Chapter 26 #2
And the fucking devil just chuckles before softly rubbing his thumbs over my hips. As if he can sooth me but I do not want to be soothed. I want to be fucked. I want to come.
“You taste better than you did in my office, Bloodsucker.” Then he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.
His shadows still tracing along my body.
And then another kiss, and another before he begins pressing opened mouth kisses all up and down my thighs.
His tongue licking as he softly sucks my skin. His fangs only barely tracing.
It distracts me enough from my need to orgasm before Castiel’s gravelly tone is heard.
“Bring her to the edge again, Varian.”
And I whimper because he said edge and I don’t want Varian to stop.
“Please!”
Varian chuckles softly as he licks up my center before immediately sucking on my clit. The shock making my hips buck and me cry out.
That cooled simmer rages as pressure builds and builds and builds. It’s going to tip, I can feel it. The fire burning and burning and –
“That’s enough Varian.”
“NOOO!”
Fucking motherfucking bitch! Dumb cunt-ass fucking –
I sink my fangs into my bottom lip and whine as I’m pretty sure I go delirious. Is that what happens when everything in your brain goes fuzzy? I’ve only been able to get drunk a couple times but I’d imagine it’s the same.
A haze over my mind and I’m in an in between where reality and nonexistence are the same.
“Please,” I whisper. “I wan – I need. . . “
“What do you need, flower love?”
It sounds like a dream. I hate dreams, but I don’t want to hate this one.
“Use your words, Mavyn.”
That sounds like my red devil. Mine. Broody and dominant and all of it.
“Eyes on me when I’m speaking to you.”
They flutter and I catch a glimpse of red and gold and black before that pressure begins building again. It’s everything I need and want so long as he doesn’t stop.
And like a sick fucking joke he does stop to say, “Words.” As if he couldn’t already fucking know.
Baring my fangs, I growl at him through the delirium, “Make me come, now.”
Behind him, through the darkness, I think I catch a glimpse of gold. “Does our needy little cunt need to come?” he lowly hums. It makes me clench and then sob because there’s nothing filling me.
The golden god I’m going to strangle. With his power and walking into rooms as if he isn’t a celestial. A golden god of making me fucking wait to come.
“Should I let Varian make you come? His bratty little slut now a sobbing mess, begging to finish.” It shouldn’t be possible to get this wet when I’m not in my right mind. When there’s no thoughts. “Look at that pretty pussy making a mess for anyone to see.”
Varian hums against me and I think I might combust if he stops one more time.
“I loved you coming on my fingers,” he rumbles and the pressure begins building again, “but I want you doing it on my tongue this time, Bloodsucker.”
“Not your dick?”
He hums again to Castiel’s question. I’m going to come.
“That will be next.”
I feel his tongue enter me as his shadows shift and circle and then pinch.
So close, so close, too close.
I scream.
The sky screams with me.
Our bond tightens until it seems like it’s about to snap, but it would never be that easy.
Power rushes and I can feel my magic ravaging. Red aura like a sheet floods as I come and come and come.
I see stars behind my eyes and flames lick within me and the earth below us trembles like my body is. My core clenching and spasming and it’s never ending.
It’s not stopping.
Forever and ever and ever.
Every lifetime.
Fuck! I’m going to pass out.
Not yet, Bloodsucker. I’m not done with you.
Darkness begins edging into my peripheral and I can feel my body start to go lax. I want to sleep now. I want to curl up in a warm chest and snuggle until the sun comes up. I want to forget about the rest of the world.
There’s a sharp sting on my neck that shakes me out of my daze, though my body is still humming.
“I said,” he murmurs against my neck as something nudges my entrance, “I’m not – ” another kiss at my pulse point which is racing, “ – done with you.”
Then he begins pushing in. Castiel murmuring orders and Varian obliging. Making me so full but I can’t take anymore. I can’t. It’s too much.
His rough hands grip my hips and tilt me up, allowing him better access to slide in. I begin shaking my head because it’s too much. Tears streaming down my face, hissing from the heat of my skin.
I can’t.
You can, he growls softly into my mind. Filling it with so much warmth and comfort and something else I’m too scared to name.
He hits a spot that makes those stars wink behind my eyes again. His pace slow and languorous, as if he’s wanting to take his time. Wanting to feel every single moment. Wanting to –
“Worship,” he breathes into my skin. Dusting kisses up my neck to my jaw. One of his hands tracing up my side to cup my breast. “I want to worship all that you are.”
The binds around my wrists disappear and then I’m being flipped. The front of my body crashing down into a hard, sculpted chest. My hands feeling like they’re hitting cement but I dig my nails into skin and then sink down on the rest of Varian’s length.
His fingers digging into my hips as he groans and I push myself up from his chest to take him deeper.
Then he lifts me up a couple inches, and slams me back down.
“Unholy gods,” he growls as he does it again. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. Look at her, Castiel. Taking my cock like she knows she owns it.”
He hums behind me and I want to turn my head so I can see him but my eyes are still shut. Wanting to see those glinting stars as Varian’s bruising force starts building my next orgasm.
I dig my nails deeper into his chest as whimpers leave my throat.
“If you stop again,” I pant, my breath clouding before me as I flutter my eyes open and glare nearly black eyes at him, “I will rip your throat out and drink you dry.”
Castiel chuckles behind us and I can hear the amusement in his tone as he says, “The little slut thinks she’s in charge.” He tisks and I grit my teeth to prevent me from crying again. “That’s alright, poison flower, I know Varian can’t wait.”
My devil beneath me grunts as he quickens his pace and I scratch lines across his abs. Blood wells and it makes my throat constrict as my fangs ache.
The pressure builds and builds and builds and I know I’m close. So, so close.
Varian keeps going as I lean down and drag my tongue over the bloody trails on his body.
Mhmm.
His body jerks and shadows form again teasing my body. Curling around my clit and rubbing again.
“Come,” he demands as I lick his blood again. His muscles tightening and coiling and I like the feel of it under my tongue.
His blood that tastes like something I can’t compare anything to. Righteous scales of order and peace but an underlayer of wicked delight. Knowing the rules and knowing how to break them.
Tasting like I’m breaking the rules right now.
“You better listen to him,” I hear Castiel warn, his voice dark and gravelly and I wish I could see him. “Fuck. . . look at you. Taking him so well as you drink his blood.”
“Now!”
Varian’s voice choked as that wave finally crests. My orgasm tightens every muscle in my body right as I feel him jerking into me one more time before he comes.
Hot liquid filling me even more than he already was. I drag my fangs across his stomach and lick up the blood that forms as I see those stars again. It feels like it goes on forever again.
Then everything relaxes and I press a sleepy kiss between Varian’s pecs. My scratch marks leaving red lines up and down his front. It makes me want to bite and drink directly from his vein. Maybe next time though.
Soothing fingers rub up and down my body as awareness starts slipping, but one thing I do, without fail, notice is Varian’s dick hardening again.
He flips us over again and murmurs against my lips, “One more time, Bloodsucker. Give me one more.”
But I can feel it and all my awareness zeros into a point.
My turn, my sweet, precious Mavyllora.
I slide my hands up to Varian’s jaw and make him look directly at me. My eyes open and staring at him and his true form behind his eyes. Both turn gutted as he pulls out and crashes his lips to mine.
I’ll make sure I erase the taste and touch of them from your skin, little girl.
The last thing I feel is his hands squeezing me as if to try and keep me where I am. I would have stayed if I was able to. I would have. . . but curses are a damned bitch.
I lick my lips and the taste of Varian’s blood is still there. Whisps of his aura light around just like Callahan’s did the first time I was taken to the sun death realm in my dorm.
A thick red ribbon the same color as his eyes with thin ribbons of transparent black and twining lines of gold. Feeling like life. Like hope for a one day.
The roi sanivin is still here. Still curled around the tree before me with blue belladon at its base and black blood still dripping.
It will be awhile. I can feel it.
Mavyllora, he whispers. A warm breeze blowing my name from behind me. Mavyllora, my sweet killer of gods.
My eyes do not leave the red flower.
I will not die here.
I will not die here.
I will not die here.
I hate you.
I’m sure he grins. I can see the expression so clearly in my mind.
I will kill you, I promise.
I’m already dead.
Then I will shred whatever is left of your spirit and soul until there is nothing left.
And he laughs.
He laughs and laugh and laughs.
But I grin at that red flower. True killer of all. Symbol of the Forgotten God of Blood Moons but only because he was the first to use it to kill a god.
Godskiller.
Not yet, I whisper into the ether. But soon.