Chapter 19 Curses
CURSES
RAYA
Time filters through in flickers of awareness. All I know is Asher.
His smoky, cedar scent with a teasing hint of bergamot, his sensual touch trailing over every inch of my skin, his wicked taste on my tongue. One second we’re making out and dry humping over our clothes like the horniest of teenagers, and the next I'm naked and he’s swiping his tongue down my neck.
His mouth circles my nipple, grazing it with his fangs and I suck in a sharp breath. His lips smirk against my pebbled skin before he sucks the tender bud into his mouth, laving it with his tongue while pinching the other and rolling it between his fingers.
I moan and close my eyes, tilting my head back as I fall into the sensations. I lose time again, lost in the pleasure, when I surface to his teeth scraping up my inner thigh. I spear my hands into his hair, eyes flying open when I register where he’s going.
Asher pulls back to look at me, but instead of meeting my eyes, he gazes down between my legs. His rumble of approval vibrates through my thighs draped over his shoulders.
“So wet for me, sunshine.”
I gasp when he blows cool air against my hot center, then swipes a tongue up my pussy. He doesn’t hesitate, licking and sucking, teasing my clit while being careful not to nick me with his fangs, but it’s too soft. It’s not enough.
I want more.
I tighten my hold in his hair, gripping and pulling. My eyes squeeze closed as my hips lurch with desperation, and a whimper escapes my lips when I don’t get what I want.
“Use your words, little shifter.” His lips move against me, and I open my eyes again to see him staring up my body, eyes vibrant when they meet mine.
“More,” I gasp, “your fingers.”
My back arches when he slides two fingers into me, curling them against my inner walls as he finds my clit with his mouth again and sucks. I throw my head back at the sensation, eyes rolling as my focus narrows to the feel of him.
Everything blurs together, a haze of pleasure as the tidal wave of sensation builds inside me.
Each stroke of his fingers, the suction from his mouth, his grip on my hips.
Even the pressure from his nose nudging my mound as he sucks and licks adds to the incredible feelings he’s eliciting.
My legs tremble, my entire body tightens, the pleasure is overwhelming and more intense than anything I’ve felt before.
As it peaks, my breath catches, and I stay there, hanging for eternity, a shooting star burning through the night sky. I'm right on the precipice for timeless moments before the orgasm crests and crashes over me, pulsing through my body and clenching his fingers inside me.
“That’s my good girl.” His mouth gentles and slows as he stays with me, prolonging the sensations and sending aftershocks rippling through me.
Finally, I fall limp.
My hands drop from his hair. My back flattens to the mattress. The breath punches out of me, and my legs turn to noodles.
“Holy shit.”
His responding chuckle sounds satisfied as he pulls back and gently traces one finger around my pussy, almost like he’s committing it to memory.
Then he swipes his hand across his jaw, cleaning the wetness from his face as he crawls up the bed next to me.
His fingers don’t leave me though. He trails them over my skin, up and down my arm closest to him.
I close my eyes, inhaling a deep breath. It smells like sex in our room now.
Sex and him.
“Good?” he asks.
“So good," I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.
“I don’t think I’ve heard you swear before.”
“Worth it.” My face stretches into a content smile as I blink my eyes open. When I turn toward him, his gaze snags on my bitten bottom lip, and his mouth parts as he pushes his tongue against one fang.
I’m surprised to feel completely at ease with him. No discomfort or awkwardness after the best orgasm of my life. No fear of the evil vampire and his exposed fangs. No worry about what the future holds. I'm here, in this moment, with him.
As my brain clicks back into reality, his eyes briefly flick to the top of my head before meeting my gaze. He quirks one side of his lips up when I catch him.
“What am I this time?” I ask, resigned to my fate. Even after days of practicing morning and night, there’s no way I can pull in a shift right now.
“Fox ears," he says.
I search his face, trying to figure out where his head is at. He soothes any concern I might have before I even get a chance to think it.
“Kinda sexy, to be honest.” Asher rubs his chin, looking almost embarrassed as he says it, but I’m too caught off guard to hold my reaction in.
“Really?” I say, and my hesitant smile turns into a grin. “You like?”
He nods, looking at my fox ears again. I reach up, feeling the tufted ears peeking out of my sex-mussed hair. I tilt my head, thinking about it.
“I guess it’s not that different from those sexy black cat costumes people wear at Halloween.
Just… real ears, instead of a headband?” I search inside myself, trying to sort out the tangled emotions swirling in my chest. Surprise, definitely.
Pride? Or something like it, similar to confidence or a new feeling of attractiveness.
I feel seen, accepted, kind of confused but also pleased that he likes every part of me he’s been privy to so far. I set it aside for now, satisfied with the good outweighing what might not actually be so bad. I’m ready to move on to more fun topics.
I roll onto Asher’s chest and his hands immediately find my waist. I shiver as they span much more of me than I thought they would, then sit up to straddle him, licking my lips when his eyes dilate.
“My turn.” I purr the words, my voice turning husky as I drink in the sight of him stretched out below me.
His entire body hardens under mine as I lean down to kiss his neck.
His hands lower to grip my hips, and I copy his movements from earlier.
I lick and kiss, nibble and suck my way from one ear up and down his neck to the other, then trail my lips down his chest. His nipples tighten as my mouth skims over them, and I let out a breathy, satisfied laugh as I make my way down his body.
I trace the ridges of his muscles with my fingers, then do it again with my lips when they tense and shift under my touch. I lift my gaze as I move lower, looking up at him through my lashes to see his jaw clenched and eyes fixed to me, on fire with need.
Not breaking eye contact, I flatten my tongue and lick a stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. His groan is obscene, and my answering smile is full of triumph.
When I wrap one hand around his cock and cup his balls in the other, his throat bobs in a swallow and he props himself up on his elbows, watching with anticipation for what I’ll do next. I don’t have the patience for teasing today, and I don’t think he’ll mind.
I straddle one of his legs, resting my wet pussy on his shin as I get into position.
Asher groans at the sensation. The pressure feels good on my still swollen clit, and I wiggle back and forth a bit as I settle in.
His groan turns almost tortured when I lean down and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, then suck it into my mouth.
I ease my way down the shaft, getting used to the feel of him in my mouth, then hollow my cheeks and get to work. He throws his head back, neck taught and forearms bunching as his fists clench.
“Fuck," he grinds out as I pull back, and when I suck him in again, one hand flies to the back of my head. His fingers tangle in my hair as he grabs a fistful and yanks me off him.
We stare at each other, both of us panting, me with challenge in my eyes and Asher with desperate need in his.
“I’m not gonna last if you don’t go easy on me, sunshine.”
“Don’t want you to last," I say. I tug my head toward his bobbing cock, a sting in my scalp as I pull against his grip. I bite my lip at the zing it sends through me, and he groans again, sensing the uptick in my heart rate.
“You’re going to kill me,” he growls as he relents, allowing me to take him into my mouth again. His hand stays in my hair this time, and I find I like it there. I like the give and take of power, feeling both in control and not.
I let loose and explore his pleasure, using different speeds and pressures, twisting and swirling to find what he likes.
I take note of every time his muscles tense, each hitched breath and clenched fist, until I can read him easier than an open book.
He’s shuddering under me, and I hum when he gets impossibly harder in my mouth.
“I…” he groans, “I’m going to—”
He tries to warn me, but I’ve been waiting for it, and I act as soon as I sense he’s close.
I take him as deep as I can, tears pricking my eyes when he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t let up until he’s done.
I watch his face, feeling a warmth in my chest that I get this moment when no one else does, and I keep my mouth closed around him until he’s spent, pulsing and coming straight down my throat.
I gently release him from my mouth, and his elbows slide out, dropping him flat to the bed. I bite my lip as I slide off his leg to sit next to him and my gaze roams up his heaving chest to his flushed cheeks and sex mussed hair.
Asher’s eyes are closed, and it’s his turn to try to catch his breath.
“I agree,” he finally says. “Holy shit.”
I throw myself down next to him and laugh. It’s a full bodied, heartfelt laugh, and when I turn my head to look at him, the matching smile on his face is nearly enough to stop my heart.