Chapter 43 – Sera
Chapter Forty-Three
SERA
My entire body is on fire with Alex’s touch.
I allow my hands to roam across his chest, to feel the strength of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin as they slip into his tunic.
It doesn’t matter that he’s cooler; I’m warm enough for the both of us.
I might actually combust if he doesn’t touch me more immediately.
His hands finally squeeze and tease my breasts, and I moan into his mouth. Our tongues dance when they finally meet. I rise up onto my tiptoes so I can get closer, kiss him more deeply.
As my tongue explores his mouth, there’s the tiniest prick of pain when it brushes against his brand new fangs. The coppery taste of my blood blooms, and Alex freezes.
Oh no, did I just screw this all up?
“Gods, Sera,” Alex moans into my mouth. “Your blood is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“And you’re okay? No raging bloodlust?” I breathe, pulling away slightly.
Alex’s hazel eyes darken with desire, and his hands gently squeeze my side. “Bloodlust? No.” He trails one hand over the curve of my hip before dipping it beneath the hem of my lace underthings, finding me utterly soaked. “But I plan to taste and savor every last inch of you, starting here.”
A soft whimper leaves my lips, and before I even know what’s happening, I’m flat on my back on the bed and Alex is kneeling on the floor between my legs.
Another quick tug, and my legs are up over his shoulders and his breath is on me.
His tongue licks a trail up the lace between my thighs, and I stifle a moan at the sensation. It’s not enough . . . such a tease.
“Delicious,” Alex hums. More warmth floods me, and I’m completely drenched.
Alex slides the flat of his tongue up against the lace again, and I try not to squirm, but I can’t keep still as my body seeks friction.
He moves to my inner thigh, pressing sinful kisses along the crease, and my heartbeat quickens as I start to imagine all the things he could do to me.
The urge to ask him to bite me almost leaves my tongue, but do I really want that or is it just the lust talking?
I reach down and run my fingers through his hair. It’s gotten longer, curling in tight waves. He kisses his way up my bare stomach, and the butterflies within flutter something fierce.
When his mouth makes it to my breast, he licks my nipple through the delicate fabric while his other hand slips between my legs, gently pushing the lace aside so he can finally, finally, give me the friction I crave.
The rough pad of his thumb rubs gentle circles as his fingers run through the slick wetness, then he plunges not one, but two fingers deep inside me.
A moan comes unbidden, and Alex catches it with his mouth. His tongue moving in sweeping strokes in time with his thumb and fingers, bringing me to the edge far too quickly.
“A-Alex,” I stutter, turning my head to break the kiss. “I n-need you to slow down or this will be over too soon.”
Alex stops, and I immediately mourn the loss of movement. “Spitfire, why would it be over?”
I squirm beneath him, feeling completely exposed. “I just—once I climax and you finish, it’s over. It’s so fast that it feels like I’m just a means to an end.”
Alex’s eyes darken with what almost looks like rage. “Give me a name.”
“Seven hells, Alex. That’s not what this is about.”
“Worshiping you the way you deserve is something you won’t have to worry about with me.
I’d rip the cocks off every male who ever treated you as merely a means to find their pleasure.
You deserve to be worshiped, to be brought to the edge over and over until you don’t even remember your godsdamned name. Your pleasure is my priority.”
“What about you?” I ask, letting out a whimper when he starts to move and stroke between my thighs again.
“I could get off just watching you come undone, Sera. In fact, I almost did, if you recall.”
My cheeks flush at the memory.
“It’s okay to let go. I’ll catch you and bring you back all over again.”
Alex presses down and strokes me deep inside, and I’m gone, my climax crashing over me like a wave, my entire body quaking at the release.
It happened so fast and so fiercely, I’m certain I can’t climax another time, but Alex’s gentle ministrations through the orgasm has my body trembling but ready.
The wicked grin on Alex’s face shows me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“You’re so incredible, sweetheart,” he whispers between gentle kisses. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Alex works his way back down my body, spreading my legs wider to make room for him. He slides my undergarments off, and despite what we just did, I’m vulnerable and exposed in a new way.
“This time, I want to taste you when you come,” he murmurs before covering me with his mouth.
Oh. Oh. Alex is wickedly talented with his tongue and his fingers. His free hand reaches up and squeezes my breast then gently pinches my nipple, and I almost erupt. The way he teases me is nearly more than I can bear.
“Seven hells,” I moan. “You’re so, so good.”
“You bet your ass I am,” he says between strokes. “Now come for me again, Spitfire.”
The command in his voice cannot be denied, and I cry out as another orgasm rips through me and my hips jerk up.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. You’re perfect,” he continues to praise.
Everything is so sensitive, so overwhelming, I can’t possibly even imagine more.
Alex looks up at me from between my legs, his face a complete mess because of me.
“Do you think you can take me now?” He stands, slowly unlacing the front of his pants, and my mouth goes utterly dry at the size of him when he slides them off.
With a movement so quick I almost miss it, he throws his shirt across the room and kneels over me, the muscles in his arms taut as he holds himself up.
I reach a hand between us, and he trembles when I grip the solid length, already dripping.
I squeeze, and he thrusts ever so slightly into my hand.
“I can absolutely take you,” I say despite the tiny voice in my head sending up a prayer for my body.
Alex chuckles, as if he can read my thoughts. “You absolutely can. You were quite literally made for me.”
The words make my heart explode with happiness, and I reach up with my other hand to pull his face down to mine, kissing him with every single part of me I’ve been holding back.
“Sweetheart,” Alex breathes, pulling back slightly. “This might be a silly question, and I don’t know if we even need to worry about it with all the changes, but do we need to use some kind of contraceptive?”
“We have herbs we can take after, so regardless, we’re safe.” I smile, then drag him back in for another kiss. I’m impatient and throbbing with need for him.
Alex finally guides his cock to my entrance, and I moan as he slides in just a little, the sensation already so impossibly tight.
“Fuuuuckkk,” Alex groans, resting his forehead against mine as he takes a moment to breathe. “You’re so, so perfect.”
All the beautiful things he keeps saying and murmuring heal a part of me I didn’t even realize needed healing.
I’ve always felt like I was too much or felt so shamed for trying to take my pleasure that I’d come to view sex as something to get over and done with, a pleasure so brief and unimpressive that I barely even wanted it anymore, but with Alex, it’s almost like this is my first time.
The absolute care he’s taking with me is so incredibly him.
With a few gentle thrusts, Alex continues to work his way in. “You’re so so tight,” he moans. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me,” I insist, spreading my legs just a bit wider. Alex kisses my neck, my throat, licking and nipping ever so gently, then with a big thrust, he’s all the way in, and I gasp at the fullness.
“You’re perfect. Just perfect,” he murmurs again, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars.
My hands roam the expanse of his body, the taut muscles that bunch and stretch as he moves. Almost impossibly, my body is wound up all over again. I didn’t know it could be this way. It has never been like this.
Alex is kissing my throat again when I can’t help but say, “Bite me, Alex.”
“No, that’s not necessary,” he pants.
“But you want to, I can feel it,” I say.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
His thrusts become a little sloppy as he slows. I can sense the hesitation, the war within himself.
I grip his face between my hands, making him look at me. “Alex, this is part of who you are now. I love you. All parts of you. This included. And I want to give you everything you need.”
“I don’t deserve you, Sera,” he whispers.
“Bite. Me,” I command, and he finally complies.
His sharp fangs prick me, and there’s pain for just a moment before he latches on to my throat, but with the first suck, a wave of euphoria floods me. He continues thrusting into me, sliding his hand between us and finding that simple rhythm on my clit again.
“Alex, I’m going to come,” I cry out.
He smiles against my throat as he sucks a few more times, and then he’s pulsing and his body shuddering as he finds his own release in tandem with mine. The orgasm is nothing like before, completely all-consuming and overwhelming. My feet are practically numb as I quiver around him.
Alex licks at the wounds on my neck, and there is no pain, just bliss. He collapses next to me, pulling me to face him as our bodies remain connected and little aftershocks quake through us.
“Hells, Sera. That was . . .”
“The best thing in all the realms,” I finish.
He laughs, pressing a kiss to my lips. The faintest taste of blood lingers, and I find I don’t hate it.
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asks, the wrinkle between his brows appearing.
“No. If that was anywhere as good for you as it was for me, you can do that whenever you want.” I giggle. “See, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Your blood is almost as good as your sweet—”
“Alex!” I interrupt, flushing at his insinuation.
“What?” He gives me a cheeky grin. “It’s true.”
Alex gently strokes up and down my back, and I bury my head in his chest. He’s my home. My safe place.
With a few swift movements, Alex unlaces my bralette and tugs it off the front of me. My breasts are so sensitive, I cry out as the lace drags across them.
Impossibly, Alex hardens inside me again.
“Oh . . .” I say.
“Ready for more?” he asks. “I am if you are.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper as I clamp around him.
“You can. You were made to be worshiped, remember?”
I give him a subtle nod, and he pulls out, rolling me to my side so he can line himself up behind me. Another quick thrust, and he’s inside me again. I groan. His hand cups my breast, squeezing and toying with my nipple as he presses kisses to the back of my neck and nips at my ear.
His thrusts are long and languid. Alex takes his time exploring my body so I’m in utter bliss and completely wound up by the time he finally goes back to playing with my clit, rubbing gentle circles that are almost too much.
With a cry, I climax again, and he follows right behind me, continuing to whisper his praises and adoration. The mate bond between us seems to hum in approval of our joining, and I can sense his emotions even more clearly, heightening the pleasure I’m experiencing.
“I love you, Alex,” I whisper.
“I love you too, Seraphine.”
For the first time in forever, I fall asleep completely at peace. I’m loved and fully known at last.