Chapter 11 #2
“You… sleep in a coffin?” I find my cheeks pulling back into a faint smile.
“Are you bothered by that, sweetheart?” Xander’s voice brushes the outskirts of my ear and I flinch at how he’s suddenly appeared by my side, watching me closely. But the look in his eyes isn't of worry or doubt but of heat and desire. His own lips are pulled back into a cunning grin.
I shake my head. “Is it a vampire thing?”
His grin widens. “What if it’s a ‘me’ thing?”
My heart flutters. Could this man get any more delightful? “I think it’s just right.”
Wrapping his arms around my waist, Xander steps against my back, pressing his hard length against me and leans down to speak, “What if I were to lock you inside my coffin all night? No way to escape me. No one would hear you scream.”
I shiver and more heat pools in my stomach. Just the idea of Xander taking me into his coffin and hiding me away with him has my entire body lighting up with desire. “Please.”
His fingers pick at the hem of my shirt. “I want you naked first. I want to see every inch of my mate.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my face heats and I know he can see my blush reddening my ears. And I comply.
My own fingers mesh with his as I pull my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor, and watch as Xander’s large hands drift up my ticklish stomach and caresses my chest. I’m nowhere near as muscular as he is, but whatever he feels has him groaning into my ears.
I gasp as his fingers pinch my soft nipples, drawing blood to rush to the area and making them flicker with sensitivity.
Xander’s nose brushes against the top of my head as he sucks in a breath. “Fuck.”
I whimper and writhe against him as he tugs and twists at my responsive buds, until they are tingly and warm, making my body quiver with anticipation. No one has ever touched me like this before. Sure, I’ve had sex. But a blow job here or there was as far as foreplay went.
The way Xander is touching me has my mind splitting. The touch of his skin against mine, the way he breathes in my scent with every breath against my scalp, and the constant vibrations of his growl, has me realizing he’s not just touching me but mapping me. Learning my body.
That thought has a wanton moan slipping from my lips, “Xan, please… more.”
My nipples are now bright red peaks amongst my pale chest, and the sight alone has me leaking in my underwear.
“Take the rest off for me, little mate. I want everything,” Xander purrs, and I shiver.
Unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my thighs, I let them fall to my feet. My underwear is tented with my erection and a dark patch blooms across the material. I whimper and reach for my aching dick.
But before I can reach myself, Xander is pulling my hands away, holding them behind my back at the wrist with a tight grip.
“Look at how wet you are. Do you need something?” His voice is filled with a smile, and I bite my bottom lip, eagerly nodding my head. “Use your words, sweetheart. Let me hear how badly you need relief.”
“I-I need…” I can hardly form words as my hips jerk forward in desperation. “I need you to touch me. Take away the pressure, please, Xander.”
Trailing kisses and soft bites down my neck, Xander reaches the junction of my shoulder. “Good boy. Now take them off too.”
I quickly obey, thumbing the waistband and ripping my underwear away. I kick the material, sending it halfway across the room. Good riddance!
But then the cool air of the room meets my heated skin, and I hiss. “Xander!” I cry out.
“I’ve got you, little mate.”
It’s the last thing he says before he’s wrapping his hand around my dick, completely encasing it in his palm while he sinks his fangs into my shoulder.
Unlike the first time, when his bite sent a sharp bolt of pain through me, this time Xander draws more blood, and the pleasure that follows feels almost inhuman.
My breath stutters as every drop of tension releases itself from my body and I lean back against Xander whose steady hold on me keeps me from falling. A soft pulse of heat unfurls in my chest as Xander’s tongue lavishes my skin, drinking more of me with audible gulps.
Every doubt, worry and fear ebbs away until I feel like I'm floating. Weightless. Heated tingles spread through my limbs as Xander’s hand pumps my dick.
Up and down, up and down. It’s rhythmic and familiar.
But the pleasure within me soars to new heights as arousal zings up my spine, filling my chest, my arms, my legs with pure light and I'm thrusting into Xander’s hand.
My lust peaks as I scream silently, feeling the way Xander pushes his teeth deeper into me, coaxing more heat to soar through my body. It’s like ecstasy. Vampire ecstasy.
“XAN, FUCK!” I only hear my voice, yet I can't feel my face as my balls draw in tight, my dick pulses, and I'm falling over the edge as every muscle within me tenses and I come.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I've released something inside of me, besides draining my balls.
My mind is quiet, my soul is calm, and I can feel my connection with Xander is stronger than ever.
His teeth still sink beneath my skin but my blood now rests inside him.
“I’m yours,” I promise.
Drawing from my skin, Xander tentatively licks at the site, the hot pad of his tongue lapping at my skin, and I shiver, my eyes falling closed as I simply let him hold me.
“My sweet, little mate.” He kisses my jaw. “I will cherish you for eternity.”
I smile shyly.
Xander carefully releases my dick and grasps my waist. I gasp at the sudden movement as he scoops me up from under my knees and steps over the shallow puddle of cum on the floor. I grin smugly to myself.
“We aren’t finished yet. This isn’t even close to the beginning.” Xander’s voice rumbles through me.
I peel my heavy lids open to find him looking down at me with such warmth that it has my stomach fluttering.
Without another word he sets me down, into the soft confines of his coffin, the sheets and bedding as soft as clouds against my skin, and I watch breathlessly as Xander peels away his tattered shirt.
Still covered in blood, his skin is marred with crimson, highlighting his muscles in a way that, to most, would be unsightly, but the color only has my pulse soaring. Like a true monster, he’s now bathed in the essence that keeps him alive.
Ripping away his pants and kicking his boots off, Xander stands before me in his glory. With a cock thrice the size of mine and girthy enough to have my eyes watering at the sight, I lay back and spread my legs. A silent invitation.
“Show me how you’d cherish me.” I wiggle my brows, loving the way his muscles tense under my gaze.
His fist wraps around his length, and he gives himself a few short tugs. With his hairless chest marred in blood and his stomach wound now a faint scar, the rest of his body looks ethereal against the soft orange glow of light leaking in from the hallway.
Xander watches me watch him, his grin deepens, and he tilts his head in a way a predator would when sizing up its prey.
“Do you like watching me, little mate?”
His voice drips over me like honey and I shiver, biting my lip but nodding, unable to take my eyes away from the sight of him tugging on his thick cock.
“Good. Because I don't want you taking your eyes off me for a second,” Xander purrs and sinks to his knees. His thighs rest at mine, holding my legs open, his cock only inches from my own length. The size comparison with him now this close has my lips parting in a silent groan. He’s huge compared to me.
With a deep red tip, and tanned velvety looking skin, it shadows my pale dick in comparison.
“You’re beautiful,” Xander whispers, “Let me taste you.”
I nod eagerly and watch with a held breath as Xander leans over and tentatively licks the end of my dick. I jump at the sensation, causing him to chuckle and take hold of my hips, grounding me against the softness of his coffin.
“Steady, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to cut you.”
My heart skyrockets at the thought of his fangs so close to my sensitive skin, and a sheen of heat runs through me. “But what if I want you to?”
Xander pauses, his lips spread open, ready to take my length, but he looks up at me instead. His chrome eyes flash. “You’d let me bite you, even down here?”
I whine, threading my fingers into his hair and giving them a slight tug, showing him how much I need it. “Please. I want you to mark me everywhere. Show the world I’m yours.”
The air surrounding us thickens with heat and a low, animalistic growl vibrates the coffin. “Fuck. You’re perfect. And all mine.”
Instead of swallowing me up, Xander peppers sweet kisses across my crown and down my dick until he reaches my balls, where he gently bites the supple flesh. His fangs lightly scraping my skin has my toes curling and tingles spreading through my body.
Such sharp, dangerous weapons close to my manhood should have me softening and screaming for help, but instead I'm throwing my head back letting out a slutty moan. “More, more, more.”
Then I feel it. The sharp scratch of his teeth against my inner thigh, right where it meets my aching dick. For a moment his breath is hot on my skin, like a dusting of sunlight, but Xander strikes without warning.
A bolt of electricity shocks through my entire body, and I scream. My dick jumps to attention and my balls draw up, threatening to come again. But Xander is quick to pull away, barely taking a mouthful of blood.
We both watch as the four holes of his attack gently drip tiny speckles of blood before he’s turning to my other thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder and nuzzling the back of my knee, drinking in my scent.
With a groan, Xander strikes again, and my body tips to the very edge. Tears prickle my eyes but the tsunami of euphoria that flows through my veins, through my core, has me moaning for more.