Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
PAISLEY
The look of horror he shoots my way surprises me. Indignation rises, and I speak without thought. My body tenses with offense. “ What is that look for? Is my blood not good enough or something?” I ask with more than a slight bite to my words.
Pressure at my waist makes me look down and I’m surprised to find his tail wrapped around me, holding me to him. I suppose he thought I was going to get off his lap, and he’s making sure I don’t go anywhere.
The small display of dominance is…titillating.
Focusing on the matter at hand I urge him. “ Well …?”
“ It is not that your blood is distasteful to me, it is quite the opposite. I’ve made no doubt that I desire you. I am…concerned that taking your blood would incite my bloodlust and I wouldn’t stop. I am not starving as I was yesterday, but I am rather hungry. It would destroy what’s left of my soul if I hurt you, Paisley .”
Understanding floods through me. “ You won’t hurt me. You stopped yourself last night in the cemetery, and I’ve no doubt you would stop before you took too much. Logically , it’s the best choice. Grady’s visit last night tells me that they’re watching my house, so it would be a risk for you to come and go, even with that invisible glamour. This is the technological age. It takes one slip up because you’re weak or distracted, and then your inhuman self is plastered across the internet for billions of humans to see.
Since you’re here, Grady will have reported that back to Brad , so I won’t get that second week’s worth of reprieve. He’s going to see your presence here as me flaunting another man in his face as a deterrent. If I wasn’t safe before, I’m damn sure not safe now.”
The low growl followed by a snarl is his response to my explanation. Frustration rife in both sounds.
“ It’ll be okay,” I soothe.
Reaching down, I grab one of his rough, black scaled hands, pressing down on the tip of one finger as I bring it to my neck. I know I’ve won when he doesn’t stop me since my intent is clear. Using the tip of his razor-sharp claw, I nick the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, forcing myself not to wince at the tiny flair of pain. I see his pupils blow out the instant the scent of my blood registers to his superior sense of smell.
A low whine escapes his throat, and he swallows hard. The hand I used to cut my neck tenderly cups the back of my head, thick fingers tangling in my long garnet-colored tresses while his other grasps my ass more securely. His tail tightens around my waist infinitesimally.
“ Gods , help me. I can deny you nothing.” Are the words he grinds out before baring a set of massive fangs and sinking them deep into my fragile skin. At the first draw of his mouth, I feel heat shoot from where he’s latched at my neck, down to my nipples, then to my clit.
My brows furrow.
Well that’s unexpected .
Abruptly , I realize that every time he swallows, my arousal deepens. It’s like he’s pumping an aphrodisiac into me as he drinks. Laithog moans and drags me closer to him, shoving my crotch against the cradle of his hips. The heat hits me like a freight train and lust surges within me. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Writhing mindlessly, I grab both of Laithog’s horns and pull his head closer to me, desperate to anchor myself to something amidst these overwhelming feelings.
Without removing his mouth, he releases the hold on my hair, and I feel his hand shove between our bodies and grab the waist of my panties, ripping them off me with a jerk. Desperate for relief, I spread my legs, making room for his hand. We both moan when his searching fingers find my drenched slit. Without hesitation, he shoves two thick digits in me, curling them forward and hitting my g-spot unerringly.
The orgasm is instant, and I scream out my pleasure, throwing my head back in ecstasy while still desperately clinging to horns, holding them to my neck. With a snarl, Laithog rips his fangs from my flesh. The hot glide of his tongue runs across the wound, causing it to tingle. Using his free hand, he removes my hands from his horns and forces them behind me, holding them hostage in the small of my back.
Meanwhile , his tail slithers up inside my nightgown, the tip emerging at the neckline and the sound of ripping fabric fills the silence.
He .
Just .
Ripped .
My .
Muumuu .
Off .
With his tail!
Tossing the ruined material to the side, his eyes bore into my bared breast. Leaning down, he takes one of my aching nipples into the heat of his mouth and sucks. My eyes roll at the sensation, only to emit a brief shriek when his teeth sink deep and the burning heat intensifies as he drinks from me again. Scissoring his fingers inside my pussy, he stretches me until I relax for him, only to be shocked when he adds a third finger, forcing my body to accommodate the added girth.
A flicking sensation at my other breast makes me look down. The dark end of his tail is toying with my other nipple, ensuring it’s not neglected. The blistering glide of his tongue on the nipple trapped within the inferno of his mouth is released, as he growls out a word that should alarm me if I have any logical awareness.
“ Mine .”
The fingers inside me haven’t stopped their ministrations, and he adds a fourth finger, my body protesting as he does. I’ve never been stretched this much, and not even my largest toy requires this must preparation. Laithog plays with my pussy, forcing another orgasm from me, as he thumbs my clit while he stretches me.
I am completely at his mercy, my body his to do with as he wills.
The infuriatingly teasing tail stops torturing my nipples and snakes down between our bodies, flipping the end of his kilt up to expose a pitch-black seam where his cock should be. Too lost to the haze of desire rushing through me, I don’t fully realize he doesn’t have external genitals.
A low keening fills the air and it takes a moment to realize I’m the one making the sound. “ Empty , Laithog , I’m so empty. Please , fill me. Make the heat stop,” I shamelessly beg.
I’ve no more uttered those words than he lines my cunt up with the seam in his groin, and I’m abruptly full of cock. The sensation of emptiness to being full to the point of bursting is too much and I come instantly, shrieking out my pleasure as it explodes through me.
Just as my pleasure begins to wane, Laithog pivots our bodies on the couch, so that I am laying on my back and he is looming over me. Baring his teeth in a facsimile of a smile, he grits out.
“ My turn, little female.”