Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
This was dangerous. Far more so than Nyte had realized.
The way Ember was looking at him now, with the lust in her eyes tempered by something soft, something affectionate, something...unfamiliar, it was nearly more than he could bear. It made him feel wanted. Full. Confused.
And it made his desire burn with the heat of a thousand stars.
Even at the height of his entanglement with Sarnessa, he’d not felt such want, such need.
His fingers flexed, and the tender flesh of her thighs yielded beneath them. Ember’s cunt lay before him, pink and swollen, delicate and delectable, and the scent of her arousal…
Was this how mortals felt when they were drunk? This headiness, this haze, this absence of self-control? This yearning? Ember’s sweet fragrance swirled around him, flooded him, permeated him, weaving with the very shadows that comprised his being, and he welcomed it.
His tail lashed, his body thrummed with anticipation, and the pressure low in his belly forced his cock to take shape.
He couldn’t withhold a groan. That flesh was so sensitive that even the touch of the cool air was almost too much to resist. He swore he could feel the heat radiating from Ember, washing over him in waves, enticing him and urging him closer.
Ember’s essence glistened on her cunt like dew drops gathered on the petals of a flower. Nyte’s hunger deepened and expanded, becoming something as vast and unfathomable as the empty space between the stars.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Dropping his head, he dragged his tongue up her slit, gathering every drop of her essence until he reached the hard bud of her clit. He gave it a flick. Ember gasped, her body jolting, but his shadows held her legs apart, keeping her from closing herself off to him.
“Nyte,” she breathed, tugging at her wrist restraints.
His gaze met Ember’s as her taste spread over his tongue. “Long had I heard mortals speak of ambrosia, of a drink so sweet and pure it is reserved only for the gods. Now I know it is no myth.”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
He grinned as he moved his mouth back to her pussy, allowing his breath to whisper over her as he spoke. “Oh, I do not intend to, witch.”
Nyte licked her again and again, his tongue caressing her labia, teasing her entrance, and circling her clit without applying direct pressure or contact.
He relished her every reaction—the twitches coursing through her, the way she rolled her hips, every sigh and moan escaping her lips.
All of it begged him for more without the need for words.
And though his desire had swelled to swallow up his entire being, though it ached with a ferocity like he’d never known, though he craved more than anything to be inside Ember, he obliged her. Her pleasure was his own, and her taste was a thrill in itself.
He needed more.
Pushing her thighs higher, spreading her sex wider, Nyte thrust his tongue deep inside her hot cunt. With his fangs pressed to her delicate flesh, he pumped his tongue. Her inner walls clenched around it.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, arching her back. “Nyte…”
His cock twitched, and he closed his eyes in satisfaction at the sound of his name on her lips. Such passion, such reverence…
Nyte quickened his strokes, curling his tongue in a way that made Ember moan and strain against her bindings as she undulated her hips. He wanted to hear his name again, wanted to hear her crying it out like a benediction, wanted her to sing it into the night.
He directed his shadows to flow over her skin, to caress her, to enfold her in his dark embrace that he might feel all of her at once.
Her cunt wept with her essence, and he lapped it all up, thirsty for more. She was so sweet, so warm and wet.
She was…his.
Mine. Fucking mine.
Her breath came in shallow pants, and her thighs trembled beneath his palms.
Withdrawing his tongue, Nyte latch onto her clit and sucked.
“Nyte!” Ember cried out.
Willing the claws on two of his fingers shorter, he thrust them inside her as he lashed her clit mercilessly with his tongue. Her inner walls clamped around his fingers, squeezing so tight that the sensation jolted straight to his cock.
Hells, what would it feel like to be sheathed in her? To feel her body so hungrily gripping his shaft, drawing him deeper and deeper?
I will know soon enough.
Her hips moved in time with the pumping of his fingers, and he did not relent his hold of her clit.
Nyte lifted his gaze to look up along her body. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved with her rapid breaths. His shadows swirled around the hard buds of her nipples. Her moans escalated as the motion of her hips sped, urging him to drive his fingers harder and faster.
This sight of his Ember so swept up in passion, so lost in it, was the most beautiful, seductive thing he’d ever seen. The ache in his cock compounded, and he forced his hips down to press his shaft atop the bed. That added pressure did nothing to alleviate the pain; it only strengthened his need.
Her body tensed, and she let out a hitched, broken cry as liquid heat flooded her core, washing over his fingers and hand.
With a growl, Nyte tore his lips from her clit and replaced his fingers with his mouth, once more thrusting his tongue inside her as he drank her essence.
He circled her clit with his thumb, prolonging her orgasm and coaxing more of that delicious nectar from her.
When her cries faded, he didn’t stop his ministrations. He gentled his touch and leisurely stroked her as his tongue laved her skin, licking up every drop. She moaned softly, her hips moving languidly with his touch.
“Nyte,” she whispered, calling his gaze back up to her face. She was looking down at him, her eyes soft and gleaming with contentment. “Let me touch you.”
“Soon, my witch.” He brushed his lips over her inner thigh. It quivered, and he felt her pulse thrumming.
Mine. She is mine.
Before he knew what he was doing, his lips had peeled back, his mouth opened, and he sank his fangs into her flesh.
“Ah!” Ember gasped, her muscles tensing beneath his palms, but she could not break his unwavering grip as he drank the sweetness of her blood. “Nyte, what are you— Oh God!”
Her ragged breaths soon turned to cries of pleasure, and she trembled beneath him as she reached another climax.
When he withdrew his fangs, he licked the punctures he’d made, sealing the wounds but leaving his mark behind.
And that mark looked right there. It belonged there.
Nyte licked his lips to clean away the final traces of blood and essence smeared upon them before slowly crawling up her body, trailing his mouth over her as he went.
He kissed her mons, her soft belly, and between her breasts, right over her fluttering heart.
Ember wriggled, shivering with each touch of his lips.
When his pelvis connected with hers and his shaft nestled between the folds of her scalding cunt, a shudder wracked him, and he gritted his teeth against it. Pleasure buzzed along his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. He wasn’t even inside her yet, but this was sublime.
Nyte sat up and caught her breasts in his hands, kneading their giving flesh.
Hells, how could anything be so soft? Pinching her nipples, he gave each a teasing twist. She inhaled sharply and arched her back, grinding against his cock.
The hot, slick friction against that sensitive flesh was nearly his end.
“My Ember, your body responds to me so beautifully,” Nyte purred as he lowered his mouth to her breast, swirling his tongue around one of her budded nipples.
Moaning, Ember tugged against the shadow bindings. “Please let me go.”
No!
That word burst from his very soul, resonating through him with startling potency. It sparked an inferno in his chest, his heart flaring, raging, threatening to burst with a swell of emotion.
Now that he had her, he refused to let her go, refused to—
Her words from earlier struck him, piercing that emotion.
Let me touch you.
Something rippled through him, something just as powerful as the possessiveness that had gripped him. It was his desire reasserting itself.
Had he not wondered over and over again how it would feel to have her hands upon his body? Touching, exploring, pleasuring… Had he not spent the darkest hours of these past nights fighting the urge to stare at her sleeping form and envision everything they could do, every way they could join?
“I will release you.” Nyte dragged the tip of a fang over her nipple as he met her gaze. “But you remain mine, witch.”
“Yes,” she breathed, trembling. “I’m yours, Nyte.”
Fuck.
Growling, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked, wringing another moan from her. With a final, lingering caress, the shadows around her limbs dissipated, their magic flowing back into him.
As soon as she was released, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands delved into his hair, clutching at the strands as she gripped the bases of his horns. The slight pain from those tugs only heightened his need.
Now. He needed to be inside her now.
Letting go of her nipple with a final nip of his fangs, Nyte pushed himself up, forcing her to let go of his head. Her hands fell to his shoulders and smoothed down his chest, where her fingers toyed with his nipples and their piercings.
Pleasure surged through him, making his cock throb insistently against her wet cunt. He bared his clenched teeth as he struggled to restrain himself.
The simplest of touches from her were nearly enough to undo him.
His gaze met hers. She stared up at him, her half-lidded eyes dark blue and smoldering, her hair a silver halo around her head. She was a vision of beauty in a way the immortal world could never match, every tiny imperfection only enhancing her loveliness.