Chapter 13 #2
Fenton’s tongue was cool between my breasts. “Fallon,” he rasped, kissing below my nipple, and before he gave it the attention we both wanted, he said, “I drink blood.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and it had been so long since someone had touched me like this that I was already brainless.
“And?” I lifted one leg from the ledge so I could turn to him, bracing one arm back so my body was at an incline.
I watched the ecstasy twisting his face, just from tasting my skin.
I cried out when his front teeth scraped over the hardened peak of my nipple, and the awareness of his fangs on either side made it more intense.
He lifted my other dangling leg, then yanked my shorts and panties down my legs without even bothering to undo them.
I gasped and said his name, warning him.
He shook his head and lowered my leg to hang off the edge once more, then kissed a line down the other one, starting at the bent knee.
“And…” His fingers explored the wet heat between my legs, and I barely choked back the moan.
This was getting risky. Any of the Hopes could be back at any time.
I should have stopped this, but I just grabbed the metal guardrail for stability as Fenton’s tongue lapped at my wetness.
“Blood is like a fancy steak dinner.” He licked between every few words, then held up his glistening fingers.
“This is the expensive scotch on the side.” He pressed those fingers back into me, then lapped a trail up to my belly button.
“Your sweat is just the…bread that comes before the meal? I don’t know, I’ve never actually been to an expensive restaurant, but you get it. ”
His tongue lapped me up, and the heat rose in my body.
His thumb played with my nipple, and I held onto my shirt to keep it from sliding down, just so my greedy eyes could watch all of it.
Alarms screamed in the back of my head. I’d just been compared to a meal by a vampire.
Lily, Amanda, Nico, or Gabriel could have walked into that barn at any moment, and I couldn’t decide which of them would be the worst to witness this.
Fenton could have likely expected reciprocation after getting me off, and I had to leave.
But the fire in my body that he was stoking with tongue and fingers burned away the burden of responsibility.
The obsession in his eyes even felt good.
It had been so long since this had happened, since I’d even wanted anyone else to touch my body, that I ignored all logic until my brain was too addled to speak to me anymore.
I ground my hips into his hungry mouth and cried out despite the grip my teeth had on my bottom lip in an effort to hold back the noise.
Fenton moaned into my core as I came, his fingers swirling around where my orgasm clamped against them, begging them not to leave me empty.
My breathing was desperate and lewd, and I lay back against the metal loft to close my eyes and rest while the pleasure made my muscles weak.
Fenton’s kissed my steaming cheek and forehead, and I reminded myself that I needed to go.
Oh, but I had time, didn’t I? I had to wait for the girls to get back from town.
I was so fucking greedy. I actually wanted more, wanted to fill that screaming emptiness that was now endlessly starving after going without for years.
And so I climbed onto Fenton, holding the A-frame pose of my legs expectantly, and he didn’t dawdle in the shock of this turn of events.
He shoved his pants out of the way. I pressed against the tip of him, and despite how wet and desperate I was, it had been years, and so I pushed through the dull, biting ache at my entrance to achieve the deep satisfaction of being filled.
Shock washed over him now that we were moving together, my hips hiccuping over him while I got used to the feeling.
I pawed his muscular chest, and though I’d seen and felt him before, I could enjoy it now.
This had been the first body I ever knew intimately, and I wanted to learn it again.
My hands wanted to catalogue every muscle.
“You can’t…get me pregnant?” I asked, maybe too late. His hips jerked upwards a little harder, but he laughed.
“No, sunshine, no. I shoot blanks now. Seedless as a watermelon.” With a harder thrust, he added, “Thank Christ. Or the devil, or whoever made me.” I kissed him to shut him up.
It’s not like it had ever specifically come up in training with the Hunters, but it was a fact that everyone just kind of knew about vampires. No babies. Thank the Mother.
It was already simmering hot outside, and this was stupid, and my family could have caught me at any second, but Fenton’s hands were making a pilgrimage over my body, and he whispered prayers to me like I was his goddess, all while I moved against him like no more than an animal.
I braced a hand on his chest for balance, and one of his hands made the sacrifice to go to my hip for the same reason.
“Fallon, fuck, Fallon, you’re so gorgeous, I love you.” Fenton looked at me, and I hated how easy it was to read his thoughts. He wanted me forever.
I couldn’t stand looking directly into that terrifying notion, so I buried my face into his shoulder and closed my eyes, and even still, he held me like he loved me.
It should have made it harder, but being in his arms, feeling him inside me, sinking my teeth around his collarbone, it all felt too good.
His fingers reunited with my clit, petting it just how I liked, and as I wondered if he actually remembered how I liked to be touched, I came again, harder and more satisfying when my muscles could pulse around his cock inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good, so perfect, don’t make me leave.
” He pressed the words to the side of my skull, and his arms were too tight around me, and I squeezed my eyes shut while he came.
My eyes flew open at the sharp pain in my shoulder.
He’d sunk his fangs into me, right through my shirt!
The anger that shot to my lips came out as a ragged moan, and I wasn’t sure if it was the return of my second climax or a whole new one that had my muscles twitching again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he breathed into my ear, which meant his teeth were out of me. My hips grinded for more friction, and I was too busy chasing that sharp bliss to care that a vampire had bitten me. That Peter had bitten me.
His mindless string of words continued, a holdover habit from his human days, and I shut it out along with everything else until I was lying on the metal again with Peter beside me.
He kissed up and down my arm, thanking me like I’d given him such a gift.
He licked the punctures in my shoulder, stopping them up with apologies.
I rode the waves until I was back to shore, the world no longer sloshing around me.
I couldn’t push the aftermath away any longer.
I sat up and let my shirt fall back down to cover most of my body.
There were two patches of blood at the shoulder, not too big, but a reminder, a warning.
“Fenton…” I began, and just as I’d expected, his eyes were wet with love and adoration. And pain and heartache.
“Shut up, Fallon,” he huffed and pet my hair. Tears were piled up against his bottom lids, and it must have been pure spite that kept them from overflowing. “Just let me…pretend. For the moment.”
Mary the Mother, I was cruel…
I swallowed the disclaimers I’d prepared and just let him be.
“It felt good?” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
I couldn’t even think about the fangs yet. I laughed, though. Hadn’t it been obvious? “Yeah.”
He kissed me, gentle and loving. Chaste and innocent. I tried to withstand the shame that burned like acid in my throat. He moved away with a resigned sigh.
I pulled my shorts back on, feeling too exposed now. Fenton lounged back on his forearm like the metal floor was actually comfortable.
“Thank you, Fenton,” I said once I stood, then clarified, “For being here for my family. It means a lot.”
“And for you? Being here for you?” He stroked my bare thigh with his thumb.
“Thank you for that, too,” I said with less confidence. “I’m sorry to—”
“Don’t apologize.”
My next breath came out like an arrow. I had too much on my mind.
I knelt in front of Fenton and took hold of his shoulders, then kissed him like he was a receptacle for my fears and worries.
It wasn’t fair, but it felt good. I could have spent the rest of the morning sinking into him, but he jerked away suddenly.
“You better go before I never let you leave me again.”
“Right. Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Take care of them.” I pressed my palm to his cheek and drank in the pride that sparkled in his eyes. Then I went to the stairs, slipped my boots back on, and went back to the house as fast as I could on unsteady legs, desperate for a shower now.
My denim shorts scratched against my bare skin all the way to the front door before I realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked back at the barn, somehow shocked, before I continued inside with a laugh.