Chapter 25 - Anson
25
ANSON
I close the front door behind my father and Wai Lin as they head home to rest and gather everything needed for the spell they’ll be back to perform tomorrow night. Then I lean back against it with a long, drawn-out sigh as my emotions well up to overwhelm me again. I close my eyes and concentrate on retaining my control and grapple with the fear, anxiety, and anger like I have been since my father suggested risking his life for me. I still don’t like it. It’s bad enough I’m going to lose my family eventually as I continue to live on and on with no end in sight, unless I meet a violent end first. I want to savor every minute I have left with my father, not watch him sacrifice himself for someone as unworthy as me.
I breathe in Ameera’s luscious floral scent just before her gentle hands cup my face, then open my eyes to see her gazing up at me with a frown.
“I can see you’re struggling tonight, zem?r,” she murmurs. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, burrowing my face into her soft, dark hair. “This helps,” I whisper.
I hold her against me and wonder if this will be one of the last times I get to feel her in my arms. My God, just the thought of this being our last night together makes me feel even more out of sorts. I tighten my grip on her in my desperation.
“It’s going to be okay,” she says, and I wish I could believe her.
The spell to get my magic back is far more difficult than I ever imagined. Even with the newfound strength my magic had reached before I died may not have been enough to handle it. But at least it would’ve allowed me to tether my aura to a ley line without as much of a risk as my father is taking tomorrow night. And with that thought, there go my rampant emotions again, and this time I start to tremble.
Ameera pulls away. “Come on,” she says, then takes my hand and turns to lead me farther into the house.
We move past the living room where Samuel and Aydin are chatting. Dre is upstairs in a guest room sleeping after I insisted he do so since he’s been skipping sleep and running himself ragged to help us out. Ameera pulls me along to the steps that lead downstairs and I follow her down into the sitting room, then across the room to the mirror that’s the entrance to our daytime resting place.
She opens the door with the palm scanner and leads me inside the luxurious room. I breathe a sigh of relief as she shuts the rest of the world out and turns to focus all of her attention on me. There’s no mistaking the dark glint of lust in her eyes as she looks at me, and it awakens a heated rush of desire that goes straight to my groin. This is exactly what I need right now, to lose myself in my lust for this woman and forget everything else. So I crowd her up against the door, placing both my hands on either side of her head before letting my scorching gaze glide down the length of her body.
She looks stunning, as always, in a formfitting black suit that highlights her curves, and a dark red camisole beneath it that shows off her cleavage. I end my perusal at her mouth and I lose all semblance of control when she bites her full bottom lip.
I nip at her mouth, latching on to her lower lip and giving it a brief tug before kissing her like the starving animal I am right now. My mouth throbs as my fangs extend and I deepen the kiss until I nick her lip and the sweet coppery taste of her blood hits my tongue. I groan at how good she tastes, and she claws at my shirt with a needy whimper. I snatch up her hands and pin them to the wall on either side of her head. Then I continue kissing her like a man possessed, as I press my raging erection against her belly.
I pull away with a low growl and revel in her heavy-lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips. I need more of this… of her, and I’ll never get enough. My lust skyrockets, threatening to turn me into a mindless rutting beast, but I can’t let that happen. Ameera’s pleasure must come first, and only then will I allow myself to find mine.
“Strip and get on the bed,” I say in a gruff voice that tells her I mean business. “Now.”
Ameera doesn’t hesitate and almost tears her clothes in her haste to remove them, her pitch black eyes fixed on me as she does. I’d have done it myself, but I don’t trust myself enough to keep my shit together. She hurries over to the bed once she’s naked and climbs onto it, then positions herself on all fours with her ass facing me and I grin. The little minx knows exactly what the sight of her luscious ass does to me. I shudder as I fight the urge to descend upon her and ravage every inch of her until I’m spent. When I feel a little less wild, I yank my shirt off over my head and toss it aside as I approach her, leaving my jeans on as a last line of defense in case I lose control again.
I drop to my knees, then grab her hips and yank her backwards before burying my face between her legs with a snarl. She squeals in surprised delight, then presses back against me. Hell fucking yeah. If she wants more from me, then she’ll have it. I work her clit hard and fast with my tongue, driving her toward an orgasm with merciless intent until she comes screaming and shuddering as her heart hammers away in her chest. I lap up the sweet nectar of her release. Then I do it again and again until she’s blubbering out my name and only my hands are keeping her from sinking onto the mattress in a limp puddle of goo.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m standing and pushing my jeans and boxer shorts down. Then I’m taking my dick in hand, ready to thrust deep inside her when I stop myself. The last time I had her on the bed on her hands and knees like this, I’d fucked her from behind so I couldn’t see her face. I have no intention of repeating that shameful act right now, even if the resentment that led to it is long gone now. She deserves better than that. Especially if this is our last time together. That thought threatens my control over my emotions, and I cast it aside before they can get the better of me again.
“Roll over,” I demand in a low growl as I finish undressing.
She complies and looks up at me with hazy, lust-drunk eyes and her legs spread wide, her beautiful wet pussy on display for me. I grin. The woman is never shy about her body and I love it.
I crawl up into the bed and kneel between her legs, my eyes never leaving hers. I hover above her and notch the head of my dick at her entrance. Then I press inside her with an agonizing slowness that has her eyes rolling back in her head and a deep moan escaping her lips. I pause when I reach the end of her, our bodies joined as one, and I tremble at the tight clasp of her channel that nearly sends me over the edge too soon. I refuse to come unless she’s right there with me.
I regain control and begin moving in and out of her in a slow glide that has me on the verge of an orgasm again. I grit my teeth and fight it down as I increase my pace. She moans in encouragement and twines her legs around mine, so I move faster, harder, my eyes intent on her face so I know when she’s close. I change things up a few strokes later, angling my hips so my next thrust has her gasping and eyes widening with heightened pleasure. I grin in triumph and do it again and again as her cries grow louder and louder. She comes a few strokes later, her back arching and her pussy squeezing and pulsing around my cock as she calls out my name.
I lower myself onto my forearms and clasp her hands on either side of her head, our fingers latching as I kiss her hard and deep. She moans into my mouth as her orgasm continues, her grip on my hands tightening until it almost hurts. When her pleasure ebbs, I send her up again and this time she throws her head back and wails; the sound filling the room. I slow my pace to keep from coming too soon as her pussy clasps me tight once again. She comes back down and meets my gaze with hooded, pitch black eyes. Her glamour presses at my mind, an insistent nudge that I could brush away, but I don’t. I welcome her into my mind and warm bliss washes over me, heightening what already felt good into something downright amazing.
“Bite me,” she commands, her fangs long and sharp now. “Bite me and make me come again.” Then she lifts her chin and exposes her throat to me.
Who am I to disobey my sire’s orders?
Bloodlust roars to life inside me and I go still deep inside her. I lean down and brush my lips over the petal soft side of her neck. Then I kiss her there for a moment before opening my mouth and pressing my fangs into her tender flesh. She gasps as I pierce her skin and the wondrous coppery tang of her blood floods my mouth. That’s all it takes to make me lose what little control I had over my body. The next thing I know, I’m pounding into her as I take deep pulls of her blood. A few seconds later she’s coming again, screaming as she falls apart beneath me and it’s all too much for me. I join her in the next instant, my body convulsing as my orgasm rushes through me. I end the bite and throw my head back to cry out with the glorious pleasure of it all as I empty all that I am into the woman I love.
Ameera lifts her head and finds my throat with her mouth, and now it’s her turn to bite me. The bright spark of pain as her fangs sink into my skin makes my orgasm soar even higher. It seems to go on forever as she feeds from me, my entire body rigid as sweet euphoria sweeps me away to the edge of oblivion. When it’s over, I’m boneless atop Ameera’s equally limp body, both of us breathing hard and our hearts pounding in unison.
After a few moments, I roll off of her and pull her close, twining my legs with hers as our eyes meet. I reach out and cup her face in my hand and she does the same. “I love you, Ameera Fatali,” I murmur as my consciousness wavers with the rising sun outside.
“And I love you, Anson Hale,” she replies, her face growing indistinct as my vision fades. Then I barely catch her last words as the world falls away into nothingness. “Forever and always.”