Chapter VI. The Heart of the Matter #3
“My head was spinning, butterflies raging in my belly.
My fangs had grown long in my gums, my cock so hard it ached, circling once, twice over her honeyed lips.
I held myself poised, watching her tremble, her moan caught in her lungs.
Ten long beats of her heart I teased her, every one sweetest torture.
But at last, I succumbed, sliding home, her talons sinking into the bed, eyes rolling back in her head, so overcome she could barely speak.
My hand came down on her buttock, the sharp crack of skin on skin breaking the silence between us.
Phoebe gasped and arched her spine, throwing back her head.
“‘Ohhhh, Moons, that’s it. Take me, lover.’
“I grasped her hip, feeling her slow surrender, sinking deep and deeper still. Phoebe was sheened with sweat, melting, moaning as my hand quested between her thighs. I moved as she’d bid me, sinking a little deeper with each thrust, fingers brushing soft against her quim, circling as she trembled like a leaf at autumn’s end.
“‘Faster,’ she begged. ‘Goddess, harder.’
“I smacked her again, smiling as she gasped.
My hand slipped into her hair, closing into a fist, pulling her back farther onto me, silken heat now swallowing me utterly.
Our bodies were driftwood in flood, tangling to the hymn of her heartbeat.
Her moans came louder, back bowed and eyes closed and feet rising off the bed.
“‘Ohhh Moons…’
“Fist knotted in her slayerbraids, I dragged her up toward me, my lioness growling, hissing, grinding back against me.
Our fingers were entwined now, writing sonnets between her thighs.
Her head was thrown back, fire-bright tresses spilling in waves between us, wrapping her talons in my hair as her lashes fluttered on her cheeks.
“‘Give it to me,’ she begged. ‘I need it.’
“I growled, hot against her skin. ‘Tell me what you want.’
“‘Bite me. Fuck me. Own me.’
“Her hair was soaked with sweat as I brushed it back from her neck.
Nothing inside me save want as I dipped my teeth toward her surrender.
I moved my hips, slipping slow from her molten heat, leaving her groaning and aching and empty.
Ivory needles brushed against her pulse, that eternal moment before our fall stretching out before us.
Her breath gone ragged, her whole body perfectly stilled, my cock poised at her quim and fangs pressed light on her skin, damnation and salvation awaiting.
“‘Please.’
“‘Groaning, biting, I sank twice inside her, her scream lost beneath the thunder of her heart. Phoebe was adrift in the Kiss, I in the bliss of her blood, my mouth too full of roiling, burning life to cry out as I ended. Instead I swallowed, hilt-deep inside her, both of us entwined so deep we were one, I swear, one in that dark communion. I’ve no notion how long it lasted, the pair of us swaying, swallowing, nothing and no one between us. But that monster behind my eyes was still unsated, bidding me drink, just one more mouthful, just one drop, don’t stop, never STOP.
“‘Stop.’
“My whisper was hoarse, spools of gore dripping from my chin. But I drew back, somehow still its master, sliding from her inferno and crashing on the bed.
“‘Sweet fucking Mothermaid,’ I gasped.
“Phoebe collapsed; not wilting to the furs but crumbling. She lay motionless so long, so quiet, I reached out, brushing one sweat-slick braid back from her blushing cheek.
“‘You aright?’
“‘… N-nae.’
“I frowned then, levering myself up on one elbow, afeared I’d truly hurt her. Phoebe’s face was mashed into the mattress, but I saw her eyes sparkling.
“‘Ye have ruined me for every man hereafter, Silverboy.’
“‘The pleasure was all mine, Kitcat.’
“My chuckle faded as I gazed at her, bloodied and bare and beautiful, my heart swelling at the sight. Hypnotized, I ran a gentle thumb over the inkwork on her skin.
“‘I would that there weren’t. Men for you hereafter, I mean. I would that things were different, Phoebe. For us and all this world.’
“She took my hand and kissed it, careful now of the silver.
“‘Fret on that after amorrow. Right now, my chances of livin’ through the battle are less than slim. I’ll barely be able to walk come the dawn, let alone fight.’
“I laughed again, and she laughed in kind, dragging herself upward and pressing warm lips to mine. I sighed at the taste of her, the feel of her, our kiss deepening as I surged against her as best I could without scorching her to cinders. Phoebe’s tongue flickered against mine, talons skimming light over my skin, down, down.
But she caught her breath as her hand reached my nethers, stirring at once to her touch.
“‘Mothermoons … again? Already?’
“I shrugged, my smile gone wicked. ‘Duskdancer blood.’
“She purred, squeezing me soft. ‘Yer tempting as all nine sins. But if I’m to be good fer anything save dying at dawn, we’d best get to sleep.’
“‘Sleep.’
“Dragging a hand down my face, I sighed again. My body was flush with the heat of Phoebe’s blood, every vein hammering with the strength of ancient mountains.
I could feel that blightborn magik within me, just as I’d felt in the firestorm of Maergenn, rolling onto my back and staring at the hidden heavens beyond.
“‘I fear I’ll not sleep tonight. Not now.’
“‘Well, I must.’ Phoebe was still lazily stroking my cock, now rock-hard and aching in her hand. ‘So get this beautiful beast out of my sight afore I succumb to want and fuck ye all night. Because if I do, we’re dead amorrow.’
“‘Stop playing with it, then.’
“‘Mmn, but I like playing with it.’
“She leaned down, licking me slow from root to swollen crown.
I smacked her arse and she laughed, losing her grip to slap me back.
I kissed her again, brief and sweet; her cheeks and both eyelids, lashes fluttering beneath my lips.
And though it felt like covering up the sun, I dragged the furs up over her naked body, leaving her at last to rest.
“Hauling on my leathers and tunic, I searched the dark for wherever she’d hurled my boots. I couldn’t find one, nor my belt neither, finally abandoning the quest as Phoebe lifted her head and actually snarled at me to let her sleep.
“I smiled at the sight of her, lifting one hand and blowing her a kiss.
“Reaching up to catch it, she mashed her face back into the furs.
“And with a last glance to the bloodied beauty in my bed, I stepped into the dark.”