Chapter 11
Sienna
The gentle brush of lips across my neck threatens to rouse me from a deep, dreamless slumber; the kind of sleep that’s ethereal and breathtakingly sweet.
Unmistakable heat burns at my back as someone bands their arm around my waist and pulls me flush against their chest. Soft sheets caress my skin in a rare but welcome comfort.
I sigh as the hand on my waist drifts to my breast, its owner cupping me gently before rubbing the pad of their thumb over my sensitive peak. A moan falls past my lips, and I push my ass against their length, eager to feel its pressure and heat between my thighs.
Sienna, a voice rasps in my ear.
A wrinkle forms between my brows at its unfamiliar timbre. The clean-shaven jaw where there should be days-old growth. An insistence that leans toward aggression as he grabs my breast and kneads wantonly, abandoning all pretense of soft and sweet for something harder, hotter.
My body burns as he hooks my thigh over his and thrusts, sliding his scorching hot length through my folds and growling in my ear.
Mine.
He grabs my face and turns my head toward his, devouring my mouth in a heady kiss. His eyes bore into mine, glowing the brightest shade of gold that I’ve ever seen.
The vision fades, but the memory of Alistair’s body remains.
Sweat slicks my skin, and I peel off the bedsheets to Revyn’s drowsy protests.
He clutches my wrist and pulls me back onto the mattress, burying his face in my hair with a sigh.
As soon as he scents me, a slow smile curves on his lips. “Dreaming of me?”
Gods, I wish.
I swallow past the lump in my throat. “No, I—” Wincing, I brace myself for Revyn’s reaction. “It wasn’t you.”
That catches his attention. He pulls my hair away from my shoulder and kisses my bare skin, but his grip tightens on my wrist. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not.” Burying my face in the pillow, I resist the urge to scream. My body is still strung tight, a burning need settling between my thighs that has no business being there. “I don’t know why it happened.” When Revyn doesn’t press, I try to relax. “It’s just a dream.”
“Mmm,” he hums, releasing my wrist to lace our fingers together. “Nothing is ever just a dream, Sienna.” Sighing, he tips me onto my back and looms over me, his bare chest radiating intense heat as he hovers.
Dark circles beneath his eyes give me pause. I reach up and brush them with my fingertips. His eyes flutter closed. “You haven’t been sleeping?”
He presses a kiss to my palm and leans into my touch. “I don’t like sleeping without you.”
“We’ve spent many moon phases apart, Revyn.” I haven’t noticed any new scars on his body, but that doesn’t mean he’s had an easy time without me. “You need to adjust. Tonight is—” I’m not actually sure what tonight is. An exception? A new rule?
I touch my ribs and frown. They’re no longer broken, and the gash in my side from the tumble over the cliff’s edge is miraculously healed, too.
I remember the fall and the jagged rock that split me open, but I don’t remember the landing or what happened after.
Alistair Dire was there . . . but everything else is a mystery.
I lick my lips, remembering the metallic taste of his blood on my tongue.
But there was something else laced within it, like a ripe berry overflowing with flavor.
“Do you think he’s on drugs?” I ask, changing the subject. “Alistair. His blood tastes strange.”
Revyn climbs on top of me and slots his knee between my thighs to separate them. “Stranger than mine?”
“I haven’t tasted your blood before.”
He tilts his head to the side and offers me his neck without a single moment’s hesitation. The gesture is one of the most intimate for shifters—a sign of submission. Of trust.
A rush of emotion catches me off guard, and I have to blink away tears. “Revyn—”
“Taste me, Sienna,” he offers, lowering onto his forearms and pressing my body into the mattress. “Then you’ll know.”
My heart pounds. I swallow thickly, knowing that he’s trying to make a point. I give myself to you, if not in words, then in actions. It’s enough to make me consider it.
Would mating with Revyn be so bad?
I press my lips to the column of his throat, feel it bob as he swallows, and close my eyes, hesitating.
“It won’t make us mates,” he says slowly, like he’s trying to ease my fears. “You can only claim a mate on a full moon.”
And when you’re in the throes of mind-blowing, chaotic, ravenous sex, but he kindly leaves that part out. The scar on my neck prickles at the memory of our last union, a wild night of passion that ended with his teeth in my flesh and two hearts broken.
I shouldn’t indulge Revyn’s fantasy. The press of his cock, swollen and heavy against my stomach, proves that this isn’t only about sating my curiosity. He’s always wanted me to bite him—nearly begged once, too, when we were at our closest.
I shouldn’t go through with it . . .
But I’ll do almost anything to get Alistair Dire out of my head.
Gently cupping Revyn’s jaw, I tilt his head even further. “Just a taste,” I warn him. “Don’t get any ideas.”
He chuckles, the sound warm and rich and gods, perfect. I’ve missed him more than I thought.
“I’m not a vampire, Sienna, and unless I’ve missed something since the moment we met, you aren’t either.” He takes a deep breath. “Bite me, beautiful.”
My fangs extend, and I pierce the skin as gently as I can.
He groans, a shudder rolling through him, and relaxes his body over mine.
I retract my fangs and lick the wound at first, tasting the barest bit of his blood, until my curiosity gets the better of me.
Kissing Revyn’s neck, I press my tongue to the wound and allow my shifter senses to take over.
His blood tastes the same as his tongue: as vibrant as the summer sun and as wild as the salted earth.
I’m not sure why I expected anything different.
I pull away as the wound closes on its own once his healing takes effect.
Rubbing my thumb over the spot, I marvel at the tiniest brush of a scar appearing half a shade lighter than the surrounding skin.
If I weren’t staring, I doubt I would have noticed its arrival.
“You don’t taste any different than usual,” I murmur, gently kissing the new scar.
Meaning that either Alistair has injected something I’m unfamiliar with into his bloodstream, or he simply tastes different than anything I’ve ever known. I can’t put my finger on what that difference is, and unfortunately, it’s going to bother me until I figure it out.
Revyn’s weight solidifies on top of me as his hands roam my waist, his knee rising into the cradle of my thighs. He presses his lips against his mark on my neck and shudders again, the tremble coursing violently through his body.
I run my hand over his peppered locks, brushing the hair off his forehead like I’ve done a thousand times. “Revyn?” He applies pressure to my pussy, angling his knee until it crushes my clit. The air punches past my lungs as an electric pulse of pleasure radiates from his touch.
“Sienna,” he rasps, scraping my neck with his beard. His teeth find my pulse point, and he bites down until a prick of pain makes me gasp. My nipples harden instantly, and warmth spreads through my body with each accelerated beat of my heart. “Let me taste you.”
This is a slippery slope we shouldn’t fucking entertain. Even allowing him in my bed in the first place was a mistake. I knew that, and I still let him stay.
I’m a wreck when it comes to men.
“We can’t make each other happy,” I whisper, the ache inside my chest turning into a chasm. “You know we—”
“Shhh,” he breathes, covering my mouth. “Let me taste you,” he repeats, nudging my thighs wider apart.
He kisses the hollow of my throat before descending, peppering kisses along my collarbone, over my breasts, teasing my nipples with his warm breath before he licks a wet stripe down my stomach.
Once he’s eye-level with my hips, he glances up at me.
The raw desire in his gaze takes my breath away, but it’s the feral grin curving on his lips that makes my heart pound.
Pushing my thighs up, he massages my muscles before hooking my knees over his shoulders and dipping back onto the bed. His breath is warm between my thighs as he groans. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A deep growl catches in his throat as he spreads my lips. “Did he get you this wet?”
My confusion is consumed by lust as Revyn drags his tongue along my slit. I gasp, my back arching. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” Revyn flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, sending sparks up my spine.
“Did dreaming of Alistair Dire make you this—” He groans.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” The rumble of his voice catches me off guard, but it’s the sudden intrusion of his thick finger inside my pussy that breaks down what little resistance I have.
“Yes!” I gasp, hating myself for it. My face burns with resentment. “But it didn’t mean any—”
“Hush.” The alpha command in his voice cracks against my skin, stiff from disuse but no less powerful.
Revyn never claimed a pack after leaving his original one, but that doesn’t diminish the power pulsing through his veins.
He’s every bit of an alpha as Alistair, and he’s using his power to make a point.
I’m just too far gone to understand what that point is.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out as the command holds. It’s rare for Revyn to use his power—rarer still for him to use it on me—but we’re as close to a pack as we can get with only two shifters. His alpha command keeps me silent.
He buries his tongue inside my pussy.