Chapter 12 #3
Wrapping my mouth around the wound, I suck, the smallest droplets of her blood bursting across my taste buds. Nariko presses me against the couch and sits up, her hair gathered over one shoulder again.
“You are fucking stunning,” I praise her in the flare of lightning that cracks just outside the window.
I can’t tell if she’s blushing or if it’s from the mating heat.
She shoves her fingers into my mouth and pries my mouth open, my fangs on display. “Shut up and let me fuck you.”
Nariko presses the pad of her thumb against the sharp point, piercing herself, then hovers it over my mouth.
One singular drop falls onto my lip. It’s warm, the iron scent flooding my senses. My tongue flicks out, gathering the gift she’s willingly giving me.
Delicious.
Nariko tests her hips, giving a low rock that steals my fucking breath.
“Yes, that’s what I want. Oh, fuck,” she moans, tossing her head back as she picks up speed.
I meet her motions, pressing into her like I know she needs. Another drop of blood is about to leave her thumb, and I open my mouth, fucking greedy for it.
“Mmm, if you feed me like this”—she grinds—“then, I’ll be more than happy to feed you like that.”
I suck her thumb back into my mouth, swiping my tongue over the small cut so it heals faster. Since my blood is in her system and she’s bound to me, she will live as long as I will, and heal quicker, but still not as fast as I can.
My hands become greedy, sliding up her body, infatuated with how silken her skin is.
I’m amazed by her. It’s the easiest, simplest way to put it.
I cup her breasts, tugging on her hard nipples. The dark brown peaks have my mouth watering. I sit up, sucking one into my mouth, turning my head to the left for my right fang to scrape the sensitive bead.
Nariko moans, fucking me harder, running her fingers through my hair to hold on tight.
We’re both lost in the other.
She holds my head against her chest, right next to where her heart beats.
“Ah, god. Oklahoma. I can’t get over how good you feel. Oh my god,” she mewls with a sway of her hips.
I suck her nipple into my mouth again, kneading it with my palm in rough grasps. Nariko shouts in pleasure as I rake my claws down her sides. My mate likes a little pain with her pleasure.
That’s good to know.
“I want…” I whisper so low that she can’t hear me over the loud booming thunder and pouring rain.
I grab at her body harder; every push of my fingers digs into her skin.
Any harder, and I’d puncture. “I just…need…” I lick her chest; the strong bahdum bahdum of her heart beating for me in wild velocity has my control slipping, and my craving for her becoming deeper than I am inside her.
I curl my hand around her waist, sliding it down to palm a handful of her ass. Her body rolls against mine, meeting thrust for thrust, dying to claim the heat yet never wanting it to end. Using her body as leverage, I pull her to me faster, harder, leveling up our pace.
The perfumed scent of her arousal-induced pheromones seeps into my skin.
She gasps while I pant, our air becoming mixed, keeping each other alive.
“Nariko,” I groan her name onto her chest, my vision pulsating to the same rhythm as her heart.
“Oh, god, Oakley. Oh, oh, oh, don’t stop. I’m so close. Oh god, this is going to kill me. How am I going to survive this?” Nariko claws at my back and breaks my skin, the scratches burning with every drag she gives.
Oh, fuck, the thought of her marking me has my orgasm threatening to possess the moment.
Not until she does.
I sink my fangs right above her breast, moaning against her body when I pierce the heart of my fated mate. I drag her into me, the fresh warm blood sating me in ways nothing and no one ever has.
“Oakley!” she cries out my name, my name, and clenches around me; every fucking tense of her orgasm pulls my own from me.
“Fuck! Nariko,” I growl, yelling her name in an animalistic tone that echoes in the house.
My fangs dig into her more. Blood flows freely from the marred flesh. I do what I can to drink it, lapping at it as if I’m dying of thirst.
It dribbles to her breast, rolling over her nipple, and I dive, sucking as much as I can fit in my mouth. I’m unable to hide how good she feels, the erotic sounds that come from me…I’ve never made with anyone else.
The last I remember. And it’s been a few decades.
She comes again, this time, a quiet scream catches in her throat at the same time another wicked, bright bolt of lightning cracks outside.
Nariko collapses on top of me, her eyes closed as she leans her cheek against my shoulder. By the steady pace of her breathing, she’s asleep.
I smirk as a bit of pride has me puffing my chest.
“God, Sugar,” I kiss her bare shoulder and lie down, keeping my arms around her. “I love you, but I think you already know that.” I run my fingers through her hair, my own eyes hooding with exhaustion as the mating heat lulls enough to allow us to rest.
It isn’t over.
With Nariko in my arms, holding her body against mine, knowing my fated mate is right here and accepts me for who I am without hesitation, I hope the mating heat never ends.
Because being close to her isn’t close enough.
It never will be.