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FUCKING NEEDY PET
IVY
H enry doesn’t know what to do. He’s reeling from my confession, only standing because his muscles are working on memory, not instruction. His heart would have stopped if it had a beat and the man stares at me, petrified and in shock. He’s lost his confident exterior and shown the uncertainty beneath it, offering me a glimpse of the darkness beneath his surface.
I’ve always known it was there. Always recognized it for what it is. I didn’t understand but it doesn’t frighten me anymore now I do.
“Are you going to say something?” I ask.
Bright blue eyes flick up to meet mine and they’re full of confusion, hope, and devotion. He lets his perfect lips curl into a hint of a smile before he walks towards the bed, still in a trance as he makes his way over .
He slides in next to me and pulls me against him, nestling me next to him. We lie together and our bodies obliterate the space between us, silently screaming in a language they understand.
“I’ve never been so fucking terrified.”
I hum and his fingers trail down me.
“What happens with me and Ryan now?” I ask.
Henry draws a long, deep breath. “Nothing. He has some of your memories, and I assume he’ll tell you which ones.”
I sigh, relieved.
“Ryan and I have the same sire, and that connection strengthens our friendship and all we’ve endured together,” he says. “I know you don’t like him, but you don’t have to fear him and if you give him a chance…”
I scoff and cut him off. “Says the man who was torturing him a few minutes ago. I don’t dislike him. He’s an asshole. A reasonable one. I dislike the idea of him controlling me.”
“He can’t manipulate or control you,” Henry says. “Unlike me. Ivy, our bond lets me influence you, at least a little.”
“I know,” I whisper.
His head nods. “It doesn’t bother you?”
I smile and lift my head off his chest. “No. It works both ways.”
“Indeed,” Henry says, smiling back as my head drops onto his chest again.
I nestle into him and settle, finding a way to keep talking as we rest in silence, coming together again. It’s simple and calm, tranquil and easy. It’s the way I’d like us to be and we find balance within and between ourselves. I doze and he plays with my hair, weaving his fingers through its blond tresses as he soothes me to sleep .
Henry’s still holding me when I wake.
“Feel better?” he asks.
I nod and rub my eyes, letting them adjust to the faint light creeping through the shutters. Every window in the castle is adorned with a thick cover, presumably making life easier for most of its inhabitants.
I stagger to the bathroom and Henry stays a few steps behind me, letting me do this for myself but keeping an eye on me. He’s there in case I fall and his concern is appreciated but not needed.
I’m not quite as fragile as he thinks. I survived last night and I think I’m beginning to flourish here. Despite my human weakness. Even with the odds stacked against me. Against us.
Henry leans against the wall, watching as I shower and spend a little more time than usual on myself. I’ve earned these moments and I pay attention to my aching muscles, being careful with the bandage on my wrist. I ask Henry if it’ll scar as I get dressed and his eyes darken, overcome by sadness.
“Yes,” he says. “We all carry scars, Ivy. Not all of them are visible.”
We sit and he adjusts the cushions and blankets, searching for perfection when it’s already more than good enough. I frown and he ignores me, staring at the lines of my brow like they’re adorable.
“You promised to let me care for you. In front of a priest no less,” he says. “Are you hungry?”
I shake my head and the tightening of his jaw signals he isn’t pleased. We argue about whether I am or am not hungry silently, using eye gestures and small facial movements to make our positions clear.
“You’ve not eaten all day,” Henry says, bringing the argument to an end as he picks up the phone and orders food from whoever’s at the other end. “Indulge me, lea. Don’t make me insist.”
I pout and Henry ignores it. He leans forward, tucking hair behind my ears before running his knuckles over my face—and my core warms. I wasn’t cold or sleepy, but his touch wakes me and a familiar flush spreads over my chest.
Henry’s pupils dilate and he’s noticed my response. We’re finding our balance again as we slip back into our familiar roles. He’s taking control and I’m letting him have it, no longer fighting him every step of the way.
He answers the door and places the tray of food on the table. My stomach grumbles and he laughs as I’m betrayed. I dart forward, lunging for the food, and he taps my hand away, shaking his head as he tsks loudly.
The sound makes me shudder in all the right ways and Henry’s grin widens.
“Did I say you could feed yourself?”
A whine escapes my lips and Henry’s pupils widen further as my excitement catches his attention. I widen my eyes and try pleading with them and, to my horror, Henry grins.
“That’s fucking adorable, lea, but you can do better.” He sits and places some cushions on the floor. “Ask me nicely, and I’ll think about it.”
My clit isn’t thinking about it. It’s throbbing and I’m sure Henry knows. His fingertips dig into the sofa and he shifts his weight, nodding towards the cushions he’s arranged for me.
I slide onto my knees and tentatively find my position. I’m still sore and I adjust myself, leaning more weight on Henry than usual. He lets me take my time and only when I’m comfortable does he grow a little impatient. I stare at his hands, working out what I want to say, and there’s only one thing I want .
“I want you.”
Henry tenses as he strains to keep control.
“Fuck me, lea,” he says, rasping. “You’re full of surprises today. Are you sure, Ivy? You only have this once, and I want it to be perfect.”
I nod. “I’m sure. I want this. It’s perfect. With you. Because it’s you.”
He smiles and stares at me, transfixed as I kneel beneath him. It’s a look of pure devotion. There’s no room for doubt and no reservation in his gaze. His soul found mine and it whispered to my heart, and now we’re inextricably linked as we find ourselves in each other and delight in the symmetry between us.
This is all I want. For all its darkness, all its complexity. For its difficulties and its ease. This is who and what we are. It’s what we’re meant to be.
“Open,” he says, grabbing some food from the plate.
My lips part, Henry places some salami on my tongue, and I wait, watching the excitement rippling through him.
“Swallow.”
I close my mouth, chew and swallow. A groan rolls off Henry’s chest and I open again, asking for more. He stares, mesmerized, and places more of the cold meat in my mouth. I shut my mouth around his fingers and suck as he withdraws them, earning another low moan from his lips.
“Behave, lea.” He grins.
We’ve performed this ritual so many times I know exactly where the line is. I’m teasing him as much as he’s playing with me, and both of us are aroused. My body’s on fire and my clit’s already desperate for him to play with me and as he continues to feed me, the throbbing becomes unbearable.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hisses, noticing the movement of my hand. “That’s mine. All fucking mine, lea. Wait until your Master gives you permission.”
Fucking. Hell.
I’m fucking needy and I’m soaked.
I’m desperate for anything he’ll give me. Whatever he’ll give me. Right now, I’d do almost anything he asked to relieve the goddamn agony of pleasure stirring between my legs.
He makes me wait, enjoying every goddamn squirm and the pain of my predicament. Henry’s stoking my arousal and I’m responding to his command and I’m so damn turned on it’s impossible to focus. The only thoughts running through my head are my need to end this excruciating wait and what it’ll feel like when he finally ends my misery.
Dessert is messy and he’s enjoying smearing it around my mouth. I lick and suck, cleaning his fingers as he holds them out for me. Patiently. Too damn patiently. I need this to end and my clit’s screaming this is an agony it can’t endure for much longer.
“Please,” I rasp, unable to stand it any longer.
“Not yet,” Henry says, offering me more food. “Finish your dinner, lea. Then we can play.”
I whine and he smirks. He places another piece of sticky cake into my mouth and I moan around his fingers. Henry shudders and I risk a glance at his groin, certain he’s struggling with the excitement as much as I am. I flick my tongue over his fingers as I suck and he tips his head back, groaning in pleasure.
He holds his fingers out and I tease him, licking slowly, attentively and making damn sure he knows everything I’m imagining when our eyes connect.
“I’m finished, Master.”
I sit back on my heels and wait .
His eyes light with desire and I’m barely containing myself. I want to leap onto his lap and demand he meet my needs, but I’m suddenly nervous and slightly hesitant. This will be familiar and then it won’t be. There’ll be everything we’ve done before and then nothing will be the same.
I’m ready, but I’m nervous. We’re ready, but I don’t want to disappoint.
Henry leans forward and strokes my face. It’s gentle, soft. He’s caught my anxiety and the touch of his fingers on my skin is all the reassurance I need.
“Strip, lea. I want to see you.”
I obey, slowly taking off everything except my lingerie. I’m awkward and shaky, while Henry is on the verge of madness and getting closer with every item of clothing I remove.
“Fuck it,” he growls. “I’m too fucking hungry to wait.”
He swoops me into his arms and carries me to his bed. I’m squealing and laughing, begging him to stop and pleading for more. He drops me onto it and pulls me to the edge, pushing my legs apart and resting my feet on the mattress.
I’m completely exposed. Completely vulnerable. His fingers trail down my stomach and electric sparks flash through me, making me even more alive with arousal.
“Please, Master.”
His hands brush aside the delicate lace and I writhe, desperate for him to relieve the pressure and heat between my legs. Henry hisses as he sucks air through his teeth and his fingers run over me, playing with the mess I’ve made of myself.
“Fucking needy pet,” he mumbles. “Making such a mess because Master made you wait.”
“I can’t…”
He tsks and I quiet. “You think I don’t know? I know exactly where you are, Ivy. I know the pleasure rippling through you and destroying every inch of your fucking perfect body. I know the agony of being forced to wait, desperate for relief, and the ecstasy you’ll get when I slide my cock inside you.”
I blush and arch my back, throwing my head against the mattress as I give in and let the filthy things he’s saying make me more aroused.
“I’m going to fuck you until you break, lea. Until that perfect pussy of yours can’t take anymore and you don’t know what the fuck you want. I want you caught between agony and ecstasy. I want you begging for my cock to relieve the unbearable tension of being without me inside you.”
My core trembles and I bite my lip, whining as his thumb catches my clit.
“Ask me nicely, lea.”
Fuck, I’m done. I’m already embarrassingly close to climax and Henry’s barely touched me. I’d give anything for release and when he blows air over it, I break.
“Please, Henry. Please. I need this. I need you. Fucking hell, Henry. I can’t take any more of this. Please.”
He grins and his fingers press against my clit. Pleasure sweeps through me and I groan loudly, no longer caring about any of the noises coming out of my mouth.
“Beg, lea.”
I’m too turned on to question what the hell I’m going to say, and I start pleading for more. I’m writhing on the bed, opening my legs and offering him anything—everything—I can to get him to give me more. My body’s alive and I’ve never known excitement like this. I’m hot and fucking bothered, and so close to climax that my legs are tensing, but I can’t quite get there. I’m dangerously close to falling off the edge and Henry’s holding me there, keeping me balanced on a knife-edge .
“Please,” I plead. “I can’t… I need to come… For god’s sake, Henry… I need… Please…”
He tsks and I writhe.
“Please, Master.”
“Good girl,” he replies instantly, slamming the heel of his wrist onto my clit. Pleasure explodes and I come for him, contracting hard and fast as wave after wave of sheer bliss washes over me. I’m screaming and clawing at myself, breaking apart and overcome with whatever madness this orgasm is—and Henry refuses to let it end, pushing harder and drawing the damn thing out until I can’t take one second more.
Henry pushes me back to the center of the mattress, staring at me as I pant and try to cool. He rests on his knees, undressing himself as I stare, hypnotized and unable to do anything but breathe.
“Such a good girl for me,” he says, humming to himself. “I didn’t eat dessert though.”
His mouth crashes onto my chest and his tongue plays over my skin. He’s trailing kisses down my body, occasionally sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I writhe, enjoying the sensation, still sensitive.
Henry’s head dives between my legs and I scream as he sucks on my clit. My legs try to snap shut and he smacks the inside of my thigh. It’s a short, sharp awakening and I’m roused from my post-orgasmic trance.
“Behave, lea. I’m starving and you’ve already made me wait for what’s mine.”
I groan and his mouth plays with me. I writhe and he holds me down, flicking his tongue over my clit and sucking it into his mouth. Henry’s not playing with me. He’s fucking eating me alive. There’s no pause, no respite, no reprieve. Only this. Only him. Only us .
His fingers slide inside me and I clench around them, seeking more pleasure. He moves them hard and fast, curling his fingers forward and driving me insane. I’m practically coming again, begging him to stop and never let this end.
Heat rises again and my movements become erratic. I’m grinding into him and I don’t give one single shit. I’m too lost in pleasure, too aroused and consumed by my desire, and my inhibitions evaporate as I chase the release I want. I need. I fucking need it.
“Please, Henry. I’m going to come.”
“When I say, lea. Not before.”
I tremble and his mouth sucks on my clit again. Henry looks up and I stare down at him, completely at ease with him and what we’re doing. I want this, and I drop my head back, surrendering to him.
“Come for me, lea,” he whispers. “Come all over my fucking face.”
His fingers push harder and his tongue flicks over me and I scream, giving in as another orgasm washes over me. I’m shaking uncontrollably and I’ve lost control of my legs. I’ve lost control of everything again and this is perfect. This is heaven. I don’t want it to end. I’ll never want it to end.
Henry sits between my legs, staring at me like I’m everything he ever wanted and more. I’m sweaty, hot, panting and my hair’s a goddamn mess—and I’m certain he thinks I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He lowers himself over me, kissing me until I need more again. I press into him and he stills, pulling back and watching, searing the image of me into his memory.
I groan as his fingers slip inside me again and he plays slowly, carefully, attentively. This is gentle, soft, and we both know where this is going this time .
“Are you sure, Ivy?”
I nod. “Certain.”
My eyes glance at his cock and I swallow. I’ve got no frame of reference, but it isn’t small. It’s perfectly symmetrical and weeping precum, and I gasp as he runs his head over me. It’s smoother than I expected, somehow both hard and soft. It’s a different sensation but it’s nice.
Better than nice.
It’s perfect.
So very perfect.
His eyes meet mine and we hold each other’s gazes. Henry smiles and the heavens changed, rearranging the stars to our design. He’s given me the gifts I needed and I’ve given him everything he ever wanted. We’re equal, balanced, poised. We’re in perfect harmony and our exchange isn’t a transaction. It’s a give and a take, a push and a pull. It’s the thunderous roar of silence that doesn’t need to scream to be heard.
“I need you inside me, Henry,” I sigh, guessing at what he’s waiting for. “It’s agony to wait. Please.”
Henry nudges his cock forward and I moan, caught by the sensation of him pressing into me. His eyes flick down before returning to meet mine and he sighs as he slowly pushes forward.
I gasp and the feeling’s unlike any other. It’s pinching and I’m full. Strangely full. As if I was always empty but didn’t know it, finally aware of him inside me. My mouth falls open and I breathe, trying to relax as Henry moves forward, slowly but relentlessly easing inside me until our hips meet.
“Fuck.”
“That’s the point,” he says, laughing. “Breathe and relax.”
I nod and his hand runs down my face .
“You’re fucking stunning, lea. Absolutely perfect.”
Henry thrusts slowly, straining as he gently slides his cock in and out of me. He’s giving me time to adjust and adapt to all the new sensations. It’s nice and I settle, but I can’t quite relax. This is right, but it isn’t and I’m confused, and not because I’m struggling with the newness of all of this.
I stare at Henry and he pushes all the way inside me before stopping. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Do you want this to stop?”
I shake my head frantically, unable to find my words.
“Tell me, lea. Tell me what you need or so help me, I’ll lose my goddamn mind.”
My fingers stroke his stomach muscles and find the certainty I need in their soft but hard curves.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Henry’s eyes shoot open wide and for a single, agonizing second, he’s too shocked to move. His breathing hitches and he smiles, completely taken aback and utterly entranced.
“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”
He slams into me and I gasp, unable to catch my breath before he slams into me again. It’s hard, it’s fast. It’s fucking perfect and my body clenches around him as he moves without constraint. Henry’s not holding back anymore, fucking me the way he wants. The way we were meant to fuck.
And it’s absolute heaven.
There’s pleasure and a tinge of pain that sharpens the senses, holding me back from oblivion. It heightens my arousal and excitement, making my body come alive as it tries to shatter underneath Henry.
He isn’t gentle. He’s kind but not considerate. His hips work harder and their angle increases, and I scream, moaning his name as I gasp and scratch and writhe. I plead for more and beg for a moment to catch myself between heaven and hell in the whirlwind that’s all we are—and this is right.
“Ivy, you’re stunning,” he rasps. “Gods, it fucking hurts as you clench around my dick. Your pussy’s so damn tight, lea. It was made for me. You were made for me.”
I moan and tighten, already contracting as I start to shatter.
“Don’t you dare come.”
I bite my lip and tense, trying to hold back the climax that feels inevitable.
“You come for me. Only me. Only when I fucking tell you.”
I shake and the excitement’s more than I can bear and my orgasm sweeps through me, tearing into every muscle of my body and setting me on fire. I’m delirious, I’m lost. I’m completely safe and screaming for Henry as he keeps going, chasing his own high.
His thrusts become erratic and he drops his head, contracting the muscles in his stomach as he gets close to the release he needs. His face falls into the now familiar sharp features and as his head tips back, his fangs descend. He releases a primal, vicious roar as his cock jerks inside me and I watch his orgasm destroy him in the same way mine devastated me.
Henry’s rhythm slows until it’s lazy and he’s making sure every drop of his come releases inside me. His eyes are wide as they stare at me, dazed with lust and his climax until he snaps back into reality.
“Fuck, lea. Was I too much? Tell me, I wasn’t. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
I shake my head and smile, still flushed and warm from my orgasm. Henry exhales and slides out of me, lying down beside me and pulling me against him .
He holds me, whispering everything was perfect and promising he’ll always keep me safe and cherish me. It’s soft and tender and contrasts with how he was moments ago. It’s what I need and I relax into him, letting him ease away my worries until there’s only one question left unanswered.
“What does it mean?”
Henry lifts his head. “What does what mean, Ivy?”
“Lea?” I ask. “You promised to tell me.”
He laughs and I don’t understand why.
“It’s from when I was younger. From a time before Ryan and I were turned,” he says, running a finger along my collarbone. “It’s Latin. It translates as lioness, but the meaning’s more than that. A man used it once in his lifetime, only for the woman he respected and adored.”
My mouth forms a perfect circle as I exhale silently.
“Ivy, you’re nothing short of spectacular—strong, courageous, cunning and a vicious protector of those you value. I’m irrevocably in love with you and I’m afraid you are it for me. I won’t let you go because I’m a selfish asshole and I can’t bear to be without you. Fate decided you are mine and if it hadn’t, I’d have fought the gods themselves to have you.”
My blush deepens and I press against him, needing to obliterate any space between us.
“You’re not so bad,” I say, and he laughs wildly. “At least you’re realizing you’re an asshole.”
I close my eyes and rest, enjoying his laughter echoing around us. Henry strokes my skin and plays with my hair, stopping me from falling asleep despite the warmth threatening to carry me away.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
I shake my head and he laughs again .
“You’ve made a mistake, lea. I said I’d fuck you until your pussy was sore, and you and I have a very long—and pleasurable—night ahead of us.”