Chapter 24
Fuck, she tastes so good , he thought as he lapped at her soaked pussy. He loved her. He loved this. If he could, he’d eat her out for eternity, for every meal. It was almost better than sex. Almost.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her. She tasted so fucking good, he refused to waste even one drop of her. He licked her dripping cunt again and again until he’d had all of her, and then he moved to her thighs, her ass. Lords, she was perfect. More than she knew.
He gently kissed her inner thighs. He’d let her come soon, and then he’d fuck her till she saw double, fuck her until everyone watching them got off and fucked off, and then he’d fuck her some more.
Her thighs were so sweet, so smooth, he didn’t even notice when his fang nicked her. Didn’t even notice when he’d bitten her. Didn’t even notice when he’d injected her with his venom and started gulping her blood just like he’d done to her cum seconds ago.
“Ambrose?” she called, and it was like a moan and a cry. She continued through the Concord, Ambrose—she moaned again, louder—I’m going to come, your bite . . . ah, it’s too much.
My bite? he thought. And that’s when he realized what he’d done.
Just as he pulled his fangs back, Lila screamed and she came all around the vibrator pressed into her pussy. Ambrose’s senses dulled again, and with her blood dripping down his chin, he just couldn’t help it. He tossed the vibrator and devoured her hole, licking and sucking every part of her like a starved pup. Her blood, sweat, and cum all mixed together to be the perfect cocktail, a cocktail Ambrose would die for.
Ambrose, it’s too much. Too much.
She wasn’t saying the safe word.
He kept going. He’d go until she was clean, then keep going until she came again, and repeat the process over and over.
Amb—
His head snapped from between her thighs. Lila’s head was lolling back, her body limp, for only a moment before she snapped up again.
She’d blacked out.
“Sunflower,” he said.
“What? No, I can—”
“I said sunflower, Lila.” And there was no more question about it. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down as he took deep breaths through his nose. He needed to untie her. He needed her to get her circulation back.
Before he did anything though, he needed some damned privacy. He stood and, with his cock still out and hard, he shut the curtain, forcing the onlookers away. Ambrose turned back to Lila, climbed up onto the bed, and untied the rope from the ceiling hook, easing her into his arms.
“We need to get your circulation back to normal.” Without letting her speak, he removed the makeshift blindfold from her eyes, wrapped the carmine bed sheet around her, lifted their belongings, and carried her from the room. Ambrose felt the partygoers’ eyes on him—on them. Thankfully, he had some modesty as Lila’s sheets covered all the important bits, but he was still walking through the crowd, butt naked. Lila had definitely called attention with the warmth spreading throughout the entire tower too. If there had been any strigoi Nostro had holed up, he wasn’t sure they’d be the monsters they once were after the experience he’d just felt.
“Ambrose, I’m fine, truly.”
“Of course you’d say that. You have my venom running through you.”
He was thankful the party was still bustling, thankful the music was loud, the beat echoing through the bodies all around them.
In the back of the room, behind the small curtained sex dungeons, there was a pathway that led to two sets of stairs, one up and the other down. Ambrose took the stairs up, climbing and climbing until he’d gone from the tenth floor, to the fourteenth, where Nostro had set up his and Lila’s living quarters for the duration of their stay. The stone hall was deathly silent compared to the booming noise of the room only a few flights down. And all Ambrose could hear were Lila’s needy whimpers.
He shoved a dark wooden door open, the door to their room, and kicked it closed behind him. The room was smaller than Lila’s room in the Crow Court, but suited the two of them well. The fire was lit, the rug below his feet was soft, and the coffin in the center of the room was large enough for both of them.
Lila wiggled in his arms. “My shoulders hurt,” she squeaked. Her cheeks were practically stained red, an effect from his venom, or the hanging, he wasn’t sure.
“Let’s get these off of you,” he whispered gently. Instead of taking her to the coffin, he walked before the fire and placed her on the plush white rug. Her expression lit up, and he knew the soft fuzz was doing wonders to the parts of her that were numb from the ropes. He knew how much Lila loved soft things.
Tucking a pillow under her head, he slowly began untying each knot running up her legs. The rope came undone, and Ambrose cursed himself when he saw the imprint the binds had left on her skin. He knew they’d happen, but seeing the marks of his love still unsettled him. He would always be too much for her, no matter what he did.
He was a monster, after all, and she was a human.
Once one leg was free, he carefully unbent it, massaging all along her thighs, calves, knee, and ankle, to make sure the circulation returned. It was a slow process, but one that seemed to be driving both of them wild with need. He could smell Lila’s sex, hungry for him—so much so, he could practically taste it on his tongue still. And her eyes. They were watching him with so much love and adoration, but more than that—the heat in her blood was reflected in those gorgeous brown eyes, begging him without words.
His cock twitched.
Ambrose bit his lip, and as he did, he remembered the feeling of biting into her thigh, her blood still on his chin, and his heart felt like it’d been squeezed dry. So much shame and guilt flooded his system—the last time he’d bitten her during a moment of intimacy, he’d been such an asshole. This time, he wanted to be different. But was it Lila that wanted him right now? Or the venom? And, regardless, he’d hurt her—again. What if next time, he bit through her neck, through her veins? What if next time, he kept drinking? What if next time, he couldn’t stop himself?
“Ambrose,” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”
He schooled his expression, and continued onto her other leg. “Nothing.”
Untie, massage, untie, massage, untie massage. When he got to her breasts, Lila’s moans filled his ears, and he had to do everything in his power to stop himself from coming just to the sound of her. Her nipples were so peaked, she’d pushed them into his hands, her back arching, as she begged for him to touch them, to rub them, to taste them.
“They’re so numb,” she breathed. “Please!”
And he tried his best to abstain.
By the time Lila’s arms were freed, her entire body was slack on the rug, marked everywhere with the ropes’ imprints, and the purpling skin slowly turned back to red and finally to her usual pearly white.
“Better?” he asked.
A small scowl formed on her face. “What do you mean? That was incredible.” Lila forced herself up, and Ambrose put his hand on her back, guiding her. “You are incredible.”
She looked at him again with those steamy, sparkly eyes.
“I bit you,” he said bluntly.
“So? You’re a vampire. You bite.”
“I drank your blood.”
“Again, vampire.”
“I couldn’t stop.” He clenched his fist against her back, his long nails softly scratching at the tattoo of crows he’d left on her.
“But you did. You always will, even if you doubt yourself.”
“I didn’t when I was a strigoi.”
Lila flinched. “That was—”
“What? Different?” Fuck. He was being an asshole again. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Lila pressed her finger against it.
“Yes. It was different. Bloodlust and being a strigoi are different. And you just proved that by not only pulling away, but stopping the moment, using our safe word, and getting me out of there. You proved it by untying the ropes and assuring I was okay, even when I was begging you to touch me. To fuck me.” Lila crawled forward, crawled over him on her hands and knees. “You love me, Ambrose. You would never hurt me. Not really. Remember, I like pain—if you’re the one causing it.”
She wrapped her small, delicate hand around his length, and pumped it, bringing it back to its full length.
“Now, if you’ll still have me, I’m not done with you yet. I want to be in charge, Ambrose.”
“But the venom—”
She gripped a little harder, and Ambrose moaned.
“So? I already wanted to fuck you. This changes nothing. If anything, it’ll be a fun toy to use. I wanna see what it feels like when you’re inside of me.” She stroked his cock again, and Ambrose bucked his hips, shoving it in and out of her palm.
“Lila,” he whimpered.
She abruptly stopped, and stood before him. “You—You liked when I danced for you, right?” Her cheeks were stained red, and he could tell she was embarrassed by her words, but the golden color of her boldness outshone everything else.
Ambrose helplessly nodded. “Yes.”
Lila began to sway her hips back and forth, moving to a silent rhythm Ambrose felt in his soul.
She spun and shook her ass in his face, swaying her hips as her hands ran over her body. Suddenly, he felt a deep desperation for those to be his hands. He grabbed her hips and brought her closer, but she didn’t stop dancing. Instead, she danced over him, dropping her hips till her wet pussy grazed his cock, then springing back up again.
“I didn’t know you were such a tease,” he huffed a laugh.
Lila smiled, her teeth showing. She pushed him back, swaying her hips lower and lower until she was on her knees right above him.
Her warm palm splayed over the crow on his chest, and as she gazed into his eyes, she shoved him to the floor, his back falling to the fuzzy rug.
She shimmied over him, straddling him as his cock smacked against her dancing ass. Ambrose wanted to touch her, was desperate to feel her. He cupped her breasts above him, pinching her nipples, and he knew it drove her wild as she started grinding his cock through her folds. She was so wet, so hot, and it took everything to not plunge into her to the hilt. When she rubbed her throbbing clit over his rosy head, they both threw their heads back.
“Fuck.” It was so . . . sensual. He feared he’d come before he even had the chance to enter her. But then, he guessed, they’d be even. After all, he made her come downstairs.
Lila put her hands over his, still cupping her breasts, and focused her heady gaze on him.
“I want you. All of you. Now,” she demanded.
Ambrose reached between them, and adjusted himself at her center—but she was in control. She took his hand again, and brought it to her lips, licking his thumb into her mouth as she lowered herself over his head.
She moaned around his thumb and he slammed his head back against the floor. She felt so fucking good already and he was only barely in.
Lila slowly dropped herself lower, and inch by inch he felt himself stretch her walls. He made a tiny thrust up, but Lila plopped his thumb from her mouth and placed her hand on his chest.
“No, I’m in control,” she reminded him, a look of warning in her eyes. She wanted to fuck him, wanted to lead. Fuck, would he let her.
Lila rocked her hips on Ambrose’s cock, taking him completely as she moaned his name. Then she pulled herself off and slowly repeated it all again. After a few slow thrusts, Lila quickened her pace, and soon she was bouncing on his cock, her breasts matching each movement above him. She took his hands and guided them to her hips, and it was only when she uttered, “Help,” did he take over.
Ambrose gripped her hips and pressed her as far down as she’d go, eliciting a scream to erupt from her throat.
“Oh, lords, do it again,” she moaned.
So he did, he pushed her all the way off, and then pulled her down, fast and hard, meeting her hips with his. Lila’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and he knew he had her. He did it again, again, and by the fifth time, she was screaming incoherently, and burst all over his cock. He quickly moved his hand to her neck, pulling his venom for her as the orgasm washed over her. She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. Her orgasm was hot and slick, and he knew with it wrapped around him, he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Hold on, love.”
Lila flopped down onto him, her chest flush with his, and grabbed onto his shoulders as Ambrose pounded into her. It was fast and rough, and he was chasing the high he knew only came from fucking her.
She was so hot pressed against his skin, wrapped around his cock, and he felt every aspect of her body against his. Ambrose couldn’t hold himself off any longer. He thrust deep into her as he came, his cock spurting so much, he thought it’d never end.
Lila moaned and he grabbed her cheeks, bringing her lips to his, moaning into her mouth as he filled her up. Thrusting into her a final time, he felt their combined orgasms completely engulf them both and as they both came down, they slumped. Lila went limp on his chest, her cheek pressed against his collarbone, and her legs limp at his sides.
“That was . . .” he tried, breathless, but gave up halfway. All he could do was nod as he tried to catch his breath again.
Amazing?she finished through the Concord.
He huffed a breath, and threw one arm around her back. She was amazing.
Ambrose felt her heart racing, could hear it thump so loud, if she hadn’t been laying on top of him, he’d think she was sprinting. He gently pulled out of her, and they both hissed from the movement.
“Should we get up?” he asked, but she leaned up onto her elbows, her hair brushed over her shoulder as she looked at him and bit her lip.
Her cheeks were still red, so red.
“Wait,” she breathed.
Ambrose lowered his eyebrows, a crease forming between them. “What is it? Are you hurt?” He began to sit up to inspect her, but she pushed him down again.
“N-no. I just have something I want to say.”
Now Ambrose’s heart was pounding.
“You-you know I love you.”
His eyebrows lowered even more. “Yes?”
Lila bit her lip, and he knew she was struggling to get whatever it was out. Her emotions were unclear, something Ambrose wasn’t used to. She seemed to still be coming down from the orgasm, but she was also so filled with anxiety and fear, but above all—she was filled with love.
“I want to make a new bargain.”
Ambrose’s eyes darted to her collar bone. He had been too busy to notice before, but the feather was gone, that bargain was completed.
“You know you can ask me for anything. You don’t need to bargain with me . . .” he ran his thumb over her collar, stroking her skin.
Lila took a shuddering breath. “Still, I want a bargain.”
An idea circled his brain. A vision, maybe. Or a dream.
“What do you want?” He was trying to hold himself back, to wait until she made her desires clear. He didn’t want to assume—not this.
“I want you. All of you. Forever.”
His heart stopped. Or maybe it was moving too fast. He stared at her a moment, taking in her eyes, her quivering lips, her rosy cheeks. Her heart quickened in his silence.
Ambrose swallowed hard. Forever. “And what will you give me for it?” He barely recognized his voice, it was as light as a feather. But he knew the words slipping from his lips. They were their words. And he would do anything to give her what she wanted.
Lila bit back a smile, but couldn’t stop herself. Her smile burst and it felt like his entire being would go up in flames, melt at the sight of that gorgeous smile reserved for him.
“Anything.” Tears brimmed in her eyes.
He couldn’t hold it in anymore, couldn’t contain the love that was threatening to consume his very being. In a burst of movement, he pulled her close, brought his lips to hover over hers.
“I want you. Forever. Marry me, Lila Bran.”