Chapter 40 #3
Then he lifted me up. The bone slid from my hole quick enough for a strangled cry to catch in my chest, like I wasn’t ready to let it go, but there wasn’t time to think as I was suddenly up on my knees.
He gripped my hair by the roots and yanked his cock free from my mouth.
My loud gasp rang through the chambers as I choked on the dry rush of air down my tingling throat. I didn’t have time to breathe because he didn’t give me time. He was coming.
It drenched me.
So much. Gods, so, so fucking much, splashing my eyelashes, my mouth, dripping down my chin and chest, gushing from him in a cascade of iridescent silvers, whites, and pinks as demon cum was.
“FUCK, HUMAN,” he snarled through his teeth, his organic voice painful and unremitting against my ears, but he held me still, the cut muscles of his torso constricting as he continued to spill his seed all over me like he was claiming me, all the while drinking as I weakened.
Drinking as I whimpered.
Drinking as I faded.
I shut my eyes to taste it, letting it wash over me so that I might name his unique taste once and for all. When it came to me, I had to pause. I had to second-guess myself because that couldn’t be.
It was warm and delicious. It was summer and bloom.
Honey. He tasted like honey.
By the time he shoved the head of his cock back inside my mouth, skating it over my tongue piercing, my strength had waned severely, but I swallowed his honeyed cum. I slurped it like a fucking dessert. If he was going to consume me, then I would consume him until his essence was mine.
One at a time, his muscles began to twitch as residual pleasure raked over his body. He’d emptied himself inside me, and it was feeding him. It was mending him from the inside out.
His heavy cock, having softened just enough, finally slipped from my mouth, but he was still gripping my hair, holding my head up like I was a used toy he might not be finished playing with.
Then I realized why. I couldn’t hold it up on my own.
I’d never been more drained in my life. My body was slumping, wilted and limp, unable to prompt a single muscle to move.
I’d never felt a tired quite like this, like I could sleep for an eternity. Like even an eternity couldn’t restore what had been taken. Not with my heart suddenly made of lead. Not with its beating slowing radically the way it was, as if scattered across time.
Alek smoothly lowered himself to a crouch before me.
I could barely see through the blackening corners of my vision, while my heart lagged even more, until seconds sprawled between each beat. A dangerous darkness was engulfing me as he lifted my head once more, as if to inspect the damage he’d done.
And damaged I was. I was worthless. My mouth was too tender and numb to speak, while his pretty cum dripped from my lips and eyelashes.
And Alek was…staring.
He stared like he was engrossed with the way I looked, like he was fascinated by my ruin as he smeared his thumb over my swollen lips.
A curiosity bled into his expression. I couldn’t quite name it, but then he asked, “What are you?”
My facial muscles couldn’t even twitch. There was no speaking. Paralyzed. Paralyzed was truly what I was.
“Their power runs through your veins, human,” he whispered, drawing me closer by my chain. “Just like how I now run through your veins.”
I tried to think. To understand—whose power? But my mind was useless. As useless as it would be to silently beg him not to take any more.
One more kiss and it would be a kiss of death. One more kiss and I would never wake.
But I knew better than to brood. This was quite possibly the way it was always going to end.
Just another silly human. Sacrificing it all for the honeyed prince.
He drew me even closer like he wanted more. Like he wanted to finish me. His lips grazed mine as he whispered, “Alaevus.”
Alaevus. I’d never heard that word, but how beautiful. Alaevus. I let my eyes drift shut as the word washed over me. As I braced for the last kiss. And for the darkness to follow.
Then…
It was a kiss that never came.
My eyelids had never been heavier, but I managed to pry them open. A shift was tempering through his body.
An alertness came back first. The deep red of his eyes receded second, transmuting slowly into the richest shade of golden copper I’d ever seen.
Suddenly, it was Alek staring back at me. It was Alek who looked so beautiful that it was nearly impossible to take in.
A tear leaked down my cheek as I stared. He was young and vibrant and strong. He was healthy.
His blinking doubled. Then it got faster and faster.
Finally, his expression twisted in horror as he said, “Feloré.”
The crown of my head tingled. It was such an inexplicable feeling lurching up my spinal column. Peculiar and cold.
“Feloré!” Alek shouted, carefully hauling me into his arms. “Nonononono, darling. Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me. Do not…”
Whatever he was saying, I couldn’t hear it. The cold was growing, pouring down my neck, coiling around my chest in frozen whorls.
But there was warmth inside his arms. It was warm enough for me to let go.