40. Bigger Than The Sum Of Our Parts
FORTY
BIGGER THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS
Jack
M ine , the monster mumbled contentedly, slipping back into the depths of my mind.
I’d merged with him. Together, we’d Joined with her. Sharing control, sharing the intense pleasure of it.
And I wasn’t even pissed about it.
I lifted Seven off my cock, cradling her as I moved to the edge of the stream and found a spot on the mossy bank to lay her down. As I dragged my jeans off my legs and tugged my shirt off over my head, her dark eyes watched me, glittering with flecks of yellowish gold as she took in my nakedness. Her lips were red with my blood, tugged up in a satisfied smirk, exposing her beautiful sharp teeth that had bitten me, drunk from me.
“You’ve never looked so fucking beautiful as you do right now,” I murmured, leaning back to take her in. Her pink shirt was made translucent by the water. Her cocoa-colored nipples two tight peaks that I needed to spend hours licking and sucking. Piercing with my tooth. I wondered if I could make her come just by drinking her blood from her nipple.
I let my eyes rove lower. Her naked pussy, dark, damp curls, legs spread to reveal that rosy, swollen clit. The one I was going to bite.
I was going to bite her in every dirty place I could imagine, drink from her, make her come over and over again with my mouth. Then with my cock.
And fuck. As I watched, her stomach dipped, her pussy pulsed, and a trickle of my cum dripped out of her.
“Mine. My sweet Blossom,” I rumbled, leaning over her, resting my hips in the cradle of her perfect thighs.
“Make me yours again, please, Jack,” she murmured, rocking her pussy against me. I was so fucking hard again. How was it possible after coming harder than I ever had before?
“As much as I love you greedy and begging,” I replied, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, “I want to take my sweet fucking time with you.”
I kissed her again, deeper, caging her throat with my hand, holding her still as I licked into her mouth. Her moan vibrated against my palm, her tongue lapped hungrily at mine. Her mouth was hot, edged with the salty tang of my blood. My chest felt like it was tightening and expanding all at once.
We’re bigger than the sum of our parts, now we’re Joined , the monster said.
Whatever it is, I don’t hate it , I thought dazedly, tucking my fingers underneath the hem of her T-shirt, slowly pulling it up to reveal those perky tits of hers.
And that fucking brand. A reminder of every wrong done to her over the last twenty-five years.
A reminder of everything our brave Blossom has endured, has thrived in spite of , the monster murmured.
He was right. I leaned down, nuzzling my nose against the blackened number. She shivered under me, fingers threading through my hair.
“You’re obsessed with that stupid mark,” she remarked as I traced it with my tongue. “Honestly, it’s not worth paying attention to.”
“Yes, it is,” I snarled, meeting her eyes, circling the mark with the pad of my thumb. “It’s a symbol of you surviving, despite the fucked-up odds against you. It’s a reminder of what you fought so that you could have freedom.”
I leaned down to kiss it again. “It reminds me of what you had to live through, to make it out to me.” I watched her eyes, wide, awed, her lips slightly parted, as if she had no fucking idea how to respond to me and my crazy sentimentality.
So I gave her an out, moved my lips lower, and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Her strangled gasp was the best response I could have asked for, anyway. She arched into me, and I found her other breast, pinching and twisting. With a grin, I nicked her areola with one sharp tooth.
Fuck.
The throaty cry that erupted from her when I sucked her bleeding nipple into my mouth, the way her body undulated under me, as the sinful tang of her blood hit my tongue … it almost had me blowing my load on her stomach.
I slipped a hand down, between our bodies, sliding a finger inside her soaked pussy. Fuck … the rhythmic, pulsing squeeze of her.
“You’re coming,” I murmured, lapping at the trickle of blood that slid down her breast. “I drank from you, and you came …”
Just like you did when Blaire drank from you , the monster reminded me smugly. Drinking is orgasmic … and when it’s with your Joined …
“Need your cock inside me,” Seven pleaded, thrusting her hips, fucking my fingers.
“Not yet.”
She growled at me, eyes narrowed, lips parted in a snarl.
I chuckled, slipping down her body and settling my face between her taut thighs. One long lick from her entrance, right up and over her swollen clit.
“Fuck me,” I grunted, returning to lap desperately at her entrance. The mingled taste of my cum and her sweet, salty arousal had my eyes rolling back in my head. I slipped my fingers back inside her, then brought them, glistening, to her mouth.
“Taste us,” I commanded. With a greedy little noise, she opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around my fingers, lips closing around them.
As she sucked, moaning out her pleasure at the taste, I found her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She pulsed against me. My cock pulsed in sync with her.
Bite her , the monster demanded.
Fuck. Would she come again, so fast? Would I be able to keep myself from coming if she did?
Do it , the monster urged.
I pierced her clit with one fang, then sucked the swollen bud into my mouth.
“Oh fuuuuck!” she screamed, her body bowing off the ground, her stomach contracting violently as I growled into her flesh, mouth filling with her blood. I lifted her ass, spread her wide, and feasted, my face buried deep, tongue working her clit.
“Jack, please, it’s too … I can’t …” she sobbed, writhing under me. But I didn’t listen, instead sucking and nibbling and licking every inch of her delicious pussy, holding her against my mouth, spread wide for me, until she started to shake, and pulse, and moan once more.
With a fucking mammoth effort, I pulled back before she could climax again. “Now I’ll fuck you.”
Pressing her knees wide, I moved up her body, lining my painfully hard dick up with her, pressing into that tight, slippery heat.
“Yessssss,” she hissed, eyes fixed on the place where our bodies joined.
Joined .
As it is supposed to be , the monster murmured. And in that moment, I wasn’t about to argue.
This was perfect.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Blossom,” I grated, holding her legs up and out, fascinated by the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, then reappearing again, coated in the sheen of her arousal.
“Almost as if I was made for you,” she whispered, her tone awestruck. The ache in my chest intensified, and I closed the distance between us, my mouth finding hers.
Our kisses were sloppy, desperate. I pumped my cock in and out of her, heat growing at the base of my spine. Her hips snapped to meet me, frantic, jerky movements as she soared towards another orgasm.
I cupped the back of her neck, deepening our kiss as her pussy tightened around me.
And then her teeth pierced my lip, and she sucked it into her mouth, her moan feral. She gulped at my blood as her pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids. My back bowed, and every single atom in my body felt like it was splitting and reforming into something new.
Something that was eternally tied to her.
Every worry I’d had about Joining was gone, replaced with a feeling of utter rightness.
“Sex is fucking amazing,” I mumbled, propping myself up on my elbows, still thrusting gently into her quivering pussy as we both came down from the high.
A possessive gleam sparkled in her eyes. “No … our sex is fucking amazing,” she murmured. I kissed her awkwardly because I just couldn’t stop grinning. Her hands roved over my back, gripping my ass, and suddenly I wasn’t grinning anymore. I was ready for round three.
Jesus fucking Christ, is it always like this?
With your Joined … for at least a decade or so … yes , the monster told me, smug satisfaction in his tone.
“Well, I guess we’re even now.”
I pulled back from Seven’s mouth.
Standing there, in the forest, looking equal parts horrified and amused, was Blaire.