Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Sully
I can’t leave the cottage, not in daylight, so I take my phone, the tub of frosting, and a spoon and head to the other side of the house. Luckily, Ru’s hearing isn’t nearly as good as mine, so a call won’t wake him.
The important question here is whether or not the vampire I need to speak to will answer in the middle of the day. Fingers crossed.
My pathetic contact list only has three names: Ru, Zoe, and Voijin. Maybe someday I’ll have more friends. I hope.
I click on Voijin and wait.
The line rings.
I’m so nervous I can feel my pulse in my throat. What if this is a bad idea? Fuck. Please don’t let this be a bad idea.
“Sullivan,” he answers, voice husky from sleep. “Are you safe?”
I put a hand over my pounding heart to calm it. “It’s Sully, and I’m fine.”
A moment of silence stretches awkwardly. I called him, so it should be me that starts the conversation, but my tongue is suddenly frozen and my thoughts are racing.
“Sully suits you. Forgive me for the slip, I was asleep.”
“Sorry I woke you.”
“No apology needed. I’m glad you called. I didn’t like the way we left things off and would very much like a chance to earn your trust.”
Funny you should say that, I think but don’t venture out loud. “How about I give you a chance to earn a chance to earn my trust? What would you say to that?”
“I would say, ‘You strike a hard bargain, but yes, please, and thank you.’ Is that what you’re offering?”
“I think so.”
“Then how may I be of service, Sully?”
I huff a breath through my nose. The next part is risky and hard to admit. “I need your help.”
After finishing my call with Voijin, I sit down to write a letter to Ru. It’s about time I told him everything.
Still damp from my last-minute decision to shower, I sneak back into our bedroom to collect the animals.
Twenty-Four I put on my shoulder and Socks I scoop into my arms. Then back to the kitchen to serve them the sort of meal that would impress even the most spoiled rotten of fur families.
I just need them to be fat and happy for a few hours while I claim Ru all to myself.
When they’re happily munching away, I tuck back into our room, climb under the covers and snug myself tight against his side. He wakes enough to wrap his arms around me and press a kiss into my hair.
But I want more than a kiss. I crave him like a drowning man needs air.
More than that.
I crave him by an amount large enough to scare me.
I want everything he has planned for us. A fresh start. A new life. A future together where we forge our own way and make our own choices.
But we don’t need Montana for that.
We have everything we need already.
If only we could get rid of one pesky, immoral, and dangerous lab project first…
I don’t want to think about II Tech now. Now is for me and Ru and some quality time together in bed. Preferably naked. Maybe even a bit sweaty.
I lean in and suck his earlobe into my mouth. That should be enough to give him a good hint of what I’m asking for here.
“Mmm, Sully. Is it morning? Or…uh, dusk I mean?”
“No, not yet. But soon. I was hoping we could wake up anyway.” I press my growing erection into his thigh and lick the shell of his ear. “I want you.”
Screw subtle hints. That’ll do it.
“You can have me,” he says and rolls over to face me. “Just give me a quick minute to freshen up.” He kisses my forehead. Which is sweet.
But I don’t want sweet, I want naughty. “Hurry.”
While he’s in the bathroom I strip off all my clothes, arrange myself artfully in the center of the bed, and stroke my cock till it’s flush and full.
When Ru emerges from the ensuite, his jaw drops.
Perfect. That’s the kind of reaction I was hoping for.
“Come get me.” I give him what I hope is a sexy, come-hither grin and spread my legs. Self-consciousness prickles my nerves, but it won’t stand in the way of what I want. And I want Ru so bad it hurts.
Ru doesn’t leave me hanging. He crawls between my legs and lowers himself over me, the weight of him a welcome, crushing heaviness. We sink onto the mattress, kissing, my hands on his waist, one of his in my hair.
He tastes minty fresh and he feels amazing, but I’m eager for his skin on mine. “Undress,” I mumble between kisses.
“Anything for you.” He wriggles about, and between the two of us, we manage to yank off his nightclothes until he’s gloriously naked against me.
“Yes, finally.” I trail my fingers over the ridges of his ribcage, each bump of his spine, the swell of his ass.
Ru flexes his hips and slides his cock along mine, lets his weight create a tunnel of pressure for us to rut into. It’s hot and needy and though I could definitely get off like this, it’s not what I have in mind.
“I want you inside me, Ru. Want to know what it feels like. All of it. Please.” I’m flustered to ask for it like this, to make my inner desire an actual request, but Ru’s response makes things easier.
His eyes widen and his breath hitches. He bites his lip, which sends a thrill rushing down my spine to settle hotly between my thighs. “Fuck. I want to ask if you’re sure. It feels important, but I don’t want to question you either when you’re obviously sure. You are sure, right?”
I half chuckle, half snort my response. “So sure. One thousand percent sure. Need you so bad.” Saying things like this is new to me, but simple when Ru takes them in with such obvious delight.
“Yes. Okay. Yes.” He grabs the lube from the bedside table, sparking a burst of nerves I immediately shove aside. I want to experience this with him, my savior, my Ru.
He runs a hand down my hip, over my thigh, and hitches my leg up by the knee. “I need you too.” He turns to press a kiss to the inside of my leg, making me shiver. I had no idea how nice it is to be touched there.
“Again.”
He kisses me again, mouths along my sensitive flesh and sucks what I hope is a mark I can study and covet later. Maybe I’ll get the chance to give him one of his own. Until then, I tremble as his lips move closer and closer to where I need them most.
His hot tongue blazes a wet trail over my shaft. He closes his mouth around the head and sucks. I whimper.
My body doesn’t know what to do with so much pleasure concentrated in one spot. My eyes roll back and my lids squeeze shut. And this is only the beginning.
“So lovely,” says Ru, breath damp at my base. “When you arch your back like that. So fucking pretty for me, Sully.”
I hadn’t realized I was doing anything, but now that I know he likes it, I grin and arch more. Preen for him. Show off as much as I’m able from on my back, underneath him.
He’s pretty too, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Sounds silly in my head. But he looks absolutely edible, all pink-cheeked and spit-slicked lips between my legs.
He doing something with his hands, then I hear the lid pop off the lube.
I’m so ready. I’ve been dying to know what this is like. And I know Ru will make it good for me.
I watch as he dribbles some onto his palm then rubs his hands together to warm it. He grips my cock and the smooth slide just about sends me into a coma, but he doesn’t linger. Slick fingers trail down to my entrance and begin a series of tantalizing circles.
“Oh.” It’s a bit of a surprise how good this feels, how arousing and personal. I utter a series of high-pitched, breathy sounds as I sink into the sensation.
“You like that?” asks Ru, voice gone husky with desire.
“Yes.” I draw my knees back for more.
He enters me with a fingertip, a slow, easy stretch, then deeper, and my whole focus narrows to this one point, this tender massage.
“Relax and enjoy it.” With his free hand, he adjusts my leg so my calf rests on his shoulder, so I can relax and lean on him. Relax and trust him to make me feel good.
And everything feels so good.
He nudges a spot inside me that sends a jolt of pleasure to melt my mind to mush. “Found you,” he says with a low chuckle. “Good?”
“Mmm.” I tremble and mumble nonsense as he touches me there again and again. I’ve lost track of how many fingers he’s using, but my ass feels obscene, wide and full and eager for him. If this is what it’s like to be shameless, then I want to be shameless more often.
“Are you ready?”
Am I? Hell if I know.
Every part of me feels alive and vivid. Hyperaware. Sharpened. Attuned to his every movement. Eager. Ready. “Yes, ready for you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
“I’m not worried.” The opposite. I’m happy. Excited. Eager.
“Good.” Ru smiles and shifts us, moving my legs to his hips, leaning over me for a kiss that I didn’t realize I needed, but needed so much. His lips caress mine even as his cockhead nudges my rim. His tongue strokes mine as pressure builds.
My eyes flutter closed as he enters me. His moan fills my ears. My body opens and accommodates.
There’s a bit of pain, but I welcome it. Bright and thrumming. It’s enough to stave off an early climax.
I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He drops his weight fully onto my chest, trapping my cock between us, and begins to rock into me. I flex my hips in time with his and we find an irresistible rhythm together.
The room around us fades until my entire world becomes Ru and the fire of lust we’ve stoked for each other.
At some point, I babble affirmations, yes, yes, yes. I issue pleas for harder, faster, more. All higher thought lost in the building promise of rapture.
My heart pounds. My cock throbs. My balls ache and draw tight.
I clench my muscles around him, listen as he moans his pleasure, and everything goes white. Tension releases and bliss rises to take its place. I grab Ru’s biceps and cling as he swells impossibly big inside me. His last thrusts are erratic bursts. Heat pools between us.
I’m still a shuddering mess when his kisses land on my mouth, soft and sweet and welcome. Sweat cools along his spine as I run my hands down his back. Our bodies grow pliant and loose. We’re breath-close and curled together, coming down from the highest high of my life.
Gently, he withdraws from my body. I shiver as a shock of oversensitivity surprises me. I can’t tell if I like it or not. I think I do.
With one need sated, another rises, just as insistent.
I’d meant to do it. I’d planned on asking. But I hadn’t known how much I would need it. On my life, if Ru says no, I might explode.
I lick his neck. “Can I?”
“Hmm?” His voice is muffled against my hair.
My fangs descend to their fullest, and I drag them over the delicate skin of his throat. A warning. A question. A request.
“Oh.” Understanding clicks. “Yes, just… can you give me a minute?”
No. “Of course.”
Holding back is painful. Ru climbs out of bed then I hear water running in the ensuite. I bite the inside of my cheek and draw my own blood.
Not what I need.
Not even close.
When he returns, he has a wet towel. It’s pleasantly warm. He wipes me down all over, and I think I would love this if the hunger inside me wasn’t so damn insistent.
After, finally, he settles back into bed, on his back, and opens his arms to me. Relief swells huge in my chest.
“I can?” I ask, just to be sure.
“Yes, go ahead.”
Permission granted. I don’t wait a second longer. I dip my face into the crook of his neck, and the right spot calls to me like instinct. I know exactly where to bite. Careful to be gentle despite my urgency, I lick him first. I think that’s instinct too, though Voijin did warn me I should do it.
When his skin is warm and wet I sink my teeth in slowly.
Another first.
Tonight is full of them.
Blood hits in a hot, molten rush and slides down my throat to catch fire in my belly. It’s like coming all over again. A zinging jolt of pleasure. A quickening of our breaths. The rapid pounding of two hearts as close as they can be.
I listen to my guts, like Voijin said to do. “You’ll know. You’ll feel it as you approach the tipping point. Focus on his pulse.”
My intuition tells me I can safely take more. My fingers on his pulse point take in every thump of his heart.
My goal is to take just a bit too much. Just a swallow more than I should. Just the bare minimum to make sure he wants to go back to sleep, and not to get up and start enacting every minute detail of his plans for us.
I need a tiny bit of time.
Ru’s hand softens and goes limp in my hair.
That should do. I retract my fangs and lick the wounds closed. “Thank you.”
He slurs something that sounds a lot like, “You’re welcome,” and a silly grin shapes his lips. “Felt good. Didn’t know it would be like that? Is it always like that?”
“We can hope so.” I drop gentle kisses on both his closed lids, one after the other. “Go back to sleep, Ru. Rest easy.”
His eyes stubbornly pop open. “You going somewhere?”
Why would he ask me that? The last thing I want to do is lie to him. “I’m going to check on the animals. I evicted them for our… activities.”
Not a lie. Not the entire truth either, but he’ll see that soon enough. When he reads my letter.
“You planned this?” His smirk tells me he likes that idea.
“Let’s just say I had high hopes.”
“Was it what you wanted?”
I lean in for one last kiss. “Everything and more.”