Chapter 33 Danica
Danica
Ifeel Rhyland's anger and frustration pulsing through our bond like a live wire. He's pissed off, upset, and probably fantasizing about ripping Lucian's head off and using it as a soccer ball for what he's doing.
I get it. I really do.
That undeniable, possessive tug in our bond, the primal urge to keep each other close and untouched by anyone else—it's like a cosmic "no trespassing" sign that's been hardwired into our very souls.
It's the same possessive feeling that had me ready to go all "jealous girlfriend" on that bitch barmaid who was eye-fucking Rhyland like he was the last piece of man-candy on earth.
But at the same time, I can't really fault Lucian for his behavior. He's running on pure vampire instinct right now, his centuries of self-control and understanding of his own nature wiped clean like a hard drive after a system reset. He's like a newborn vamp, all impulse and no restraint.
Maybe this whole situation, as screwed up as it is, is precisely what Rhyland needs to feel secure in our relationship.
To know, deep down in his bones, that I'm not going anywhere, that I'm his, and he's mine, no matter what.
Hell, it's what I need, too—a reminder that our bond is unbreakable, that nothing and no one can come between us.
It's like we're two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly, and this experience, as bizarre and uncomfortable as it may be, is just another way of reinforcing that connection. A twisted, vampire-induced way of saying "I love you" and "I'm yours forever."
As much as I want to smack Lucian upside the head for his antics, I know I need to cut him a little slack. He's not himself right now, and it's up to me to be the level-headed one (for once).
I whimper as Rhyland's mouth leaves my skin, my body craving more of his touch, more of him. His eyes rake over me, drinking in every inch of my exposed flesh with a hunger that matches my own.
"Goddamn, you're so beautiful," his voice rough with desire. "So sexy."
His words thrill me, igniting sparks of pleasure in every nerve ending. I can feel my arousal pooling between my legs, hot and slick, begging for his attention. He cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples as he watches the play of emotions on my face.
I reach down, needing to touch and feel him like he's feeling me. My hand finds his thick, hard cock, and he hisses at the contact, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Dani," he groans, his voice strained. "You have no idea what you do to me, baby."
I lean in close, my lips grazing his open chest, "I'm happy to find out." I whisper, with promise.
Without hesitation, I sink to my knees, my hands tugging at his pants. I can feel his gaze scorching my skin as I free his impressive length. I stroke him slowly, relishing the feel of his thick, veiny cock in my hand and the way his breath catches.
Then, I take him into my mouth without warning, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head as I suck him deep.
His taste floods my senses, salty and musky, sending a shudder of desire through me.
I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, my hand trying to wrap around the base of his shaft as I start bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.
"Shit, baby," he hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that. Fuck. Take it all."
I take him deeper, my tongue teasing and swirling as I work him.
When he moans, urging me on, I push further, letting his cock slide down my throat until he's hitting the back of it.
Ignoring my gag reflex. Spit leaks from the corners of my mouth as I swallow around him, taking him even deeper until my lips meet the sexy hairs on his pelvis.
The gentle rhythm of the ocean and the crackling fire provide a sultry soundtrack to Rhyland's pleasure, with waves softly caressing the docks like a teasing lover's touch.
"Fuuuck," he grunts, his hips thrusting against my face. "That's it. Take every inch of this cock. Let me see how hungry you are."
I moan around his thick length. His filthy words ignite the fire in my core, sending molten heat straight to my clit. Knowing I'm pleasing him, bringing him to the brink, turns me on like nothing else. I want him to lose control, to come undone because of me.
"Ah, fuck... An...gel," Rhyland whimpers, his voice strained and desperate, like he's teetering on the edge of oblivion. The sound of his raw, unfiltered desire nearly sends me over the edge. It's like a siren's call, urging me to give in to the throbbing ache between my legs and chase my release.
Hearing Rhyland like this, so vulnerable and consumed by his desire for me, is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. It's a heady rush, knowing I have the power to reduce this strong, fearless Viking to a quivering mess.
So I swallow around him again, my throat working his length in a way I know will drive him wild. I moan and whimper around him, my hands gripping his thighs as I take him deeper still. And when I feel him tensing, his body coiled tight, I hollow my cheeks and swallow him to the root.
He comes with a roar, his fingers tightening in my hair as he thrusts once, twice, spilling himself down my throat. I swallow every drop, milking his orgasm until he's spent and shaking, his breath coming in harsh pants.
I release him slowly, letting his cock slide from my lips with a lewd pop. His eyes darken with renewed lust as he takes in the sight of me on my knees, my lips swollen from his cock.
"Goddamn, baby," he rasps, his voice wrecked. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
Oh, I know. This man is insatiable, ready to go round after round.
He hauls me to my feet, his mouth crashing down on mine as he devours me with a kiss. I can still taste him on my tongue, salty and musky and oh-so-fucking-good. He tears at my clothes again, his hands desperate as he strips away the last remnants of my dress until I'm bare to the night.
"Mine," he snarls against my lips, his hands gripping my ass, grinding our bodies together. "All fucking mine."
And I can't help but agree. In this moment, in every moment, I am his, and he is mine.
He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around him as he blurs us to a dark corner of the room. The cold wood of a rum barrel meets my bare ass as he sets me down, making me squeal.
I glance around, eyes wide, realizing that anyone could walk in, catch us, and see what we're doing. It's thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once. My heart races and my breath comes in short gasps as I anticipate what's coming.
I think I want to get caught.
Before I blink, Rhyland has his hands on the underside of my thighs, spreading me wide as he leans in. "I'm fucking parched, baby," he rumbles, his voice a sexy command that makes me shiver. "Drown me in this sweet cunt."
His hot mouth descends on my clit, his tongue swirling over the sensitive nub with expert precision. I moan and squirm against him, already so close to the edge after sucking his glorious cock. My juices coat my thighs as I grind against his face, desperate for more friction.
And he gives it to me. He laps at my arousal, growling in approval as he devours me. His tongue works me mercilessly, driving me higher and higher until I'm a quivering, mewling mess, my hands fisting in his hair.
As I'm sprawled across the barrel, my legs fall open, splayed wide like a feast. My neck hangs off the back as Rhyland controls the lower half of my body.
The rough wood contrasts deliciously with the heat of Rhyland's mouth on my core.
He's hunched over me, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open as he feasts on me.
"Fuck..." I gasp, my head falling back as pleasure crashes over me. "Yes, Rhyland." I whimper. "Make me come..."
He growls, the vibrations against my sensitive flesh making me cry out.
Then he plunges two thick fingers into me, pumping them in and out as he sucks hard on my clit.
It only takes a few thrusts of his skilled fingers before I shatter, my body bowing off the barrel as a scream tears from my throat.
Rhyland's hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my cries of ecstasy. But he doesn't relent, his fingers pumping into me as I clench and gush around them. "Goddamn, Angel," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking sexy when you come for me."
I'm panting, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. But Rhyland doesn't give me a chance to recover. His mouth is back on me, licking and sucking, drinking down my release like it's the finest wine. "Mmm…delicious," he murmurs against me. "I could feast on this pussy forever."
He quickly yanks me up and flips me, bending me over the barrel, my hands splayed against the rough wood. I gasp as I feel his hard cock nudging at my entrance, my body buzzing with anticipation. I'm so ready for him, my clit throbbing and my pussy aching to be filled.
I wiggle my ass against him, biting my lip at the feel of his thick tip pressing against me. "Fuck me," I demand, my voice hoarse and needy. "Don't make me wait another goddamn second, Rhyland."
"So fucking needy for my cock," he growls, rubbing his stiff length through my dripping wetness, coating himself. "When did you become so demanding, huh?"
I whimper, my ass bucking against him as he continues to tease me, dragging his thick, veiny shaft along my slit with agonizing slowness. "Rhyland, please," I beg, my voice breathless and desperate. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already."
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his dark timbre against my skin, prickling the air between us.
His fingers tighten, possessive and commanding, while his breath skims my cheek.
"Look at you," he murmurs, lips grazing the shell of my ear.
"So desperate. You'd do anything, wouldn't you, my sweet little whore? "