Chapter 11 #3
Bite after bite, Xander devours me. My thighs, my stomach and chest are now covered with his love. His marks. It’s beautiful and I can't stop looking at the way my skin blooms with unique pinks and reds.
“I need you, sweetheart. I want to be deep inside of you. I need to feel you from the inside.”
I moan, feeling burning tears run down my cheeks as my hands glide across his bloody chest. “Please. Please, Xander. Fuck me. Make me yours inside and out. I want to be filled by you.”
Xander hisses and swallows my length in one fell swoop, sucking me into the back of his throat and licking the underside of my balls. “Oh, god!”
He groans, drawing precum from my slit and tongues instead. My dick is so sensitive I'm thrashing beneath him, desperate for release, only for Xander to pull away. “There’s no God here, sweetheart. Just demons from hell.”
I can only whimper, my mind going numb as my body lights itself on fire. “I-I need…” I lose my breath.
“I know, little mate.” Xander pushes my legs back to my chest until I bend in half, exposing my puckered hole to him.
With his other hand, he reaches into the cabinet beside his coffin and pulls out a bottle of lube, uncapping it with his teeth and dripping a healthy amount onto my hole. It’s icy compared to my skin and I gasp, my knees threatening to collapse as I hold my legs back.
“Xander…” I whine, my own voice unrecognizable. “It’s cold.”
Chuckling, he spreads the lubricant around my rim, testing the tightness of my skin with the tip of his finger. I bare down and suck his digit in, desperate to have him inside of me. My body is aching to be filled with his heated cock.
Xander’s finger is bigger than mine, bigger than anyone else's I've ever had, and one already satiates the burn inside of me. But as he carefully pumps in and out of my hole, the need for more quickly returns. I whimper, clamping my muscles around his finger, unable to get the words out.
But he answers my need. Sliding not one but two more fingers into me until I gasp.
The stretch is satisfying and the thickness of all three digits has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
My body relaxes as Xander massages my inner walls and my mind melts.
Until the tip of his index finger brushes that tiny spot inside which has my back arching and a wail slipping from my throat.
The drying mix of blood and saliva pulls tight against my skin, sending a shiver through me as I press my hips back into his waiting hand.
“Fuck my fingers, sweetheart. Take everything I give you.” Xander’s voice no longer sounds like his but his leathery scent still drowns my lungs and I need more. So much more.
Hitting that spot over and over, Xander is relentless as he toys with my body. Spreading his fingers wide, scissoring my walls open and stretching my hole until I feel the cool air brushing past my entrance.
“Xander, more.” I claw at him, feeling the way I clench down desperately to find relief.
Growling back at me, Xander’s eyes are trained on where his fingers sink into my depths. “You respond so well to me, little mate. I’ll give you so much more.”
Fisting his cock and using the remainder of lube from his fingers, Xander slides his spongy cockhead across my fluttering hole. He’s burning hot and I writhe beneath him, digging my nails into his bulky shoulders.
I don't even realize how much I’m whining and whimpering until Xander gently hushes me with a tentative kiss, his fangs cutting into my bottom lip and releasing more of that pure bliss to float into my mind.
“W-Why does it feel so good?” I cry out as he presses forward and sinks his tip past my ring of muscle.
Barely able to get the words out, Xander pants. “My venom, in my saliva. It’s designed for pleasure. The more I bite, the more you feel it.”
My eyes shut and the air in my lungs is punched out as Xander slides another inch inside of me. His cock is weighty and hot against my inner walls and I give him a cheeky squeeze, causing another deep growl to rise from his chest.
“Fuck. Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you.”
It’s a command I can't deny. Looking down between my marked thighs still dotted with his bites, I watch Xander’s thick length press deeper into me.
He’s only halfway there and I can feel him in my stomach. So deep yet not deep enough. I need more.
Grasping his shoulders and pushing my hips down with all my might, I manage to force the rest of his length inside of myself, sucking in a gasp as he bottoms out.
“Christ!” Xander shouts. “You’re insatiable.”
I grin up at him despite my pounding heart. I know Xander wouldn’t ever want to hurt me, not in a bad way at least, but I'm desperate and needy for him. And now I have him.
My mind flits back to the first day I met him. With him standing in his doorway with a tight black shirt on and a wicked grin covering his lips. I was smitten from that moment on. And I think, so was he.
Giving a gentle thrust forward, Xander grinds his length inside me, lighting up every nerve ending. His crown hits my spot that has lightning zinging up my spine and a cry seeping from my lips.
Every inch of my body is alight as he pulls back, his length sliding across my walls until only his tip remains sheathed before driving into me with such force, the coffin groans.
Time slips from my mind as our rhythm merges together, Xander thrusting deep, powerful hits into me. His cock grinds over my prostate with every beat, and my cries and moans fill the air around us. We smell of sex and blood and it has my soul singing.
Xander doesn’t let up. His rhythm is relentless, his stamina unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and my body meets him instinctively, chasing each rising wave of pleasure until I’m trembling beneath him, my throat burning from every moan and desperate whimper he draws from me.
The world beyond the house grows silent. The beast in the forest can't get to us here and every fear and doubt that plagues my mind ceases to exist.
It’s just us.
“I-I love you.” I hear my voice over the slapping of skin and groans. Even my heartbeat roars in my ears.
Xander stills and blinks. As if he too has fallen into our world of rhythm. He looks down at me, his bottom lip dropping and his white fangs blinking in the pale light.
Dropping my ankles from his shoulders, he leans down until his bloody chest rubs against mine, and his breath fans my lips as he cages me in. “I love you too, Noah.”
I smile faintly, feeling the way his cock shifts inside of me, nudging at my bellybutton from beneath my flesh. “Now fill me with your cum. Make me yours from the inside out.”
Xander stutters a shaky breath and continues to thrust into me, yet this time he's slower. Sensual. His fingers thread through my hair while his other hand cups the back of my neck and he smothers my lips with his.
I kiss him back, desperate to feel him everywhere. Xander holds me as if I'm something to be cherished, yet his grip is tight as if I might fly away. It brings a warmth to my chest that I’ve never felt before.
Xander’s languid thrusts morph into deep forceful jolts as he slams his hips against my ass. The sounds of skin slapping skin and our greedy moans fill the room until we are both panting against one another.
My dick aches for release as Xander continues to pound into me, drawing his hips right back until only his tip remains inside me, before pushing himself so deep my lungs seize.
He presses up against my spot over and over, nailing it with fervor. “Noah, little mate. I’m so close.”
His fangs are only inches from my lips as he hisses between his teeth, his brows furrowed, and a sheen of sweat glistening across his forehead.
My own balls are drawn up tightly, and my skin is taut. I’m a ticking time bomb, delirious from the waves of pleasure Xander pushes through me.
My voice cracks as I scratch down Xander’s spine, reeling him in closer. “Mark me on the inside, Xan. Make me yours.”
Reaching down between us, Xander clutches my hard dick and gives it a squeeze, his thumb pressing against my slit. I arch into him, chasing his fist as I thrust up into it, all while he continues his rabid pace in my ass.
Shock after shock of electricity soars through me and I feel the splash of my cum hitting my stomach as a scream rips through my throat. My walls squeeze Xander’s girth and he’s hissing like a viper before his hips stutter and I feel the white-hot spurts of his cum coating my insides.
The pressure builds and builds and I glide into the feeling of being claimed. Xander drops a gentle kiss across my lips, his fangs dragging across my skin has gooseflesh blooming down my arms and a shiver scurrying up my spine.
“Now you’re mine,” Xander speaks. His arms still cage me into his coffin and my body drops from the high until I feel I'm simply floating in silence.
My eyes grow heavy and they droop with an incoming yawn. “I’ve never been so tired in my life.”
Xander’s chuckle feels far away as he moves back, his cock still deeply embedded inside of me, and I hear him rustling around but my eyes are like lead weights. “Well, it has been hours.”
“Hours?”
I feel his lips brush the tip of my nose. “Yes, little mate. We haven’t stopped for hours.”
With that knowledge I now welcome the exhaustion and let myself fall, feeling Xander gently pull from my abused hole and I whine, hating the emptiness that follows. I can still feel his hot seed inside me and I dread the moment I can’t feel it any longer.
If he can drink from me then why can’t I carry a piece of him?
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Xander hushes me as something brushes my hole. It feels like the tip of his cock and I faintly smile. Until he pushes inside and the large base pops past my rim, sealing me shut.
A butt plug.
My eyes flutter open as I fight the incoming wave of sleep. “What are you doing?”
Xander is a mere silhouette against the orange glow of the hallway as he sinks down into the coffin beside me, wrapping an arm over my waist and pulling me in tightly against his chest.
“Making sure my seed stays where it belongs.” He kisses the shell of my ear. “And for my scent to take hold, so everyone knows you’re mine.”
My heart flutters and I wiggle, testing the weight of the plug. It’s heavy enough, but it isn’t his cock. I sigh. It will have to suffice.
The creak of the coffin is my final warning before Xander is pulling it shut and locking us inside. The darkness consumes us and our love making amplifies in the enclosed space.
“Now there’s nowhere left for you to run. You’re mine forever.” Xander’s voice is like a shout from the distance as sleep drags me under.
But I manage to get a few syllables free. “You’re mine too.”
“Always.”