Chapter 17 #2
“I thought about re-piercing myself, after I recovered, but…” She met his gaze.
“Originally, it was an attempt at being normal. Looking human. Also, it kind of set me up as a badass to the other shifters. Plus, it was sexy, but I don’t need it anymore.
It was the old Emmy. When I first arrived in Anchorage, it helped define me to the rest of the flock, and to the vampires, I think.
” She shrugged. “I guess almost dying put some things into perspective.”
“As did having to face life without you in it,” he told her. “Since you know how to pierce, perhaps I’ll buy some pretty PA jewelry with a touch of silver in it for our boy. Use it to lock a chastity device on him.”
She looked up to Spence, saw him taking in the possibility, and scented his arousal ramping up despite his predicament.
She grinned at Zander, who ran his palm down her torso and pressed it flat over her clit, grinding slow circles that had her spine arching off the bed, hips bucking for more friction, a desperate whine escaping her throat.
When he only teased — fingers dipping just inside her entrance, retreating, circling again — she surged up and over him, straddling his hips in a blur, grinding her soaked heat down on his rigid length.
He growled deep approval, and she lifted, then sank onto him in a single fierce drop, her gaze holding his.
The stretch was exquisite, his cool thickness filling her completely, dragging against sensitive walls until she was impaled to the hilt, gasping, head thrown back as pleasure surged low and sharp.
She rode him hard, hips snapping brutal and fast, inner muscles clenching to milk him, power arcing as he bucked beneath her.
Until he rolled them in a flash, pinning her beneath his weight, pounding into her with vampire force, each thrust slamming deep, ripping more orgasms from her in shattering waves, walls spasming wildly around him, cries tearing from her throat as love and raw connection flooded her, equals clashing in a perfect storm, yielding in turn without vulnerability, but with strength.
She wasn’t done, and managed to flip him again, riding savage until another crest overwhelmed her, body convulsing, and she held onto his arms while she kept riding him.
He took the opportunity to reverse them yet again, his thrusts relentless until yet another climax clawed through her, colors exploding behind eyelids, surrender and strength working together in endless pulses, the ecstasy of equals clashing without discord, every thrust a declaration of connection rather than dominance.
The grapple continued — over and over, bodies flipping, thrusting, clenching, power ebbing in a fierce give-and-take until she reversed them and slid down, taking him deep in her mouth in one swift, claiming plunge.
His hips jerked, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as she relentlessly moved on his shaft.
She swirled her tongue all around while she moved, and then relaxed her throat to swallow him whole, power surging hot as the ancient vampire arched in helpless pleasure, hands fisting sheets.
She drank him down when he came, hot pulses flooding her tongue, swallowing every drop with possessive hunger as he shattered beneath her.
But her victory was short-lived — he rolled them in a blur, vampire strength pinning her beneath him, but his gaze held laughter and joy. “My turn,” he rasped, voice frayed, sliding down to part her thighs wide.
And then his cool mouth was on her asshole, tongue rimming the tight ring with deliberate, teasing strokes that made her gasp and arch.
The extreme intimacy sparked a wildfire through her veins, gasps turning to moans as he pinned her with pleasure, dominant even in giving.
She’d demanded this of submissive men, but never would she have asked it of Zander.
And yet, he chose to, and in the process, overwhelmed her with wicked bliss until she writhed beneath him.
When she was nearly crazy with need, he rose, lubed himself, and pressed into her ass inexorably slow, the burn both sharp and sweet, pain blooming vividly as he stretched her wide.
Inch by inch he claimed her, his cool length contrasting her heat until he was seated deep, the fullness overwhelming while visceral waves of pleasure-pain crashed through her.
And then he moved, pounding her with controlled power, thrusts deep and measured, dragging over nerves that lit her like fire, building her to the brink again and again.
Her next orgasm was a slow, rolling wave that left her clenching around him, crying out.
The second was sharper, her body convulsing as he angled just right, pain twisting into ecstasy.
The next a shattering detonation that tore screams from her throat and sent her out of her body to a place with colors not normally seen.
Love and surrender flooded her in endless pulses, and yet another release swamped her with a deep, bone-melting crest that left her limp and gasping, raw tenderness inside a delicious echo of his possession.
Time blurred in sweat-slicked skin and tangled limbs, power ebbing and flowing between them — equals in the storm, clashing and yielding until exhaustion threatened. And still, they danced, their bodies moving and thrusting, riding and squeezing, two dominant personalities giving and taking.
When they finally stilled, the only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths of all three, and the soft, inevitable creaks of the ropes as Spence strained and shifted above them, unable to remain perfectly still against the slow, relentless build of ache that had claimed him over the past hours.
Emmy’s gaze met his and she saw only raw, unwavering devotion.