Chapter 30 #2
“I barely moved,” she protested, getting caught up in his game.
“So scary,” he agreed solemnly. “I suppose you must not want me to touch you if you're so determined to scare me away.”
She whimpered so prettily at the threat of him stepping back. It sent a thrill up his spine and it took all his willpower not to cover her immediately.
He wasn’t done playing yet.
But first…
“What is your safety word?” He asked, gently massaging her thighs. “What is the word you want to say to make me stop if I do something you don’t like?”
She blinked, apparently startled that he had suddenly stopped to ask. “Er, I guess… pineapple?”
Havali’s head cocked. “What is that?”
“A fruit from Earth. Er, actually, that’s a bad idea.” Her cheeks were bright and burning, matching her pretty hair. “It has to be something you can easily remember, and you don’t know that word. Erm, how about…”
“Red.”
She focused back on him. “Red? Why red?”
“It is easy to remember. Easy to say. Impossible to forget.” As he spoke, his hands were running along her body.
From the reddened flesh, darkened from her heightened emotions, to the long strands of hair spilling out around her shoulders, then down again to the tips of her dark nipples, then further to the little patch of fur over her cunt.
Red. Beautiful. The color of blood – both her bright red blood glowing under her skin and his dark red blood represented in her hair. It was the color he most associated with her. It was something he would never forget.
“Red,” she repeated softly, shivering under his touch. “Okay. So, if it gets too much, I’ll say red, and you stop. No matter what. Right?”
He grunted and nodded his understanding of the rule. He still didn’t know why it needed to be there, or why ‘stop’ or ‘no’ wouldn’t suffice, but he was willing to learn.
Getting back into his playful mindset, he grinned as he closed the last distance between them, leaning over her on the bed.
“I feel so much safer already,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Now, keep your hands still. Don’t move. You don’t want to scare me off again, right?”
Scarlet bit her lips and he grinned, kissing her cheek once before he started to kiss a trail down her body. Her jaw, the slope of her neck, the curve of her collarbone. He reached the swell off her breast and, before he could convince himself it was wrong, he bit down.
Scarlet gasped, every muscle of her body jumping in surprise, but she didn’t say her word.
A tiny drop of blood welled up and he licked it away. Then shuddered as her flavor burst across his tongue.
Just like last time, the effect was immediate. Havali growled as he felt a warmth begin in his mouth that traveled down until it hit his belly.
“What is this flavor?” He asked, not expecting, or waiting, for an answer.
He licked the tiny wound he made again, but no further blood had erupted. So, instead of lingering there, he continued downwards until he reached the lower swell of her breast. There, he bit down again, drawing forth a whimper from his female.
More blood. More of that indescribable taste and the subsequent warming of his body.
More. He needed more!
He licked and sucked his way down her belly until he reached her hip. There, he took a proper bite. His fangs sank into her skin, drawing a cry from her lips. Her blood gushed forward, following the groove of his fangs, filling his mouth with warm sweetness.
He waited for Scarlet to say her word.
Aside from the jump and punctuated cry, she remained still and silent, just as he ordered.
Her obedience combined with the strange effect of her blood was too much. He shuddered and moaned as his balls drew up and his knot ached and his seed burst forth.
Scarlet gasped. Without pressure on his knot, the load was much reduced, but the wet spot at the front of his trousers as his hips jerked forward was unmistakable.
“Did you just…”
Her voice trailed off. Havali ripped his fangs free, panting as her blood dripped onto his lips as though he were still a pup, unsure how to drink from flesh. He was dizzy. His body heated. He just came, but the urge to fuck, to mate, hadn’t faded at all.
Under him, Scarlet gasped, and it took a moment for his gaze to focus back on her.
Her eyes were wide, staring up at him.
What did she see?
He waited, but she still didn’t use her word. Her chest heaved, her hands tightened on the blanket, her hips jerked, searching, but her tongue remained silent.
Havali smirked, claws scratching down her body. She moaned.
“I could drain you dry, Healer,” he said, voice so dark and rough, he almost didn’t recognize it as his own.
“No,” she whimpered, the muscles of her belly jumping with anticipation.
And he suddenly understood why they needed the safety word. She was saying no, but she wasn’t actually telling him no. Her slit still leaked nectar for him, her body still reached for him. Her resistance was a show as much as his violence.
He didn’t want to truly hurt her. She didn’t want to truly resist him.
Ah, the fun he would have with her.
“I wish to drink from you further,” he said, wiping his finger through the twin rivulets of blood that dripped down her hip.
She watched as though entranced as he brought it to his lips and licked it clean. The heat, the taste, the burning in his belly made him shudder.
“Do you want that?” He asked, smirking.
She nodded.
Not good enough.
“Tell me, Scarlet. Let me hear you beg.”
“Please,” she obliged him. Submitting so prettily.
“Please, what?”
“Taste me,” she breathed so softly she nearly didn’t make a sound. “Please, drink more from me.”
Adorable.
Irresistible.
Havali grabbed her by the ass and jerked her upward, holding her weight in his hands as he dove between her thighs and ran his tongue up her slit. The juices her body made were even better than her blood – though without that strange effect he could still feel boiling his blood.
He didn’t have the capacity to consider that, however, as he found the clit she had mentioned. And very quickly discovered her delightful reactions when he flicked his tongue across it.