9. Finley #2
“Let me,” he ordered, settling his hand on my hips. “You realize if you let me do this once, drinking from any other source but your vein won’t be an option anymore, right?”
“I’m well aware of what I’m doing, Ven,” I answered using the nickname I’d heard Rath use.
“We are bonded together for life and that makes you one of my mates. How can I treat you any differently than them? I hardly knew any of them before my first heat forced their hands, claiming me, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
Rath and I stumbled upon each other in the worst situation and made it work.
You appearing in my life the way you did is just how the universe decided it should be and who am I to argue? ”
Derven grabbed my throat and pulled me into a harsh kiss of teeth and blood as this time, he didn’t hold back from biting.
I moaned as he licked along my chin, cleaning up what had leaked from the corner of my mouth, then sucked harshly on my ravaged bottom lip.
Each pull felt like he was between my legs, sucking on my clit, and my legs began to shake, threatening to drop me.
Derven, however, was prepared for this and wrapped his hand that wasn’t around my throat against my hips, slamming them into his pelvis.
I could feel him in his jeans bulging against the fabric, begging to be released.
My hands slid down his chest until they met the top of his jeans, and I grabbed his shirt, pulling it out of my way as I fumbled to free his cock.
I paused as he nipped at my throat just under my jaw.
“So needy, sangele meu, there is no rush. We have all the time in the world, you and I.” He purred.
He released his hold on me and gripped the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head, revealing a lean, sculpted chest. Derven was not as sturdy as my werewolf mates nor the effortlessly fluid build of my elf.
No, this vampire before me was like a marble statue, all muscle that rippled under his skin without an ounce of fat on him.
One would think that it would make him look emaciated, but instead, it showed off every part of his psyche.
My hands reached out of their own accord, tracing every corded muscle of his abs until I was once more at his waist. I used both hands to follow the dip of his hips leading right to where I wanted to see next.
With the button already loose, I pulled both sides of his jeans apart, the sound of the zipper loud in the silence accompanied by our panting breaths.
Then, using my supernatural strength, I yanked down his pants, revealing a pair of blood-red silk boxers tented by his rock-hard cock.
“Now it’s my turn,” Derven announced as he hooked his thumbs around the band of my pants and, far more slowly than I, lowered them.
Dropping to his knees, he took in my body that was now bare to him since I hadn’t bothered to put on underwear.
Secretly I’d been hoping one of my other mates would have grown tired of waiting and sought me out.
Then again, one of them had, and here he was staring at me with hunger wild in his eyes.
“Perfect, absolutely perfect,” he whispered, letting his hands run up my legs until he hooked a hand behind my left knee and pulled it to rest over his shoulder.
“As an assassin, I’m sure you know where all the major arteries are, but this one has always been a favorite,” Derven said as he placed a kiss on my inner thigh.
“Though I don’t get to enjoy it often since it’s quite intimate, don’t you agree? ”
My hand in his hair tightened at the kiss, trying to hold myself upright while on one leg.
Derven reached around and cupped my ass, pulling me closer to his face as he kissed the top of my pussy just above the clit.
“Did you know that there’s another vein here?
While it isn’t a major artery, it certainly is fun to drink from. ”
Teasing me, he pressed a kiss to my clit, then pulled back, dipping his head, and licked my from ass to clit, making me scream as his fangs sank into my flesh on either side.
As he sucked, I thought I was going to pass out from the feel of him drinking as he licked my clit at the same time.
The only thing keeping me standing was him and I couldn’t do anything but trust he wouldn’t drop me—not that I would care as long as he didn’t stop.
A few more gulps, and he released me, stood, picked me up, and laid me on the couch. “Sangele meu, I will show you things you never thought were possible, but for our first time, I want to be inside you as you give me the gift of life through your blood.”
“What does that mean? Sangele meu,” I asked.
Derven nuzzled into my neck, placing a kiss on my pulse.
“It means my blood,” he answered. “To my people, it means more than the blood that runs through your veins. It means life, purpose, a reason for being. All things you provide to me as my bond, but Finley… you are becoming so much more than that to me. The fates knew I needed someone to give me a higher purpose for my life, something that gave living this long a meaning. You, my beautiful mate, because that is what you are. You make me want everything out of life and I thought I lost that feeling long ago.”
Reaching up, I grabbed his face and pulled him down to me, letting my emotions be said with actions and allowing him in my thoughts, knowing they would express my feelings best. I felt him shuffle about for a moment, then the blunt head of his cock pressed at my entrance.
“Are you ready to be fucked by your first and only vampire?” Derven rumbled in my ear, his teeth nipping before moving to my jaw, where he nibbled affectionately as I moaned my agreement. “It’s one hell of a ride, so I’d hold on tightly,” he warned right before slamming into my pussy.
A shout of surprise burst out of me that was quickly changed to whimpering as Derven pounded into me harder and faster than anyone ever had before.
If I wasn’t a super, he would have split me and half, but I still would have been thanking him for it.
My fingers dug into his back, my nails biting into his skin, making him hiss and his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Fuck yes, mark me, claim me, so everyone knows that I’m owned by you.
” He growled along my neck before he licked up the column of flesh.
“I know the truth, Finley, you might be an omega, an assassin for hire, but no one owns you. It’s quite the opposite, isn’t it?
You, my beloved sangele meu, you own us all,” Derven said with a roar before his fangs pierced my skin, sending me instantly over the cliff headlong into an orgasm.
“God, yes,” I screamed, back arching as I thrust myself down on him as he slammed into me. It felt as if he was going to reach all the way up my stomach with how deep and powerfully he fucked the ever-living shit out of me.
Derven flipped us, so I was on top riding him, my hands splayed on his chest. I could feel the trickle of blood running down my neck, but Derven sat up and used his tongue to clean up his mess.
My pussy took all of him, so my clit was rubbing on his pelvis as I ground and swirled my hips, leaning forward to get the best angle.
Derven latched onto one of my tits, teeth scraping my nipple, making me groan at the shocks it sent through my body.
“Ride me, ride me well, take what you want from my body as I take from yours,” Derven taunted before he bit my breast in perfect placement to torture me with every swallow he sucked on my nipple. This caused another climax to carry me away as my body acted on autopilot.
Panting breaths, the tang of copper in the air from my blood, and the sound of slapping skin as I worked my hips assaulted my senses, making it so nothing else in the world mattered but what was happening right now.
“I’m going to come,” Derven grunted as he grabbed my hips and held me still so he could fuck me how he needed.
It wasn’t long before I felt his cum shooting into me, something I wasn’t sure could happen, but it sure as hell did. As if his cum held the same magic as his bites, I joined him in release, dropping to his chest and clinging to him as each spurt sent shockwaves up my spine.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, sweat slicking our bodies as we held each other. “You weren’t lying about the wild ride.”
Derven chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my head. “We’re not quite finished. I haven’t gotten to taste my favorite spot yet.”
“You need more blood?” I asked, feeling like three bites was a lot.
Sitting us up only to lay me down on my back, he showered my face with kisses.
“Sangele meu, those were what we call love bites, purely done to induce an orgasm. I wanted to save the real meal for last now that one of my hungers has been filled. This way, it ensures I don’t take too much from you.
” He shared, crawling back down my body to lay with his face right at my pussy.
“Normally, it wouldn’t take this much, and it won’t unless I’m severely wounded.
As I mentioned, I’ve been practically starved for fifty years and your blood packs a punch which is helpful to speed up my recovery. ”
I let my fingers comb through his hair, feeling relaxed and well fucked. “Take what you need, my mate. I will ensure you never go hungry again.”
Derven took me at my word as he latched onto the artery running along the inside of my thigh. My body exploded with pleasure, almost as if a bomb detonated inside me. Now I understood why they outlawed vampires drinking from the vein. This was better than any drug a human could create.
When he’d taken his fill, Derven scooped me up and carried me out of the office and into his bedroom. He tucked me in against his chest, wrapping me up in his arms, humming a song I didn’t know but lulled me to sleep almost instantly.