Chapter Three #3
She nodded, which earned a whole crescendo of moans. She coughed slightly. Her gag reflex tried to assert itself, and she told it to get the hell away, because this was going to be just what she needed.
She tilted her head, turning it slightly, dipping under him.
“Precious, you’re gonna hurt your—”
“Nn!” An angry noise and lowered brows dared him to continue.
“Suit yourself.” Brax shrugged and held still, let her bob around him, sometimes taking him deeply past the base of her tongue, sometimes feathering licks around the front. “I love this,” he moaned. “Love you...”
The instinct to argue had vanished. Why argue? You don’t have to say it back. That’s fine. It’s all fine.
I feel better.
Brax is cathartic.
YES! I must be getting better. I’m using big words instead of ‘ouchy.’She giggled around him.
Brax didn’t let that go. “Share the joke?”
“I was thinking that you make me feel good, and I feel better, and you are cathartic. And that must mean I’m better, because I can use words like ‘cathartic.’”
“Well, I’m glad I’m making you feel better. You’re doing wonders for me. Think it’s time for me to do a little more to treat that fever of yours.”
“But you are!” And there was going to be vampire stuff happening in a minute, and I could finally figure out if vampire cum is cold or not. Although this is kind of a special circumstance. I’ll take notes on it this time—where’s that paper? Once we’re better, we’ll check again.
Again?
Yes. Again. Lots and lots of again.
“Mouth is still a lot cooler than your skin,” he murmured, putting her back on the bed, kissing her all over, hearing her sigh and breathe more easily as each kiss brought relief. “Much, much cooler than this hot little paradise.”
Then, the next kisses brought pleasure.
“Oooohhh, this is the thing! This is the thing I wanted, the non-melting thing. Brax cubes!” she crowed as her thighs danced weakly around his head.
He tongue teased into her hot slit, down over her tight cheeks and over her folds, up to draw her clit into his mouth and hold it for several seconds, pulsing sucks on it that made her moan in relief and then shout as her orgasm built.
“In me?” Penny begged, and then shook her head, frowning. “No, sorry, wait.”
“Wait?”
“Do it like you.”
“Huh?”
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down on him as he paused in his lapping.
She moved one hand down to trace his eyebrows, his forehead, his hair, watching his eyes flutter shut and listening to a contented sound emanate from his chest. “I wanna do it like you did. So good to me. Good at this,” she whispered.
She remembered how his sweet words made her feel. Warm. Cherished.
“How does a bad guy love someone so good?” she asked. “As in, how are you good at it?”
“‘Cause love is always good,” he murmured, looking up, head on her thigh.
“Ohhh.” So much sense-making. Fevers should happen whenever life is hard.
Or not. That would probably not be a good thing.
But what was happening in her nether regions was an excellent thing. “Gonna make you come for me, all right, Penny?”
“Do I have a choice?” Penny let out a strangled gasp and fell back as two fingers invaded her, blessedly below her internal boiling point and doing delicious things to her sweet spot.
“Always have choices. I could stop. That’s a choice.” His tongue flicked over her clit as he spoke, making her stiffen and writhe.
“Take that one off the table. Coming is good. Then you're coming, okay? In my mouth. Or my pussy. Wherever, but it has to be inside, I have theories to test.”
“I never thought science could be so sexy. See? You make everything hot, baby.”
“Mmmmhmm. And also—my brain is cooling off. It gets overheated. And busy. I’m always so busy. Right now, I can focus on important stuff.”
“Like?” Fingers bewitched her, made her spasm and squeal, earning truths that she might otherwise hide out of a sense of decorum.
“Like the awesomeness of Brax. All the stuff in my head is clear. Is vampire cum clear?”
“Not mine.”
“Mine is.”
“You’re not a vampire.”
“That’s good. You’re not biting me, are you?”
He laughed at the moaning tone in her voice, the pleasure-filled haze she spoke in. “I’m about to do a little bit of it, but only the kind you’ll like.”
Blunt teeth and agile tongue worked together, trapping her clit, trapping her folds, wickedly working down, daring to take advantages—no, liberties, with his trusting partner. “Wanna see if you like some new things?”
“Like what?”
Tongue pushed into pink cleft, fingers spread her cheeks, and thumb massaged her tight pucker.
“Brax’s smart. Finds all the yummy places,” Penny rolled over onto her belly and stretched.
He kept licking her, lifting her hips up and off the bed, fingers driving in hard. “C’mere, face up, wanna see it...”
She rolled, moaning, splayed on his hand. “Not fair. You didn’t let me see you come!”
“I haven’t yet, you silly thing. You’ll get an eyeful when I do, I promise.”
“No eyes. Mouth or pussy.”
“I meant, you’ll see it happen. In one of those places, you pick. Eyes are not part of my plan, unless my aim goes severely off.”
She regarded him seriously, as if he had shared great wisdom. He looked at her as if he expected a huge speech of some sort from her, but all she said was, "I think we should do it in both places. Can we do it two times?"
“If you don't kill me after the first go round."
She wriggled under him, tone faintly whiny. “I already promised I wouldn’t. Go get the paper.”
“What, now?” He nibbled on her inner thigh, eyes locked on hers in a seductive, entrancing stare, a stare that told her not to break the mood with pens and writing.
Didn’t work.
Her fingers were poking into his scalp, jabbing his head back. “Yes! We have to write it down because you’re being stubborn.”
He rose with a grunt of frustration. “I’m stubborn? The cheek of you, woman! Actually, I like your cheeks. All of them.” He winked.
Ooh, Brax, standing in front of me. Good height.
Good view. Her mouth darted down over his cock again, making him moan.
She pulled off. “Yes, you! Mr. Stubborn! Go get the pen.” She pumped him in her hand and nudged him away, falling after him, leaning weakly on his shoulder as he retrieved a pen and paper.
“What do I write, oh, patient one?” he snarked.
Penny could tell he expected a shout or a snipe from her.
She loved watching the way his handsome face softened instead when he felt her affectionate teeth and hot breath on his neck.
He turned his head just in time to meet hers, nose to nose, another kiss, a burrowing that led to panting mouths and eyelashes fluttering together.
He repeated more gently, “What do you want me to say, Penny?”
“That ... that it doesn’t end after one time. That you don’t hurt me and I don’t hurt you, even if everything we do seems crazy. Even if we’re both stubborn.”
“Well, you’re stubborn, I’ll give you that. And I’m an expert in crazy,” he sighed and scribbled down the notes she dictated, passing the pen to her at the end. He stared and smothered an amused “Awww” as she drew hearts around both their names after she signed.
“See? It’s cute. This is the cutest truce document. What do you call them? I can’t think of the name, but it’s like Verse-Sales or something. They do a lot of these papers there.”
“Versailles? Treaty! Yes, this is the cutest peace treaty in the history of Pine Ridge, sweetie,” Brax agreed, putting the paper and pen down.
“You’re pretty cute, too.”
“Sure that’s not just the fever talking?”
“Mhmm.” She was looking at him one second, falling the next, and he scooped her up automatically. Built to catch me. Hunter, prey. But tonight, we’re just trapped together, a team undoing the net that’s wrapped around us.
“Easy, I got you,” he soothed.
She nodded, grabbing his head weakly, pressing her tongue into his lips as they came to hers.
PENNY LOOKED UP AT him so trustingly, sick or not.
She clung to him, overheated but shivering, sweating.
Maybe her fever was breaking. He found he didn’t care right now.
Love her sick, love her well. Fuck, I know I don’t love her so much as I want her.
.. And maybe I want to love her, too. Maybe.
.. I’d better not worry about what happens next.
I get this gift, this one time. “Thank you, Penny. This is the best gift.”
“Thank you, too. It really is.” She nestled into his arms, cooling down, satisfied that she was relaxing him, too. “Do I make you happy? Just the way I am? Even messed up like this?” Penny asked, body curled around his, warming him up, trusting him.
“Yeah, baby. Happier than... Happier than I think I’ve ever been.
” Brax frowned as he realized it. Simple little struggles and sweet, unscripted sex with Penny topped all of the secret liaisons with Jenny, all the thousands of nameless, faceless meals and fucks, and Penny definitely outshone the deadly, powerful, dangerous Marietta.
“I like you, just how you are. Think I did right from the first time you flashed a stake at me,” he teased.
“You like to live dangerously.”
“Well, I did. And this world, it’s always full of dangers for people like us, monsters and the people who know how to see them.”
“Like us? I’m an us?” Penny whispered, eyes suddenly too bright.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. You’re part of an ‘us.’ You an’ me, braving haywire spells and a town where things aren’t quite what they seem. But it’ll be okay,” Brax put his head against hers. “We’ll stick together—even after this is over.”
“Because you like me?” Penny whispered, biting her lower lip.
He had never been so jealous of human teeth before. “I more than like you,” he whispered back, heart feeling as though it were flooding to life, powered by the strength of her incredulous smile.
“Wanna show me how much?”
She knows just how to ask. She doesn’t even have to try.
He suppressed a chuckle, his smoky eyes glinting at her as he nodded and shifted, cradling her underneath him this time. “I’d love to.”