Chapter 27 #2
Levette nodded, his full lips tugging into a smirk. He tapped a finger against his forehead dramatically, miming the act of forcing a memory. “Ah, yes! You told him you were the love of my life and nobody would take your place. Right before you snapped and ripped out his throat.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your point is what?”
“I want you to do it again,” Levette admitted darkly, his voice lowered and flirtatious. “I do enjoy seeing you jealous. It is so very tantalizing when you claim your territory, darling.”
Even if I had wanted to deny the effect his words had on me, my body’s reaction betrayed me. I was beyond exhilarated, and just his sultry voice was enough to arouse me. Levette had noticed too, his eyes devouring me in a way I hoped his mouth and hands would imitate.
The boy and his mother began to stir from their light sleep, their pulse racing as they saw Levette and I.
“Bonjour à nouveau!” Levette greeted with a menacingly fake cheer. He looked down at the son, holding his hand out to him. “Let me help you up, beau.”
I growled low in my throat and cursed the possessiveness that Levette had created in me as I ripped the boy’s hand from Levy’s. Levette cackled and I glared at him, sinking my fangs into the witch’s wrist.
“I guess you are mine to have, chérie,” Levette told the woman, baring his teeth at her.
“No.” I let the boy’s arm go, licking his blood from my lips. I grabbed the woman by the dress, digging my fingertips into her forearms as she struggled. “You do not get to drink from either of them.”
Levette pursed his lips and raised his brows, staring at me expectantly. I ignored him, whispering into the witch’s ear to tell her to stop fighting me. She fought harder, which only made the monster in me delight in her fear. Her blood tasted all the sweeter as I latched onto her neck.
My eyes stayed locked on Levy’s as I drank, going as painstakingly slow as possible.
I savored every mouthful of the warm liquid, and the scowl on my paramour’s face only fed my frenzy.
Every nerve in my body was on fire, and the more Levette grew jealous and impatient, the more I could not wait to be ravaged by him.
Once both of the witches were drained and my hunger for blood was sated, I sighed in contentment. I could not help but groan as I wiped my mouth on the cuff of my shirt, hearing Levette almost whimper at the injustice of not being able to taste it.
I stepped over the bodies and stood before Levette, reaching out to caress his face. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Levette growled in annoyance, but he closed his eyes at the gentleness of my touch. “Why are you punishing me?”
“Oh, love,” I whispered, smiling softly when he opened his eyes, “that was not to punish you. I did not want you to feed from witches.”
“But why?”
“Because the only person you are going to feed on tonight is me,” I replied, placing my hands on his hips to pull him closer.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pressing our bodies against each other. I could feel just how excited he was. His need for me pounded in my brain, rivaled only by the love he felt. It was, I hoped, something he could feel strongly reciprocated.
“I wanted the only taste on your tongue when you finish tonight to be me.”
Levette made a guttural sound in his throat before he grabbed the back of my neck, cramming our mouths together.
Whenever he kissed me, no matter whether it was rough or frenzied or the softest touch, it felt like my soul sighed in relief.
Levette was an integral part of me, and after denying it for so long, that moment felt like coming home.
He guided me backward until I was pressed against the trunk of a tree. I grinned at his hurried movements as he unbuttoned my pants and his hand gripped my hardened length. His hand movements would have been more than enough, but I almost finished at the sight of him dropping to his knees.
“You are the only taste I want on my tongue forever, Warren. Not just for tonight,” he said, a gentleness to his voice that I did not expect.
He put his mouth to good use for once, taking me into his throat and using his tongue to tease my tip. My chest heaved as he moved quicker, working me as if his life depended on it. I wanted to throw my head back in ecstasy, but I could not bear to take my eyes off him.
“Oh, baby…” Ten years had weakened us both, and my resolve had snapped completely. I had denied him for so long, and now I wanted there to be no barrier between us.
I lifted my wrist to my mouth and used my fangs to tear open the skin. I let the blood drip down, hitting my length and Levy’s tongue at once. He moaned around me, mixing the blood and his saliva as lubricant. The sight, the sensations…It was too much and not enough.
“Levy, I—”
Levette grinned mischievously and released me with a pop.
I was about to contest when he began to suck on my wrist and used his hand instead.
The euphoria of him drinking from me while playing with me so well sent me careening over the edge, and I dug my fingers into his hair as I finished.
Shockwaves continued to pass through me and down my spine until Levette finished drinking with a satisfied smile.
“You are going to be the ruin of me,” I muttered, leaning my head back against the trunk.
“You have already been my ruin, cher. But with you, I am just getting started.”
He was not lying. By the time Levette was done with me, and I’d had my fun with him, we lay on the forest floor, sweating and spent.
I had found that I was unable to stop touching him in one way or another. My hand on his cheek, my lips on his neck, my leg draped over his thigh. It was as though I had to be connected to him to make sure it was real, that it was not another cruel fantasy of which I’d had many.
Curled up on his chest, I linked our fingers together and squeezed gently. “I missed you every day we were apart. I am sure Lena found me to be unbearable for those first few years. I am sure it will bring you joy to know how much I pined for you.”
Levette chuckled before bringing our hands up and kissing my fingers.
“Lena finds almost everyone unbearable, mon amour. And I must confess that it does not bring me joy. I would have preferred that you had been happy while we were apart, even if it hurt me. It saddens me that we were both in pain.”
I tilted my head up to look at him. “I should not have left.”
“I wish you had not, but I think it was right for you. I created a darkness in you that made you…” He scrunched his eyes closed as he remembered. When he spoke again, there was a devastating sadness to it. “I did not deserve you then, nor do I deserve you now. But I am glad you returned.”
I squeezed his hand. “Me too.”
“I am curious, however…” Levette muttered, smirking. “I thought I was too much chaos?”
“You are, baby,” I agreed, grinning. Climbing on top of him, I straddled his waist, leaning forward so that my hands were at either side of his head.
“You are a melody of chaos that cannot be defined, that no composer can write. Yet I admit that I am hooked on your specific brand of chaos, and I would not have you any other way.”
Levette smiled, and it was so unfiltered that it brought tears to my eyes. I leaned down and kissed him gently, my hair falling around us in our own private wall. Levy deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands slid to my behind, gripping tightly.
“Call me that thing again,” he whispered against my lips, his fingertips trailing up my back and sending chills against my skin.
“What thing?” I asked distractedly, desperate to limit the talking so I’d have more time for kissing.
“Warren,” he groaned.
I pushed up on my arms, staring down at him again. I looked into his eyes and used our connection to see what he was talking about. I tried to bite down on my lower lip to stop my smirk, but failed terribly.
“You like being called baby, huh?” I teased, pressing soft kisses down his neck and across his bare chest. I laughed as he covered his eyes, shaking his head.
“Merde! I should not have said anything.”
“Why?” I asked, letting my fingertips trace across his arms. “I think it is beyond endearing!”
He sighed, shaking his head. I laughed again when he flipped us over so he was on top, his thigh pressed between my legs. “You are a nuisance, cher.”
I linked my fingers around the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine. “And you are a menace, love.”
His smile stirred something delicate and restless within me. “I love you, Warren.”
Pressing my lips to his, I kissed him delicately, letting him feel the warmth of my reply. “I love you, too, baby.”