Chapter 31
Scarlet
Something had definitely happened to Havali.
The moment he licked her blood off her breast, something had changed. There was a new tension to his shoulders, a new wildness in his movements. His pupils were blown out like he was high, and he had come without even touching his cock.
Something definitely happened the moment he drank her blood.
But she could not focus long enough to consider what that might be as he ate her out like a starving man at a buffet.
He had kneeled at the edge of the bed, but it was too low for him to reach her easily, so he had just picked her up, putting all her weight in his hands and on her shoulders.
He looked at her over her mound and his blown-out eyes locking with hers only made the flicking of his tongue across her clit that much more intense.
It bordered on pain. Especially with the prick of his fangs. Though, he was much more careful there at the sensitive membranes than he had been at her skin.
She didn’t care though.
The bite of pain was incredible. The feeling of his fangs sinking into her flesh better than she could have imagined.
It hurt. But in the best way. It zapped straight to her pussy and only heightened the pleasure. Even now, the lingering ache only enhanced his efforts as he slid his fingers inside her and began to stroke her sensitive, inner walls.
“There!” She cried out when he brushed against her G-spot.
Obligingly, he did it again.
It was like a burst of lightning shooting through her body.
She couldn’t contain the scream or the jerking of her muscles as the climax ripped through her with a near violent intensity.
Havali’s grip only tightened, and his tongue kept up its frantic lashes until she was near sobbing, begging him to stop because it was too sensitive.
Only when tears welled up in her eyes did he slowly set her down. He was staring at her with wide, amazed, eyes. His face was shiny, and it took a few seconds for her pleasure drunk brain to realize that it was wet because of her.
Embarrassment bubbled up in her belly, but when she tried to close her legs, he growled, fangs glinting in the light. The threat sent another ripple up through her body.
“You are mine,” he snarled crawling over her, sending shivers of fear and arousal bursting across her body.
He was a predator and the threat he represented was at once terrifying and exciting.
“You never hide your body from me. This-” he smacked her pussy, making her whimper, “-is mine. You don’t get to keep it from me. ”
She trembled but nodded. Fierce pleasure crossed his face.
“Good female,” he whispered.
Scarlet would never tolerate someone calling her something like that ordinarily. Before this, she would say that she didn’t even like it.
But the growl in Havali’s deep voice sent butterflies rioting in her belly, making her a liar. Knowing that she pleased him, that she was good for him, turned her insides to mush.
He was a predator, and she was just helpless prey eager to bend over for his pleasure.
He didn’t afford her the chance this time. He claimed her lips, kissing her deeply – rewarding her for her obsequiousness.
Throughout all this, Havali remained fully dressed. Being completely nude while he was not made her self-conscious, embarrassed, and excited.
He reached between their bodies, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her by accident as he unsealed his pants and let his cock burst forth.
She wanted to see it, but she didn’t want to break the kiss.
She couldn’t move anyway. He hadn’t given her permission and she wanted, so badly, to feel the warmth of his approval again.
A weight suddenly smacked against her belly.
Hot and heavy and throbbing. She didn’t need to look to know what she would see.
The triangular shaped ridges coming down from the top of the head.
The thick, angry veins. The pulsing knot at the base.
A pseudoknot by Standard definition. It would expand inside her, but not lock.
It would just plug her entrance until he pulled free.
Only once the pressure was gone would it subside.
Until then, he would fill her with his abundant cum. He would clutch her close and not let go. She wanted that. She wanted everything.
She wanted him to claim her as his mate.
The squeezing, painful, yearning made a sob choke their kiss. She broke it, turning her head away as she gasped for breath. Struggling with the desire that clogged her chest.
Havali was kissing and nibbling at her neck. Not biting but teasing her with his fangs.
“Do you need to use your word, Healer?” He asked, tilting her hips back.
Scarlet gasped as she felt something pushing at her entrance. But it wasn’t his cock. The weight of that hadn’t moved from her belly.
His tail, she realized, finally breaking her stillness to grab him, both hands clutching at his shirt as he worked the appendage into her hole and fucked her with it. Slow and rippling. Teasing that incredible spot with the tip at each pass.
“Havali, I want you,” she said, trembling. She didn’t mean physically but couldn’t complain when that’s what she got.
Havali pulled his tail free and replaced it with his cock. Scarlet had just enough time to take in a single, stuttered breath before he thrust forward.
Her back arched off the bed as she cried out, hands pulling desperately on his shirt. Too big. She wasn’t ready for just how stuffed she would feel. It wasn’t precisely painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either, and she writhed under him as Havali quickly divested himself of his shirt.
He didn’t thrust yet. He held himself still as he bared his body, letting her accustom herself to his size at her own pace.
She took in a few breaths, focusing on relaxing all her pelvic muscles.
A task made easier when Havali began sucking and licking at her neck again.
Threatening her with the penetration of his fangs.
“Do it,” she begged, clutching his head with one hand, his ass with the other. She wasn’t sure exactly what she meant.
Havali didn’t make her choose.
He pulled his hips back. He placed his fangs at her throat. For a split second, he was still. Waiting. For her, she realized. To say her word.
She was silent as she canted her hips up just a bit more. Giving him a straight shot.
He thrust at the same instant his fangs pierced her throat.
Scarlet screamed. The rush of endorphins made her dizzy as he pounded her into the bed. It couldn’t be blood loss. He barely took any. Sipping on her like a fine wine as he fucked her stupid.
Her second orgasm wasn’t as unexpected as the first, but she still wasn’t prepared for just how powerful it was, sweeping over her body like a tsunami, wiping out everything that wasn’t Havali.
The weight of his body on hers. The force of his thrusts.
The grith of his cock, and the swipe of his tongue.
Her voice broke. She couldn’t cry out again when she felt something at her pucker.
His tail. Wet from being inside her. He wasn’t going to…
He was.
He did.
She couldn’t handle it. That small pressure led to an invasion she had never experienced before, and the pressure was too much.
“No more,” she whimpered, even as she clung to him.
Havali didn’t stop. She didn’t want him to stop.
His grunts became erratic, his movements wild.
That knot, that incredible knot, expanded at her entrance. The pressure of it was unreal. She didn’t have a breath to scream as it filled her. Havali’s roar of completion was cut off when he struck again, burying his fangs in her shoulder this time.
The pain of the bite, the pressure of the knot, sent her over the edge. The third orgasm, so close on the heels of the second, was painful ecstasy. She shook and spasmed under him as he grabbed her with both arms, locking her in place as the warm jets of his seed filled her.
Even better than she imagined.
The slow return to sanity seemed to take forever. Scarlet wasn’t complaining. The way Havali’s grasp softened, as he began licking gently at the two bite wounds he had left on her upper body, was mesmerizing and she found herself dozing.
Her own hands moved as well. She stroked one up and down his back as the other played with the loose, messy strands of his hair.
Havali was the one who moved first. He leaned back, smiling down at her with such a peaceful, loving expression, it banished even the memory of pain from her body. Anything would be worth having those tender eyes on her.
“How are you?” He asked, pushing her hair from her sweat dampened face. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “Felt good.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, humming contentedly. “I liked you biting me.”
He searched her face for a long minute, as though checking the sincerity of her words, before some tension eased from his shoulders.
His forehead came down to rest against hers. “Ah, Healer. You are perfect.”
She grinned, her arms tightening around his torso. She clung to him as he turned, clutching her close so that he didn’t slip out of her. Happy to find herself splayed out underneath him, she nuzzled in closer, letting out a long sigh as she rested to the sound of his three toned heart.
They stayed that way for a long time. Until Havali insisted that they needed to separate.
“No,” she mumbled, surprisingly comfortable with him still inside her.
He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I have to tend to your wounds.”
She grumbled something under her breath but made no attempt to move.
Havali needed no help though. He locked his arms around her back before pushing himself up. She complained weakly as he stood and walked them to his bathroom. Only once they were within his shower did he finally pull free.
Scarlet shuddered and moaned. Not just from the soreness brought about from his size finally being freed, but also from the sticky warmth that gushed down her thighs.
She thought it would be gross, but just like the praise she hadn’t realized would be so good, feeling him dripping out of her was strangely thrilling.
She hadn’t just been lazy when she refused to move at his suggestion. She felt weak, like her bones had been replaced with jelly.
Havali continued without her assistance. He cleaned between her thighs. He wiped away the blood that had dried on her neck, shoulder, and hip. The bleeding hadn’t stopped yet, but that was his fault, in a way. Domini saliva prevented clotting to enable them to drink more.
But he had an aid kit in his room and, after cleaning her off, he set her on the counter before fetching it and tending to the small bite wounds.
He applied a sweet-smelling cream that helped clot the wounds so they could heal.
Once they had stopped bleeding, he put on another cream.
This one had a harsher smell, but it would prevent infection and accelerate healing.
The healing ring could seal them in moments, of course, but it was a bit like using sutures to fix a paper cut. Excessive and unnecessary. The medication would work slower, but she didn’t need anything more than that.
Only when she was cleaned, dried, and tended to did Havali finally take her back to his bedroom. He laid her down and made her comfortable before climbing into bed after her. She was only too eager to open her arms and hold him close.
“Sleep, Healer,” he ordered, stroking her back gently. “We have another fun day tomorrow.”
She hummed happily. “Can I come back to your room again?”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He hadn’t claimed her as his mate yet. He had used possessive language, but that wasn’t the same as being his mate.
That’s what she wanted.
Visions of his claiming filled her head as she drifted off to sleep.