Chapter 27
EIRA
His silver-rimmed eyes flash once, then settle into a mercurial whirl that curls something darker and insanely delicious low in my belly.
The long drapes are drawn, chandelier light casting shadows against the dark walls, shadows that seem to dance at the edge of my vision. I take one breath, then another, knowing backing down now would be a humiliation I’d relive at three in the morning for the rest of my life.
My fingers slip to his waistband, then lower, and when I finally free him, the sight steals the air clean out of my lungs.
For one charged, dangerous second, I can only stare.
At him, his cock… at the dark satisfaction gathering in his eyes as he lies there like a king indulging a reckless, delicious game.
So I do the only thing my pride allows.
I kiss him instead.
Hard. Deep. Thoroughly enough to try to wipe that smug look off his mouth. I feel him smile against my lips anyway, infuriating vampire, and annoyance sparks hot enough to burn through the nerves.
Fine.
If he wants to be amused, I can be inventive.
My mouth slides to his jaw. I suck lightly at the sharp line of it, then lower to his throat, where his skin is cool-warm and maddeningly smooth over old power. He makes a sound then, low and rough, and triumph fizzes through me as the sound goes straight to my head.
Drunk on that tiny victory, I nip him. Just a little bite, more impulse than strategy, my teeth catching his skin as I kiss my way down.
His reaction is instant.
His body surges beneath me, not enough to throw me, but enough to remind me what I’m straddling. One hand leaves the iron headboard and catches my hip, fingers digging in, his eyes flashing with something far less playful than before.
‘Be very careful, little hunter,’ he says, voice dark and feral around the edges.
The warning should sober me but power has already gone to my head, bright and reckless and intoxicating, and instead of retreating, I meet his gaze, breathless and flushed, and keep kissing him. Keep nipping at his skin as I work my way down.
‘One minute wasted,’ he rasps.
I swallow hard, and for one dangerous beat, I wonder what letting him take over would feel like.
My pussy clenches before I shove the thought away.
Not happening.
My skin prickles with the chill of the room, but beneath it I’m burning, pulse thrumming between my thighs in a steady, aching beat. His bare chest rises and falls in slow, deliberate breaths as I edge lower, towards the thick ridge of his cock, impossible to ignore.
My fingers twitch against his skin. He watches me with those ancient eyes, as if he can see through my hesitation, my hunger, the slick need already gathering between my thighs.
I shift my hips and the friction of his cock makes my breath hitch.
He’s so hard. So insanely big.
‘You’re stalling,’ he murmurs, voice rough like oiled gravel. ‘Why?’
‘I’m thinking,’ I snap, though my voice wavers.
I’m not used to this. Being the one in control sexually. The one who has to do something. My experience is limited to fumbling touches in the dark with my own fingers when the ache got too bad.
But this?
This is him.
His lips curve. ‘You are overthinking. You’ve got an exceptionally beautiful mouth, little hunter. Use it.’
Heat floods my face.
The thought of it, of actually wrapping my lips around him, taking him in, serving him like that, sends a hard pulse through me. My pussy throbs, joining the insane chorus to get on with it.
I lick my lips, gaze flicking down, and his cock twitches like it’s reaching for me.
Okay.
If he wants my mouth, he’ll get it.
I slide down his body, every inch of contact against my bare skin sending sparks through me. His thick crown is heavy, already glistening with pre-cum, and my mouth waters as I lean in, breath ghosting over the tip.
Gods, I can smell him.
Musk. Male. Power.
My tongue darts out, just a quick taste, and his flavour explodes over me. Salt and something darker. Something him.
A groan rumbles in his chest. ‘That’s it, little hunter,’ he growls. ‘Take me in. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.’
I wrap my lips around the head, heart hammering. He’s bigger than I expect, the stretch of my mouth around him almost overwhelming.
But I want this.
I want to hear him lose control. Want to feel him shudder beneath me.
Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his crown.
He growls, then hisses, his hips lifting slightly, feeding me more. Claw-tipped fingers tangle in my hair for one scant moment before he drags it back to the iron bars, and I sense Valentin doesn’t quite trust himself.
And I’m not sure why that makes my heart beat faster.
‘You want to bite me?’ he says, voice raw. ‘Go ahead. Use your teeth. Scrape them up the underside.’
Nerves dissolving under the weight of his naked want, I nip him.
More when he growls, ‘Harder.’
My teeth graze his sensitive skin, and his cock jerks in response, a bead of pre-cum spilling onto my tongue. I moan around him, and the vibration makes his thighs tremble.
‘Good girl,’ he rasps. ‘Now take more. As much as you can.’
I stroke and suck, meeting the subtle thrusts of his hips. Hungry for more of this incredible feeling, I go deeper, relaxing my throat enough to let him slide in. My gag reflex protests, but I push through, eyes watering when the tip of him hits the back of my throat.
His groan is raw. Almost pained.
‘You may yet win this challenge, little hunter, taking my cock like you were made for it. But you can do better. Use your hands. Stroke the base while you suck.’
His filthy instructions send torrents of heat straight to my core.
I pull back just enough to wrap my fingers around him, then pump him slowly, twisting my wrist the way I’ve touched myself, only tighter. Firmer.
His hips buck, driving him back into my mouth.
‘Be reminded that this isn’t one-way pleasuring, Eira,’ he growls, eyes fixed on my swaying breasts as he licks his lips, almost as if he’s imagining tasting them again.
‘I know,’ I whimper, licking his crown before gagging myself on his cock.
Why the sensation of him hitting the back of my throat drives my hand down between my legs, I’ll probably need to consult a textbook about later. Right now, it feels incredible to play with myself while I suck him.
Apparently it works for him too, because he swells harder in my mouth, tendons standing out in his neck as his arms strain on the bars.
Sliding my other hand between my thighs, I stroke my soaked pussy. I’m dripping, my clit swollen and throbbing. The first touch makes me gasp around his cock, my hips jerking.
My face burns but I don’t stop.
‘That’s it,’ he murmurs, voice dark with satisfaction. ‘I hear how wet you are, cacciatrice. Rub that pretty little cunt. Let me hear how much you love this.’
I whimper, fingers moving in tight, desperate circles. Pleasure coils low in my belly, tight and relentless. I’m so close already, my body wound tight as a bowstring.
But I can’t come yet.
Not until he does.
I suck him harder, seal my lips tighter around his shaft. Saliva drips down his length as my hand works in time with my mouth. And I’m rewarded with his ragged breaths, hips lifting off the bed in short, sharp thrusts.
‘Do you intend to suck me dry, my little vixen?’
I moan in response, the sound vibrating around his cock.
He gives a low rumble that reverberates through the room and tunnels straight back between my legs. I cry out as sensation builds. His body tenses beneath me and I feel his control fray, his muscles locking.
Looking up through misting eyes, I see his mark, blood red and vibrant against his glistening skin.
Compelled by a force I don’t recognise, I drag my fingers from between my legs, up over his torso, and trail them, wet with my slick, over the mark.
His fangs bare, exposing the beast within. ‘Cursed demons of Netheris—’
For a handful of seconds, Valentin Moretti fucks my mouth with desperation bordering on feral. His essence pulses hot against my tongue, and I’m certain he’s about to lose himself.
Then he stops.
I blink up at him, dazed, lips swollen and slick.
‘Not just yet, cacciatrice,’ he growls.
My cheeks flush with humiliation. And arousal.
And now I’m even more determined.
I crawl back up his body, breasts dragging against his chest. His grip on the bars is so tight even sinew and bone look strained. This is torture for him. For both of us. But I sense he means for me to fail.
It’s fucking on.
I re-straddle him, his cock still hard and leaking, trapped between us.
‘This what you want?’ I demand, breathless.
‘This is your show, bella.’ His grin is all teeth. ‘But if you want pointers, you could use that pretty pussy. Grind on me. Let me feel how—’
I move, my wet centre dragging slow and hot down his length.
‘Fuck,’ he breathes, voice verging on violence now. His silver eyes dart between my face and my pussy. ‘Eira.’
His crown catches my clit and my breath breaks.
That is not what I planned.
But the way he’s looking at me, the way his fangs have fully descended, how he’s barely holding himself back—
It’s intoxicating.
I rise onto my knees, positioning myself over the underside of his cock. The head brushes my folds and we both groan. I’m so wet, so ready, my body aching to be filled.
But I can’t let him in. Because that would be suicide.
And what… this isn’t? Having him inches away from piercing your pussy? Smelling your virgin blood?
I shake my head, then throw it back, because that’s one way of dislodging reason, isn’t it? One way of dispelling the saints currently praying for my stupid, reckless soul.
Instead, I rock my hips, dragging my slick lips along his shaft. The friction is maddening. Every slide of my pussy against his cock sends sparks through me, my clit throbbing with each pass.
His hands grip my ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
‘Fuck, just like that,’ he groans. ‘Ride me, baby. Use my cock to get yourself off.’
I whimper, movements growing desperate, breasts bouncing with each roll of my hips, nipples tight and aching. His cock is so close to slipping inside, but I keep just out of reach, my entrance kissing the tip with every pass.
‘Come here,’ he growls.
I obey mindlessly, crying out when he catches one nipple between his lips. His tongue slicks over it before he suckles it into his mouth, dangerously close to those sharp fangs.
‘I can feel how badly you want it, little hunter,’ he snarls when my nipple pops free. ‘How badly you want me to fuck you.’
‘I – I don’t—’ I gasp, but my hips stutter as pleasure coils tighter.
‘Liar.’ His voice is rough with need.
Strong hands slide up my back, grip my hair, yank my head down to his. This kiss is brutal, his teeth nipping at my lower lip.
‘Say the words, Eira. Say you want me to pin you down and ruin you.’
A shudder runs through me.
Gods, I do. But I can’t say it.
Instead, I grind down harder, my clit dragging against his shaft. My orgasm hovers right there, just out of reach, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
‘That’s it, little hunter,’ he murmurs against my lips.
Fuck, something about the way he calls me little hunter gets under my skin and curls there, half taunt, half invitation, until I can’t tell if I want to stab him for it or climb him like a bad decision.
Guess I’ll just keep riding him.
I whine, nails digging into his shoulders. I’m so close—
And then he moves.
His hips buck up, his cock sliding between my folds, the head pressing just inside my entrance. Not enough to break me, but enough to make my vision white out.
‘Valentin—!’
‘Feel,’ he growls. ‘Taste what it would be like to break yourself on me, Eira. To know pleasure like never before.’
But I can’t.
I won’t.
I pull back, trembling, pussy clenching around nothing as my head drops. I feel him watching, his cock parting me, then gliding between us wet and filthy, glistening with my arousal.
‘What about you, Don Moretti?’ I whisper, voice shaking with victory and need. ‘A great beast, rutting between his little hunter’s thighs. How badly do you want to come?’
A rumble starts in his throat. And then—
His control snaps.
A guttural roar tears from him as his cock pulses, thick spurts of cum painting his stomach, his chest, his throat. His body arches off the bed, muscles locked tight as pleasure wracks him.
I watch, stunned, then wildly triggered by the sight.
My own orgasm crashes over me, dragging a howl from my lungs as my pussy clenches, release soaking his cock, his balls, the sheets beneath us.
He collapses back against the bed, chest heaving, eyes dark and satisfied. ‘Brava, little hunter. All done, and with forty seconds to spare,’ he rasps, voice rough with amusement.
I whimper, body still trembling.
Before I can taunt him back, he surges up, bands one arm around my back.
Then flips me over.