Chapter 26
Alice
In the blink of an eye, Acheron had me back in our rooms. My skin felt flushed against the cool satin sheets as I surveyed Acheron with nervous anticipation.
We had not been sharing a room since I arrived here.
Acheron rarely required sleep, although I recalled in my visions that he usually lounged with me if I was tired.
But he hadn't come near me at night when I slept, and it had nothing to do with his sleep patterns.
The temptation to seduce me was too strong for him.
I felt it every time his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened.
His fists would curl inwards, and he'd mutter a string of curse words before storming away, looking to blow off steam of the violent kind.
And, truthfully, it was becoming harder and harder to resist him. One crook of his long finger would have me whimpering in need. And one flash of his naked torso, like he was giving to me now, would have me yanking down my panties and throwing all my morals out the window.
I licked my lips as his shirt was hastily shoved off his shoulders. My mouth watered as my gaze trailed down the expanse of smooth, golden skin. Ripped, taut flesh and perfect-looking muscles. He was the definition of a literal Greek god.
My lascivious thoughts were still on his divine abs and biceps that I completely missed him shoving down his trousers. It wasn't until his sizable erection bobbed into view that I sucked in my breath.
"Acheron!" I gasped like an outraged little Victorian lady. Red climbed my chest and cheeks as I tried but failed not to stare at his large cock. It was magnificent. It stood tall and proud, and…huge. Oh, dear god, it was huge.
Instead of feeling apprehensive, a small pool of wetness gathered on my panties, and my groin tingled with need.
"You'll learn soon enough that nudity is not something to be ashamed of here."
I lifted a brow and recalled that, in my visions, he was highly protective of my body parts. Even though I never encountered another being in those dreams, I still remembered how Acheron growled every time I asked him whether we could fuck in the courtyard. Or in the fields.
"No one is allowed to see your pleasure but me."
I opened my mouth to argue but then he reached out and clasped my ankle, pulling me closer with a yelp. One minute I was wearing a simple yellow-and-white sundress, and the next I was completely nude—the flimsy material carelessly ripped off me and tossed aside.
Long fingers traveled up my calf muscles, and I hissed as I felt something sharp.
Nails. His normally blunt fingernails had extended, the tips curved inwards to form sharp claws.
A tiny smear of blood formed from the small scrape he had drawn.
It was deliberately done, and I knew he didn't have to press too hard to do some serious damage to human flesh; so I knew it took restraint for him to gentle his movements.
With my chest heaving and his black eyes never leaving mine, I watched him bend his dark head and slowly lick up my blood. I moaned as his tongue followed the long drip from the end to the source of the wound. He laved at the small graze, his moans of pleasure vibrating through my body.
I could feel that tongue deep in my core, and my own answering moans were ripped from my throat. My head fell back in pleasure as I felt those licks as if they were directly on my clit.
God, if this was what it felt like from him just licking my calf, then I couldn't wait until I felt it directly on my pussy.
"It will feel a hundred times more intense," he growled, his voice distorted.
I glanced up at him through glazed eyes.
His face swam in front of me before my pleasure-induced gaze focused on his features.
His eyes were still black, but a small ridge had formed above his brows, altering his appearance.
The rim around his pupils was tinged with red, and I knew that redness would spread the more blood he drank.
He caught my fascinated stare as my eyes roamed over his changed features.
"Do I scare you?" His voice ran deeper, more guttural, and I could sense the worry seeping from
Worried that I would find him frightening? Never.
My hand lifted, confident and sure, touching the side of his face and stroking at his rough flesh. His pupils dilated, and he leaned into my hand, his eyes closing as my fingers traced the raised bones around his brow.
"No," I murmured, my nipples pebbled harder at the feel of such power beneath my hands. "You could never scare me." My lips curved up with a sly smile. "Remember, I've already had you multiple times in my dreams."
A growl rumbled out of him, straight from his chest to his throat.
His mouth opened, and I got my first real-life, proper look at his fangs.
My breath was sucked in with amazement and wonder.
I'd seen his fangs before, of course. I'd traced those sharp incisors with my tongue many times.
I'd had them on various parts of my body—scraping and biting.
I could close my eyes and picture them in my head, along with the feel of them.
But to see them outside of my visions?
It was glorious.
Suddenly, I couldn't wait.
My legs shifted together, my thighs rubbing in anticipatory want.
"Acheron," I whined. "I need…I need—"
"Say no more, my Queen," he growled. "I know what you need."
With rough fingers, he pushed my thighs apart and bent his head, his breath hovering over my wet flesh.
My fingers pushed into his hair, grabbing tightly. "No, Acheron, I need—"
"You need to be prepared," he said, his eyes meeting mine from below. "Fucking me in your dreams is vastly different from fucking me in real life."
His finger traced my opening; his nail retracted so as not to cause harm. "You are already so wet, my love. But I need you dripping in need before you can take me. You're still human, remember?"
Right. Human. And mated to a powerful Vampire King.
But before I could voice my insecurities, I felt the first rough lick against my wet flesh, and I gasped in shock. Oh god. That small lick felt like heaven. I was going to die of pleasure.
That last thought cemented itself when he pried open my pussy lips and licked one long line from my pussy hole to my clit and back again.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" I cried out.
My legs fell open, breasts heaving as Acheron continued his very much wanted assault on my cunt. I felt my juices flow onto the silky sheets as he attempted to lick it all up.
"You taste so good." He groaned against my flesh, as his mouth made an obscene mess of my pussy.
My feet moved against the sheets, writhing in untold ecstasy as I surrendered to the pleasure his mouth gave me.
Every so often, I would feel the sharp sting of his teeth before he licked the wound closed with his tongue.
I didn't care what he did to me—feed off me, bite me, drink me dry…
I just wanted him to never stop. It felt too good, even the pain, especially the pain.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
My orgasm came over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
It wasn't a slow build—it crashed into me at full speed, without warning.
All I could do was hold on—in this case, to his hair—and give in to the roller-coaster ride of complete and utter euphoria.
My whole body shook, and my eyes rolled back in my head; my mind went to a different planet altogether as the waves started to ebb, and I reluctantly returned to my body.
Residual ripples ran through me, and I felt a strange floating sensation.
I pried my eyes open and stared at a wall behind Acheron's head in an attempt to refocus.
My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, and it was then I realized…
I felt like I was floating because I literally was.
Acheron had risen, and we were hovering midair. A whimper of shock flew from me, and I tightened my limbs around him.
"Wha—"
"Feel me," he demanded. His fingers gripped my hips, and he lifted me slightly away before he brought me down onto his cock, the tip nudging at the mouth of my pussy.
I breathed fast and deeply. "Oh god. I can feel you. Please, Acheron!" I begged.
His mouth ran up and down my neck as he, ever so gently, pulled me down inch by inch onto his dick.
The stretch was good…the kind of stretch you felt when you reached down to touch your toes. It burned, but it made you feel amazing once you touched them. That was what it felt like…it hurt so good.
"Just a few more inches," he coaxed. "There you go, my love. You take my cock so well," he praised as my wet pussy sank down, slowly, all the way.
My fingers ran through his hair, gripping the strands and pulling. My eyes were squeezed shut, and the remaining tingles of my precious orgasm helped me take him to the hilt.
"Set the pace," he ordered.
With a lusty moan, my hips moved up under the guidance of his hands. Even though I was suspended in the air, his arms held me tight as my lower body moved with practiced thrusts.
With every slide of his cock inside me, memories of this very same dance played like an explicit movie through my mind.
It frustrated me that I couldn't fuck him as I did in my dreams. Rough, hard, and fast—almost violent in nature, although he never hurt me.
My strength matched his, and I didn't need gentle movements in order to prepare me for his fucking.
But in real life, I was human. I knew I needed to get used to his size and the way he altered his lovemaking to suit me.