Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Lila
When I crack my sleepy eyes open, I have no idea what time it is or where I am, only that my body is surrounded by the most wonderful warmth and weight.
Looking down, I see a pale, muscular arm wrapped around my waist, and when I lift the blankets, I notice a fair, muscular, naked leg is thrown over my own naked body.
Huh, I’m naked. There’s no rising heart rate or low-key panic about being in this situation, though, so I instinctively know I’m where I’m meant to be.
I drop the blanket and snuggle back into the body behind me. It’s radiating heat like a furnace, and it’s a solid strength that gives me comfort.
Okay, Lila, think. What happened? What’s the last thing you remember?
I rack my brain. Everything is slightly foggy and like looking through a frosted mirror, but my memory slowly comes into focus.
Mark and Susie, and that gaudy hot pink convertible.
We were driving down the strip. Viggy! Okay, good, I remember what happened, and we got him back to the circus with no international—or would it be galaxian—incidents.
Thank fuck for small miracles.
I was in the office speaking to my grandpas, and then… Saxon! So that solves the weight at my back. I must have bonded with the Vilaxian. Hmm, he’s a lot warmer and snugglier than I thought he’d be. I shuffle back even farther, like I’m trying to merge with him.
This feels so freaking good. Before Caspian, I was not a snuggly person. I was a ‘thank you for the orgasm but I’m out’ kind of girl. Snuggling leads to things like emotions and possible second dates… ew—or that’s what I’ve always thought.
I was wrong.
Snuggling fucking rocks my world.
“If you keep rubbing that tight little ass against my dick, I’m going to think you want me to stick it in you.
” The rumbly words behind me and the tightening of the arm around my waist has me stopping momentarily.
Lost in my rambling thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed his cock getting hard.
How I didn’t notice that pole thickening between my legs, I have no idea.
I freeze, but Saxon grabs my waist and rolls me to face him.
He’s grinning, and I’m momentarily lost in the gorgeousness of this man.
Holy shitballs. No wonder he doesn’t smile often, he would start a fucking riot.
I put my hand against his cheek, running a finger over his bottom lip, and it’s a struggle not to give into the urge to lean forward and bite it.
“Oh, Grandma, what big teeth you have,” I whisper, and his grin drops and he looks slightly befuddled. His brows pinch together while he searches my eyes.
“Grandma? Lila, are you okay? Fuck, maybe our bonding damaged your brain,” he mutters out loud, and I snort, moving my hand down his body and wrapping it around his dick.
“Oh, Grandma, what a big dick you have.” I giggle as he fights his instinct to groan with what I’m doing, still concerned about my mental health.
Saxon is an enigma.
“Lila, sweetheart, I need to call Link to come check on you. Do you want to let go of my dick? You have gotten very strong, and I kind of like it where it is.”
Poor, confused, sweet vampire. I must reward him for being so caring, but first I should put him out of his misery.
“Relax, big guy, I’m fine. It’s a line from a children’s fairy tale on Earth.
Red Riding Hood says it to the big, bad wolf just before he eats her, which is what I plan on doing to you.
” I press a quick kiss to his mouth before sliding my way down the bed.
Holy shit, I’m fast. Within a flash, I’m face-to-face with his…
I don’t think dick describes it well enough, maybe anaconda.
I feel my slutty pussy weep with joy. She knows this beast intimately, and like Pavlov’s dog, responds accordingly.
I slide my tongue along the length of it. It’s so pretty, pale, thick, and long. There’s no way I can fit this whole thing in my mouth, but I’m going to give it a fucking good college try.
Saxon’s fingers thread into my hair as I spit some saliva onto it to help my hand slide up and down the bits my mouth can’t reach.
I get it good and lubricated before I slip my lips around the head.
Hollowing my cheeks, I give it a small suck, and I feel him thrust a little before his body goes rigid.
Oh no, that won’t do. I want him to get lost in the sensations, not hold onto his iron control.
I reach around his body, grip his bubble butt, and get good handfuls of those delicious globes, pulling him into my body.
His cock slides deeper into my mouth, and I breathe through my nose as tears leak out of my eyes, my tongue flicking the underside.
It’s a full-service blow job. I may not be able to get it all in, but what I can will certainly never forget what it’s like to be in my mouth, especially with the suckers lining my throat.
His hands tighten in my hair, bordering on painful, but again, my slutty pussy just leaks more.
I like a bite of pain with my pleasure. Bobbing up and down on his cock, I encourage him to thrust as one of my hands leaves his ass, and I cup his round balls.
Sliding off his cock, I bend down and take one into my mouth, casually loving it before moving to the other.
Saxon’s breath is now coming faster, but I want to hear him groan and say my name.
Visions of our bonding come back to me in tiny pieces, like an old, flickering black and white film, except in these memories, there’s another color—red.
Our bodies are covered in blood, slipping and sliding as we take our pleasure from one another.
Holy fuck, it was hot. I remember it all now.
My mouth aches, and I feel a click as my fangs extend.
Remembering the taste of Saxon’s blood on my tongue, I move completely on instinct and run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
The popping sound of my fangs piercing it makes my nipples pebble even harder as Saxon shouts and thrusts as I latch my lips around the two holes and suck.
His blood tastes like chocolate and heaven, or what I imagine heaven would taste like.
The blood flows fast, and I struggle to swallow it, a little leaking out of the side of my mouth, painting his cock in that beautiful crimson color.
Swiping my tongue over the punctures, I heal the holes and sit back to admire my handiwork.
His dick is now coated in his blood and is even prettier than before.
“Lila, your venom! I can’t stop. I can’t fucking stop!” Saxon groans, pulling my hair to bring me closer.
I open my mouth, taking in as much of his dick as I can. It pulses and floods my mouth with a completely different liquid this time. It’s saltier than his blood, but no less delicious. Fuck my life. Why can’t human men have cum that tastes like dessert?
I drink it all down, the blood painted on his dick mixing with his cum, sating my thirst. Saxon mutters words of praise and thanks some deity I’ve never heard of for gifting him a blood rose.
What a sweet man. Sliding his dick out of my mouth, I grin with pride as I make my way slowly back up his body, giving love to all the bits I missed on the way down.
That V that leads to the D gets covered with kisses, as does his eight pack, before I move even farther up to his two perky brown nipples, the only patches of color on his pale body.
I spend extra time giving them the love they need, biting into each and taking a little sip of blood, before healing them again.
I wouldn’t want them to feel left out. That would be rude of me.
Saxon finally reaches the limit of his patience and hauls me the rest of the way up, his mouth taking mine before I can get a word out.
Our kiss is not gentle, our fangs tearing into lips and tongues, flooding our mouths with blood, but it only enhances the kiss.
Knowing that my blood can sustain this man is nothing short of awe inspiring, and I feel like I could shout it to the world with how smug I feel.
He rips his lips away from mine, and I find myself chasing after them.
Saxon chuckles darkly as he rolls me onto my back, his huge body looming over mine as he settles between my parted legs.
“You are so beautiful, my blood rose.” He runs his lust-filled gaze down the length of my body, his magenta eyes glowing.
“And so very, very naughty.” The last words are punctuated with a growl, and I shiver, my pussy weeping even more and my nipples hardening to the point of pain.
“You will need to be punished.” He rubs the tip of his cock against my opening, and I just about sob with joy.
“Yes, please punish me,” I beg, turning my head and offering him my neck, the thick vein under the surface begging for him to put his fangs into it.
“Please, Saxon, take from me what I offer freely.” The words feel right, although I have no idea why.
Saxon’s lips peel back in a snarl, his fangs dripping with a clear liquid.
At the same time he strikes, his giant cock thrusts deep into my pussy. I scream, unable to stop the sound from leaving my mouth. The intrusion on both ends is painful, but that quickly morphs to pure fucking pleasure as his venom flows through my body, and my cunt adjusts to his huge length.
This, right here, is heaven on earth. It’s everything and nothing I ever thought I’d need.
He is without mercy as he pounds his dick into my tight channel while sucking the blood from my body.
All I can do is hold on and enjoy the exquisite sensations as they roll through my very being.
My nerves tingle as pleasure is roughly dragged to the surface.
I fucking love it. I throw my head back and close my eyes, the onslaught almost too much to bear.
The more he sucks, the tighter my pussy gets, until I know he’s struggling to keep moving.