Chapter 23 #2
“So, you’ll teach me how to mix drinks,” she said.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Kohl. I want you. I want to be with you.” Her hand slid down the front of his shirt until it rested over his heart. “But what about the other side of you? What does he think about all of this?”
“He’s already laid his claim, it seems.” With his thumb, he skimmed the outer edges of her burn.
She frowned up at him. “The burn? Are you serious? I thought it was an accident.”
Kohl nodded. “It’s how dragons mark their mates, from what I’ve been told.”
“Then why are we even discussing this? Pour me a drink.”
He only hesitated a brief second before he lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit through the skin until he tasted blood, then he lifted her head with his other hand and held it to her mouth.
Unlike him, Devon didn’t hesitate at all. The moment she tasted his blood, she groaned with pleasure and settled in to drink. When the wound began to heal itself, she wrapped her hands around his arms and bit down hard, her eyes flashing up to his when he grunted. But she didn’t stop.
His upper lip lifted, exposing his fangs as her pleasure roared through him.
Her bites began to heal. Slowly, at first. And then all at once. He allowed her to drink until not a trace of the wounds remained. Shifting his hips away from her leg, he studied her burn. The blistered and damaged skin was now a bright pink. Over time, it would dull, but the scar would remain.
The mood in the room suddenly shifted, and Kohl’s head snapped up.
Her eyes, so dull and lifeless just a few moments ago, burned with golden fire.
Strength filled her hands where they clenched around his arm, holding his wrist to her mouth.
She began to move restlessly on the bed, rubbing her thighs together and arching her back.
Kohl pulled his wrist away despite her sounds of protest and licked the bite clean. Fire raged through his blood and his dick was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. He needed to touch her. He needed to be inside of her.
Rising from the bed, he quickly shed his clothing.
Devon tried to follow his lead, but he moved so fast she barely had a chance to sit up before he was helping her.
With mixed feelings of relief and impatience, he saw she still wore her underthings.
Kohl made quick work of them, practically tearing the strips of lace and cotton from her body.
His mouth came down hard on hers. He tasted the blood on her lips—his blood—and he growled with hunger as he pressed her down upon the mattress. Devon lifted her hips to meet him, fingers clawing at his back, making those little sounds he loved so much.
Sliding one arm beneath her leg, he opened her to him, and with one smooth thrust, he slid inside her wet heat. Kohl rolled his hips, pushing deeper still. Her body stretched to fit him, clenching around him as he withdrew only to thrust again.
Devon met him each time, her moans mixing with his.
The fullness of her breasts taunted him, and Kohl bent his head to catch one stiff dusky-brown nipple in his mouth.
His throat burning with thirst, he couldn’t resist nipping through her skin just enough for a taste of the sweet blood running just below the surface.
Devon held his head to her breast as he suckled her, welcoming his ever-increasing thrusts.
And it still wasn’t enough.
Her blood called to him, and Kohl raised his head. Their eyes clashed. His burning. Hers heavy-lidded with passion. Kohl bared his fangs, breathing in her scent. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
“I want you,” she said, and then she exposed her neck to his hungry gaze.
Blood pulsed in time to her racing heart, taunting him, and Kohl sank his fangs into her throat with a moan of pleasure.
Her blood rushed into his mouth. Feeding him.
Nourishing him. Re-energizing him. It travelled through his body with the force of a freight train, stimulating every cell and every muscle, flowing through him until his head felt like it was going to float off his body and his dick swelled painfully.
The beast stretched, filling his limbs until he was the dragon and the dragon was him.
Both of them loving Devon as she whimpered with need, her fingers digging into his arms, hanging on as she reached her climax and her body convulsed beneath him, squeezing him until he felt his own release hit the base of his spine, barreling up his cock and into her sweet heat.
Releasing her from his bite, Kohl rose above her and threw his head back, his hips pumping uncontrollably until he couldn’t give her anymore.
When it was over, he fell on top of her, his body shuddering with the after effects. When he felt he could move, he rolled off of her and pulled her up against his side.
They lay like that until they caught their breath, fingers lazily touching warm skin, until Devon broke the silence. “So, what happens now?”
He kissed the curls on her temple. “I have no fucking idea.”