Chapter 17 Sylas #2
His eyes blazed back at me, wolf and vampire breaking through in equal measure.
He was in his sexy, primal state.
I snagged the waistband of his jeans, then shoved him onto the bed.
As his back hit it, I could see that he’d fallen into it, that without my magic, I’d had barely a physical impact on him.
But there was a whole other way I could impact him physically. And that didn’t matter whether I had my magic or not.
At my brief hesitation because of the magic thing that’d hit me, I saw him register it and nod at me reassuringly, as he held his hand out toward me, beckoning me to him with such a glorious needy expression.
I took it, and then he jerked me to him with a single burst of strength.
In the very next beat, he had me shoved up into a sitting position against the headboard, and then he was climbing on me, straddling my lap, then grinding all over me, the rough fabric of his jeans abrading my pants, his wolf claw pendant gliding over my chest.
He linked his arms around my neck and kissed my jaw, my cheeks, before slicking his tongue over my lips.
“Fucking missed you so much.” He breathed me in, scenting me like an animal.
“Mmm… touch me. Kiss me. Set my fucking blood on fire as you fuck up into me. Need you there… need that incredible cock. Above fucking all, I need you, us. Do you hear me?”
“Oh, I hear you loud and clear.” I reached around and squeezed his ass. “Now get these jeans off, then tear mine the hell apart.”
In a burst of speed that I could barely register, he had his jeans off without even seeming to lift off my lap.
And then he startled me as he called his talons, instead of his claws, then swept them over my pants, not even nicking me slightly as he tore them to shreds.
“No boxers? Thought that was my thing as well?” he teased, retracting his talons.
“Guess I’m taking leaves out of your book all over the place.”
“Works out really fucking well right now,” he uttered on a moan as he wrapped his hand around my very hard cock. His wild eyes were fixed on mine as he jerked me slow and easy in a heady erotic way that had me throwing my head back against the headboard.
“Motherfucker,” I groaned. “Lazriel.”
“Yeah, there’s my name dripping off your tongue in that sexy way.”
“There’s gonna be a hell of a lot more dripping off it soon.”
I ran my fingers over his crown, gathering the dribbling precum, and teasing him a little while I was at it, making him tremble for me.
Then I brought them to my mouth and licked them nice and slow, as he watched with rapt attention, his strokes of my shaft turning harder and rougher, making pleasure spark all fucking over. It wasn’t just pleasure either, or mind-spinning bliss.
It never had been with him.
Lazriel, Velra, and Cassius… they had this effect on me that took me out of whatever nightmare was swirling around me and threatening to drag me into the undertow, and they held me in the moment, held me with them, immersed in them.
It had made it all the more difficult and mentally taxing in my current state to push away from them so I could deal with this… fucked-up issue.
“Sylas?”
I jolted as Lazriel’s stroking stopped, his hand leaving my cock altogether.
He brushed his knuckles over my cheek. “Where did you go? Do you… are you not up to this? Not physically, obviously, I mean—”
“I’m all good,” I said, clasping his hand on my face. “I could never not want you, or this with you.”
“So it’s not… it’s not because I… you know… told you I loved you before I left, before that spell you performed?”
I smiled and leaned in, holding his gaze. “I told you I loved you too, if you recall.”
“I do, but, under the circumstances, I thought maybe…”
“Maybe that I’d just blurted it out?” I shook my head vehemently. “Not my style. Especially not when it comes to that. Or how I feel about you and what you’ve come to mean to me. I love you. It’s an indisputable fact, as well as my vow to you.” I took his face in my hands. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” he rasped, getting choked up.
“Good,” I breathed at his ear. “Now gather all that delicious precum and get your lovely hole nice and slippery for me.”
He sucked in an unsteady breath, getting caught up in it all.
I reached out and took his hand, guiding it to his cock. His fingers started moving as he held my gaze, slicking them in all that warm stickiness. And then he grinned at me and reached around to his ass.
My cock jerked as a hot little moan escaped him when he started stroking, then dipping inside, probing with one finger first, before adding a second, being a good boy for me and doing as I’d commanded.
He rocked back and forth on my lap, moans melding with grunts and gasps as he worked himself open.
I trailed my fingers over his pecs, down to his abs, feeling every inch of his skin that was near feverish in his worked up state.
He melted into it, into me, digging his fingers into my right shoulder. A bite of pain shot through me and I looked to see that he’d dropped his talons again, scraping my skin, hard enough to draw blood.
His nostrils flared.
His fangs dropped.
“Your blood… it’s not… it’s different. Your scent was too, I just… I didn’t think beyond that. I guess I was too caught up.”
Of course. With my magic bound, the toxicity wouldn’t be present. That came from my sickness and from the death magic infused in my blood. Neither of which was a factor currently.
He eased his fingers free, then I grabbed his hips and hauled him closer, right up against me. “Sink down deep, babe. Then bury those sexy fangs in my throat.”
“Shit, Sylas,” he choked.
He snatched the headboard above me, clamping his hands down, and I heard the wood crack under the force of his strength, just as he started lowering himself onto me.
I held the base of my cock steady, grunting as I breached him.
He barely slowed down, going deeper and deeper, swallowing me whole in mere moments, before he was taking me right to the root, and settling on me buried deep in his beautiful ass.
The pressure was out of this world, and the way he kept clenching…
fuck me… it sent shocks of bliss through me that had my mind awhirl in seconds.
“Ah, fuck, too long,” I uttered. “Too fucking long.”
A low, rumbling chuckle came from him. “I know, right? Jeez. Never again.”
I rolled my hips, nice and easy, and I heard more cracking of the headboard.
“Yeah…. more. More.”
I smiled. He wanted me to set the rhythm.
I grasped his ass and thrust up into him, earning a delicious hiss from him that sounded all the more feral with his fangs dropped.
As I moved him up and down my cock, he fell into it really well, riding me.
Rougher.
Harder.
Becoming more frantic.
“Ungh… yeah,” he breathed.
I shifted my weight, angling my cock, hitting his sweet spot, and he cried out in rapture.
When I grasped his shaft, he nearly shot off my lap.
But I didn’t stop.
Watching his reactions, hearing his cries of pleasure, feeling his beautiful ass squeezing the fuck out of my dick… it was all-encompassing.
I fisted him wildly.
“Sylas… you keep doing that and I… I need a second… or I’m gonna—”
His words ended with a wolf howl and a vampiric snarl at the same time as he shot all over my fingers, lurching but never ceasing his bouncing on my cock, riding it all the way through, and then continuing on through to the other side.
“Mmm,” I groaned, gathering up his cum all over my abs and licking it off my hand.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and then he leaned into me, slicking his tongue over the right side of my neck, back and forth, marking me.
“Do it,” I told him. “Taste me.”
I jolted, sharp pain shooting through me as he sank them deep.
“Fuck… ungh,” I cried, fucking up into him like a madman as he began the draw, his tongue swiping over my neck in the process somehow, licking and sucking, tasting my blood, all fucking feral.
He employed his vampire speed, albeit not as much as usual, because of me being bound.
And it sent me over the edge, then I was spurting deep inside him, over and over and over, until I didn’t think it would end, ecstasy tearing through me.
It had to be the bite, him feeding… it was prolonging my orgasm in a way I wasn’t used to, in a way I couldn’t currently deal with.
I felt him spurt in my hand, coming again, but being wolf and vampire, he could just keep going.
My pleasure climbed higher and higher until I was roaring out into the room.
It was overwhelming, but because it was, I also didn’t want to stop it.
It was too immersive… too fucking incredible.
Even as lightheadedness set in.
Even as I could no longer thrust up into him.
Even as I could no longer… keep my eyes open.
My surroundings slipped away.
His face faded.
And then it was all gone.