Release
A vampire cannot love. Love requires impartiality. It requires consent. Neither of which exist with a vampire.
“Ihave no idea where I’m going,” I say, walking up the dark stairs that apparently lead into Cass’ home.
“Just follow the stairs, my love,” she says, a hint of mirth in her voice. “Please do not trip—I know you almost did at the Cradle.”
“Because that shit was fucking dark,” I hiss, feeling my cheeks warm. “I didn’t think you noticed.”
I take the steps slowly, because it would be really awkward if our night ended in me falling down the stairs.
“Arya,” she says, her hand at the small of my back as she takes the steps behind me. “I noticed everything about you. You were on my mind every waking moment.”
“Then why didn’t you do anything about it?” I ask, turning at a landing and continuing up.
How fucking far down did this mansion go?
“Because I was too busy worrying about the optics. Apparently the centuries of politics finally wore off on me.”
Light emanates from the top of the stairs now and I see what looks to be the similarly designed stone chic that had permeated her bedroom.
“And now?” I ask, finally climbing into the soft lighting of what looks to be a living room. “Is there a fucking catacomb in your den?”
“Yes, we can discuss my interior design flaws at another time. Please, Arya, I want your skin on mine”
She pulls me by the arm and directs me through the hall that ends in the bedroom.
“You destroyed my room,” she grumbles.
I let out a giggle as she spins me onto the bed. “To be fair, I didn’t mean to. I was a bit upset.”
“Mhm,” she says, dropping the cloak.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, staring at immaculate breasts and a toned abdomen I’d only briefly seen in the shower. “You were naked?”
“I had literally just crawled out of bed, Arya,” she says, eyes narrowing a little. Cass leans forward, her chest close enough to kiss. She places her hands on either side of my hips, effectively pinning me and stops a millimeter from my lips.
“What—” I swallow thickly, suddenly wanting to look anywhere but her vibrant orange eyes. “What do you normally like?”
A flicker of sadness dances in the way she follows my lips. “I do not know. Truth be told, I did most of the touching. I have touched myself, of course, but—”
I nod, understanding the sentiment. The lack of trust. It’d only been a few times for me anyways, what with the hopeless pining over Percy and being a Remnant. There was really no way to hold a relationship.
“Okay,” I whisper, reaching up both hands to caress her face and jaw. “Direct me and I’ll do my best.”
She gives me a wicked grin before pushing me flat onto my back, straddling me as my legs dangle.
I let out a groan as Cass’ entire naked body presses down onto mine. Her hips rock slowly against the thin joggers separating us.
“Let me—” I let out in a huff as she presses wet kisses down my neck. “Let me get undressed.”
“I would rather see you squirm first,” she whispers against the shell of my ear.
I hiss as her tongue flicks against my earlobe and traces a pattern down my face.
She switches tact and nips gently at my neck. “It is a shame my bites no longer cause ecstasy.”
“What did it—” I let out a soft gasp as she grinds harder. “What did it feel like?”
She’s lower down my front now, pressing kisses to my neck and the top of my chest at the neckline.
“Typically,” she begins so conversationally, it’s like this isn’t the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me. “There is an element of sharpness to the feeling. It often manifests as whatever would be the greatest aphrodisiac to the victim”
“Victim?” I huff, her tongue tracing a trail along my exposed clavicle.
“Apologies,” she whispers, sounding not at all apologetic, “you would be a willing participant. We had those.”
I let out a keening groan as she nips the tight skin at the collarbone. “So, if someone smelled and tasted like a sweet spiciness that drives me fucking crazy—is that what you mean?”
Cass’ entire body stills, teeth still pressed against my neck where I figure there’ll be a hickey in the morning.
“What?” she breathes, not moving, not looking at me.
I run my hands down her bare back, cupping the ass I desperately want to play with. “It annoys me, sometimes, how perfect you are. Your morning breath smells like a sweet, sugary spice and your kisses leave my lips tingling.”
She leans back, hands resting on either side of my head. Her eyes flit around my face for a moment before she lets out a disbelieving scoff. “That should not be possible—and yet you do not lie.”
“I wouldn’t—” I start, but her mouth is against mine and I feel the incisor again. This time she doesn’t retract them, instead pricking at my lips and tongue.
I buck against her naked body, my hips seeking out pressure for the wave of ecstasy that pounds down my spine. She muffles my cries with her mouth, her tongue lapping at the words that I’m sure are already garbled and nonsensical.
“Oh, Arya,” she whispers, releasing my lips. “Oh, my heart.”
“Let me fuck you,” I let out in a pained cry, pressing her hips firmly against mine. Her ass better have nail marks after this is all said and done.
Her laugh comes out in a gasp as she rocks harder against me. “Are you sure you—”
She yelps out as I spin us both, landing her on her back with her head near the pillows. I straddle her hips and finally pin her between my own arms.
“If you’re going to dominate me,” I hiss, peeling off the shirt that’s become far too tight, “then I’m going to fight back.”
Cass’ grin turns downright predatory as her hands find my hips. “You like being prey?”
I let out a somewhat surprised wheeze, but it catches in my throat when her hands caress my ass beneath the pants.
“With you, yes,” I pant, falling forward with my head against the crook of her neck. I press kisses to her jugular, feeling the pulse point throb beneath.
She lets out a low, rumbling laugh.
And I can’t handle it anymore.
With an awkward series of leg kicks, I get my joggers down to my ankles. Cass watches with a bemused expression until I finally get my underwear off, too.
“You are beautiful,” she whispers breathily. “I cannot wait to make you mine.”
“Please,” I whimper, realizing just how much the thought excites me.
Her hands move from where they’d held firmly against my ass. One traces a path down my chest, fingers brushing over nipples that ache to be touched. The other slides between our legs.
“You make me so wet,” she whispers, and I see the way her eyes widen. The way her fingers move rhythmically—not against me, but herself.
“Oh,” I breathe, not sure what to do with my own hands. “Let me?”
Cass pauses briefly, her breaths coming faster. But she nods, just once.
I grin broadly as I slide lower down her thighs, my face coming to rest at her taut abdomen. “You’re a goddess.”
She lets out a breathy laugh but doesn’t fight the compliment.
I press a kiss to her belly button. Then lick a broad stroke down further, pausing before pressing a kiss to her pubis.
“Oh,” I huff, taking in her scent. “Oh, god, you smell so good.”
A hand presses to the back of my head and I take the cue.
The first lick alone almost sends me over the edge. I fight the urge to use my own hand to release the pressure. But, God, she tastes like forever.
Like everything. Like my everything.
“I’m going to come before you do,” I whimper, tracing my tongue up her drenched slit.
Cass says something, but it’s caught in an unintelligible groan. A noise I’ve never heard and desperately want to never forget.
She moves my head further up and I oblige, wrapping my hands between her thighs and hip instead.
“Arya,” she gasps, bucking against my face, her taste inundating my senses in the best way. “Arya, please—I…”
I suck and nip at her clit, each electing a tightening grip at my hair. Her nails dig into my scalp, scratching as I suck.
“Fuck me with your fingers, too,” she groans, and I catch a view of her back arching, both of her hands kneading at her breasts. “God, Arya, I need you inside me.”
I let out a growl that feels downright animalistic before sliding a finger into soaking wet flesh. Her walls flutter and contract, the added stimulation drenching my mouth in fluid.
“Another, please, you feel so—“ She screams out a string of words that sound like they’re from another millennia. “Fuck!”
She bucks against my mouth, and I barely ride the movements as I insert another finger. I curl against her front walls, roughly brushing at the sensitive flesh.
“God,” she cries again, her voice pitching higher than it usually does. “God, fuck! Fuck! I’m—”
She lets out a keening sob before bucking against my hand and face. I suck at her clit with as much as I can give, thrusting two fingers at a rhythmless pace.
“Don’t—” she pants. “Don’t stop—”
I glance up to see Cass’ mouth locked in a silent scream, eyes screwed tight.
Then her body falls slack, legs flopping onto the bed. Her hands scrabble for the back of my head and she tugs me by the half-done braid.
Her lips meet mine. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t help the loosed sob. Cass’ labored breathing is only interrupted by the slight twitching and jumping of her abdomen.
“You—” she breaths, parting our lips. “You are everything.”
“Do you—” I let out a laughing scream as she spins us both—the apparent laxity in her body clearly a ruse.
“I am going to ravish you,” she breathes and I see the gentle red hue before feeling the strong binds wrap around my ankles and wrists. “And I want to hear you scream.”
She straddles my hips, pressing her soaked center against mine. She reaches fingers between us, spreading her lips—and then mine. The contact sends a shudder of pleasure up my spine, spurred on by the gorgeous body over me.
“Oh my—” I huff out as she grinds against me. The red lightning mark undulates with her body, rippling and dancing like a living bolt. It, too, glows a soft red.
My head hits the bed, back arching. Her gyrating get stronger and faster. Her body is like tight iron between my thighs, rocking with frenzied movements that I can’t follow.
“Fuck,” I let out in a cry. “Fuck, Cass—”
Between half-closed, blurred eyes I can see her wide, vampiric grin. Her incisors gleam in the red light glowing from the binds at my wrists.
“Bite me,” I let out in a whine.
“Are you sure?” she whispers, her face closer than it had been before. She’s so fast.
“Please,” my voice cracks with the way her spiced scent reaches my nose, her wetness spreading on my stomach. “God, please.”
Her lips press against my jugular. I feel the way her body curls up mine, her slick flesh still firmly against my own.
She rocks once, electing a soft gasp from deep inside my chest before teeth plunge into my neck.
The effect is immediate.
“Fuck!” I scream, voice hoarse. My back arches as pure ecstasy floods my mind.
Bright lights flash behind my eyelids and my abdomen flexes almost painfully.
My jaw locks in a silent scream as whatever is in her fangs continues into my bloodstream. Vibrations of her humming against my skin feel like deep laughter as fluid drips down my thighs.
I ride out my orgasm as Cass applies gentle fingers to my sensitive clit.
She pulls back a little, and her tongue runs the length of my neck. “Good girl,” she whispers. “You are all mine—forever.”
I nod mutely as the binds evaporate. She rolls off me and onto the bedding beside me. Her strong arms wrap around my torso, pulling me against her.
“You are so perfect,” she whispers into my ears, my consciousness fading quickly from an orgasm that took everything. “So lovely.”
“All yours?” I ask, somewhat dully, catching up with the conversation.
“If you will have me, my love,” she says, kissing my neck and the spot below my ear.
“Yes, please,” I say as sleep takes my brain.