewildered by the last… God, has it even been thirty minutes?
None of this is what I anticipated from this meeting. Though, I’m not sure what I truly expected. All my plans ended with finding the vampire and confirming he exists.
A myriad of consequences rolled through my mind, but none of them could thwart my desire to locate this male.
Including the potential consequence of death.
Which I guess makes me suicidal.
But I had to know the truth. It was like a compulsion that dictated the meaning of life.
“Mmm, you taste even better than you smell, pet,” King Negru says, his low, heated words drawing me back just enough to look up at him.
The tip of his tail is against his lips.
The tip that was just inside me.
My thighs clench in response, the very real visual nearly sending me spiraling again.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
His eyes meet mine, and I swear I see a ghost of a smile cross his features, but then his stoic mask returns. “If you don’t eat, I will hurt you. And that’s unacceptable to me.”
I blink, his tone harsh and utterly unexpected. “Are you threatening me?”
He stares at me, his brow furrowing a bit. “Yes, I’m a threat to you. That’s why I need you energized. So stop disobeying me and eat.”
“I’m not disobeying,” I tell him. “I’m overwhelmed.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “How very human of you.”
“Because I’m a human,” I snap back, starting to feel more like myself again. Whatever that even means.
I’m bewildered. I’m excited. I’m thoroughly pleased. And…Ugh! I cannot believe I just let him do that to me.
Using my hands on his shoulders, I push myself upright. It does little to restore my dignity since I’m straddling his lap with my dress bunched around my hips—thanks to his tail—and completely exposed.
However, I ignore that and force myself to meet his burning gaze. “You know about my research.” It’s not a question but a statement. “You know who I am.”
His jaw ticks. “This is a boring conversation. Either eat or I’ll move on to fucking you.”
I narrow my gaze. “I haven’t consented to that.”
Or to you putting your tail between my legs, I think.
Though, I don’t add that part out loud since the evidence of my enjoyment is still glistening near his mouth.
“Kings don’t require consent.”
“Of course they don’t,” I mutter. “So you’re going to compel me?”
He cants his head as his tail trails up my leg again. “I think I just proved that compulsion isn’t required to ensure your compliance, pet.”
I try to move, to close my thighs, to do something to stop him, but his arm is steel against my back again as his triangle tip finds my entrance and pushes inside.
A startled gasp escapes me at the intrusion, because he’s instantly stretching me again, and I swear he’s forcing me to take even more than before. “That burns,” I hiss at him, trying futilely to escape his hold.
But he drags me closer until his mouth is hovering against mine. “Stop squirming,” he demands. “I already warned you once that I’m new to this, and I will be most displeased if you make me hurt you.”
“I’m not making you do anything,” I grind out, my eyes threatening to close at the sensations ripping through my body.
God, I hate how good that feels.
It’s hot. It’s rhythmic. It’s so fulfilling.
“You’re… you’re making me…” I can’t finish the statement, my heart pounding too loud for me to hear. “Please…” I’m not sure if I want him to stop or keep going.
It’s too much.
He’s putting too much inside me.
Expanding me too severely.
His lips brush mine as he whispers something I can’t hear over the thudding in my ears. Then I feel air in my mouth, like he’s forcing me to inhale every part of him.
Instinctually, I do exactly that, his calming lavender scent filling my senses and lulling me into a state of utter confusion.
I’m in pain. Yet I’m… I’m elated.
I’m soothed.
I’m writhing with heat.
I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but it’s shattering my hold on reality.
And, abruptly, I’m flying.
Except his wings are still tucked at his back and we’re seated in the chair. It’s just the perception of being in flight that I’m experiencing.
Because I’m climaxing again.
It shouldn’t be possible.
I’ve never been able to come like this.
Holy wow…
I black out. Or I think I do. I’m… I’m not really sure.
But suddenly my back is against something hard, and I’m staring up at the ceiling.
And King Negru… he’s… he’s… I squint, my head barely lifting off of whatever I’m lying on—the table, maybe?—to see his dark head disappearing between my thighs.
There are dishes everywhere. Food. Shattered glass.
Definitely still in the dining room.
What is he…?
My lips part as something velvety strokes between my folds. Something wet. Something distinctly like… a tongue.
When his mouth seals around my clit and sucks, I buck upward, the wooden surface beneath me allowing me to glide with ease.
Until his palm pushes me back down.
“No moving,” he growls, the vibration of those words traveling through my nerve endings and setting me on fire. “I want to do this properly, pet.”
Everything he’s saying, everything he’s doing… it’s…
Oh, hell.
I’m done thinking.
I’m done trying to process what’s happening to me.
I walked into a monster’s home to find out if he existed. Now I know the truth. And it’s time to face the consequences of my choices.
If he wants to devour me like he claimed, then I’m helpless to stop him. I may as well—
A scream leaves my mouth as something sharp pierces my intimate flesh.
His fangs, I realize, suddenly on fire inside and out.
His hand holds me down as he… as he swallows.
Garbled sounds escape me as the world shifts in and out of focus.
It burns.
But a strange sort of euphoria chases the scorching flames, a rapture that has me gasping for air as I claw through a sea of intense oblivion.
It’s like an orgasm, only harsher and all-consuming.
Now I’m not just flying—I’m soaring. Into space. Into another orbit of existence.
I think I say his name. I may even cry for him to stop. I… I don’t know. I can’t…
Darkness pulls at me, my limbs going cold.
He’s killing me, I realize. Drinking from between my thighs… driving me into a rapturous universe… only to drown me in death.
Tears track down my cheeks, the sensation resembling ice.
I’m not sad. I’m… I’m something else entirely. Accepting? Disappointed? Longing for more? It’s impossible to decide.
Nothing makes sense here.
Yet everything feels strangely right.
His growls are all I hear now.
The exquisite agony of his bite is all I feel.
And a starless sky… is all… I see.