5. Ash
Ash
Had I been expecting our date to end like this? With Lochlan on his knees, sucking on the head of my cock like it was his favourite lollipop?
No. I hadn’t.
But I couldn’t lie. From the second I’d heard his voice, I’d hoped.
I was still blushing at my fumble. Looking for the negative was just where my brain went these days.
The ease at which Lochlan put my fears to rest was astounding.
No longer was I content with the idea that this would be a one-night-only thing. Lochlan hadn’t given me any signs that he was running, so I was going to hold onto him for as long as I could.
My hands went into his soft dark hair. It wasn’t overly long, but long enough to give me something to grab onto.
So I did just that.
Lochlan groaned around my length, his hand going to my rear. His long fingers started to dance along my crease. I shivered in response. Already I could feel my release building.
I wasn’t ready. I needed more.
Lochlan took me deeper, making my eyes roll back in my head. “Lochlan, I can’t hold on.”
His response was to slide his finger between my cheeks and gently press on my hole. Not entering, just putting enough pressure to have me cursing.
“Lochlan, fuck. Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Do. Not. Stop.” I was rocking up and down on my tiptoes, my body not knowing if it wanted to flee or press down on the intrusion.
He didn’t stop. No, he just lifted up on his knees to accommodate my movements. The rocking had me fucking more earnestly into his mouth, the head of my cock striking the back of his throat. He accepted me readily, swallowing around me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, knowing there was no way to stop this train now.
Lochlan didn’t stop. Didn’t give me space to pull off.
Just looked up at me, his amber eyes burning.
It was a lit match. A spark I couldn’t escape.
I detonated.
Lochlan held me through my orgasm, swallowing down everything I gave him.
Dragging down lungsful of oxygen, I tried to calm my racing heart. What was happening? I never usually reacted like this.
Mind you, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm like this one. If ever.
Lochlan was still on his knees, dropping little kisses over my groin and abs. “Christ, Ash. No-one should be allowed to taste this good.”
“Bet you taste better.”
He got to his feet, pulling me close and dropping a sweet kiss on my lips. “Wanna get the chance to find out?”
Saliva filled my mouth. “Please tell me you’re not talking about your cum.”
“I’m not talking about my cum.”
Despite my orgasm, I felt myself growing stiff again. Lochlan chuckled, rolling his hips against mine. “Thank fuck for supernatural refractory periods.”
“I don’t remember the last time I bit someone during sex,” I whispered.
“Can’t say I’ve ever experienced it. But the thought of you sinking these beauties into my neck as I sink into you…” He pressed the pad of his thumb to one of my fangs. “Yeah. That’s mighty damned appealing.”
I’m not sure which of us moved first, but the next thing I knew, my legs were wrapped around Lochlan’s waist, my lips devouring his.
He carried me up the stairs, moving far faster than a human could.
“Second door from the right,” I said against his lips, my hands back in his hair. “Hurry.”
I didn’t know why there was such a sense of urgency. All my senses were heightened, my body and soul just screaming for me to feel Lochlan inside me.
If we were fated mates, this feral need for him might make more sense. But vampires and mages didn’t have fated mates.
This was just us. Like we’d hit the chemistry jackpot and were burning bright.
I just hoped we didn’t flame out just as fast.
We didn’t speak. Too lost in each other to stop.
The lube came out from under my pillow, shoved into Lochlan’s hand before I captured his face with both my hands again. I couldn’t get enough of this man. His taste was addictive.
And I hadn’t even bitten him yet.
A distant warning bell began to ring in the back of my mind. Warning me to calm down. To take things slow. Reminding me that time was a barrier that didn’t exist for us.
I shoved it away. Right into a cage in the back of my mind and throwing away the key.
Future me might be pissed, but current me was fully on board.
Lochlan’s fingers were inside me now, working me open while I writhed beneath him. A litany of babble filled the air, little more than random sounds and noises. Each time Lochlan brushed over my prostate, I lost another piece of my cohesion.
“That’s it bràmair,” he praised. “Open up for me. You’re doing so well.”
His praise had my toes curling. “Please. Ready. Please.”
He rose up on his knees, lifting my knees to my chest with gentle hands. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”
I stared up at him in awe. When was the last time someone took this much care with me? Had they ever?
I memorised every line of this face as he lined himself up. Even if this didn’t go anywhere, I wanted to remember this moment—something to get me through future lonely nights.
He sank in the first inch, and his gaze flew up to meet mine. His smile softened, his eyes running over my face.
Like he was doing the same. Like he too didn’t want to forget this.
“You feel so good, Ash.” There was a note of awe in his voice that I didn’t feel like I deserved.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
Lochlan indulged me, falling down onto his forearms and fixing his lips against mine.
I lost all sense of time and space as Lochlan filled me over and over again. At some point he grabbed a pillow, shoving it under my hips. The next time he plunged in, his cock brushed right over my prostate, making my eyes roll back in my head.
When he wasn’t kissing me, praise dripped from Lochlan’s lips like poisoned honey.
Poisoned because I knew he was ruining me. No one was going to compare to him. To this.
That didn’t stop me from lapping up every word like it might be the thing to save me rather than end me.
My hands explored his back. His chest. His arms.
Everywhere except his neck. I didn’t trust myself to touch him there.
Not until he told me to.
I was so ready to taste him. My fangs were fully elongated now. The familiar taste of venom was missing. I didn’t want to hurt Lochlan.
I just wanted to taste him.
“You feel too good,” Lochlan panted, his forehead leaning on mine. “I can’t last.”
“I’m close too.” I hadn’t even touched myself, the friction of Lochlan’s torso and the way he was milking my prostate enough to get me there. “So close.”
He craned his head to the side, his neck stretched deliciously just inches away. “Bite me.”
Saliva filled my mouth, but I checked in. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he was rocking into me faster now, the sound of our skin slapping obscene in the room. “I need it. Bite me, Ash.”
It was like something in me snapped. My head lifted while my hand tugged his neck closer. I licked up his throat, savouring the flavour of him.
I did it twice more, revelling in the litany of curses spilling from Lochlan’s body.
Then, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I sank my fangs into him.
Lochlan roared as my fangs pierced his skin. His hips slammed forward as his release tore through him.
Unless venom is involved, being bitten by a vampire is very pleasurable. So I’m told, anyway. As a vampire myself, I hadn’t ever been on the receiving end.
Judging by the way Lochlan’s eyes were rolling back in his head, I was missing out.
Not that my side of it was anything to sniff at. The second his blood touched my tongue, my orgasm hit me. My vision went fuzzy out as the honey-rich taste of him filled me.
I’d never experienced anything like it.
Lochlan twitched against me as I continued to suck. His eyelids were fluttering, his dick throbbing inside me.
It was almost painful to let him go, but I knew I needed to. Even a supe had their limits to how much blood they could lose at once.
Retracting my fangs, I lapped my tongue over the puncture wounds. Lochlan would heal on his own, but my saliva sped the process along.
I leaned back to check. My heart pinched slightly at the unmarred skin, no evidence of me being there at all.
“All fixed,” I said, kissing the place once more before flopping back on the pillow.
“Wish it wasn’t,” Lochlan whispered, a hand coming up to rub at his neck hazily. “I kind of like the idea of wearing your marks.”
My stomach fluttered. “Me too.”
When we were cleaned up, Lochlan hovered beside the bed, his lip between his teeth. “Do you want me to go?”
“Do you want to go?”
He shook his head slowly. “No, bràmair. I don’t.”
I shoved the duvet back, nodding at the space next to me. “Better get in then. I warn you though, I like to fidget.”
He got in with a chuckle, pulling me into his arms and kissing my head. “I think I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”
I drifted off with my face buried in his neck and a smile on my face.