Chapter 18 Bad Memories #4
I pressed the blade against his slick skin again, the charms from its handle just barely tickling Grant's skin and making him moan again.
Gooseflesh sprouted all over his chest and up his shoulder that I chased with the fingertips of my free hand.
He was turning into a bit of a bloody mess in the best possible way, his sweat mixing with the blood trickling from several neat lines I was etching into his chest. But that look of pure euphoria on his face, the fluttering of the muscle along his jaw and the lines of tendons straining against the skin of his neck, all of it called to my primal and brought her closer to the surface than I anticipated.
The low snarl that rumbled from my throat, and claws sprouting from my fingers to prick his skin, had Grant cursing again.
He shifted his grip to my ass with bruising strength to push me down on him even harder.
A handful of precise cuts was the extent of my self-control. Flipping the knife to catch by its tip, I turned and threw it blade-over-handle to embed in the far wall before I fell on Grant like a slavering animal. A part of me mourned the fact this mark would be gone by tomorrow. But maybe…
"Would you be willing to experiment a little more with me?
" The words were more of a purr as they left my smiling lips.
I hovered over the spot right above his heart where the fox head still oozed a bit of blood, my lips just barely brushing the raw wound as I peeked up through my eyelashes at his wrecked expression.
It was already starting to heal. "If shifters' saliva is what helps mating bites scar, wouldn't the same logic apply to licking this mark to keep it from disappearing?
Would you want to keep this little piece of me? "
If I hadn't been fully attentive to his every reaction, I would have missed the small whimper that eked from his full lips.
A whimper! I'd never heard anything so hot grace my ears.
Grant's head arched back as his eyes squeezed shut, his hands sliding down to grip my ass so hard there would surely be bruises beneath his fingertips.
"Fuckkkk," he drew the word out between clenched teeth.
"Yes, Lore, I want that! Please, let me keep it. "
I cooed, blowing a light stream of air over the cuts and making him shiver hard. "How can I say no, when you beg so prettily?"
My tongue ran across the stylized fox head cut into his chest, and the coppery burst of his blood went straight to my core.
His responding groan vibrated beneath my palms. He gave back as good as he got, his hips thrusting just enough to rub the long ridge of his cock against my clit and send me through the roof with another overwhelming climax.
This close to shifting, his marks on my skin healed over almost as soon as they’d appeared.
As opposed to the fox I'd thoroughly licked, which seemed to form the same shiny, flat scarring as a mating bite with the slightest pink tinge of irritation around the edges.
It worked. I didn't expect this profound sense of affection to well up inside my chest when Grant's eyes finally opened to meet mine, and he looked as stunned as I felt as we just breathed together. Something wet trickled down my right cheek.
Of course he saw it before I could wipe the tear away with the back of my hand.
"Lore…" Just my name murmured in his low voice made my throat tighten in a desperate attempt to hold back any more from falling.
His hands moved to rub up and down my back in a soothing gesture, even as I sat on what had to be a painfully hard erection still pinned between us.
Why was I being so fucking weepy over this?
In a desperate attempt to regain control of my rampant emotions, I reached over to the nightstand and yanked the top drawer open for another condom. This time I was the one ripping it open with my teeth like a savage.
Grant’s eyes widened at the sight. His breaths came faster as I scooted back enough to let his dick spring up, positioning the ring over his weeping tip and pinched the end to roll the condom down.
“God, Lore, please…” His voice trembled as he begged, watching me with a fire in his eyes I chose to ignore so I wouldn't get distracted.
At this point I was torturing myself as much as him.
Kissing my way back up his chest and neck to lick into his mouth, I lifted myself up to line the tip of his very rigid dick to my channel and pressed down with a breathless gasp.
Grant seemed to want to eat every sound I made when both his hands moved to hold my head in place and his mouth took on a ferocity as if he wanted to eat me alive.
It was so fucking hot, I think my brain short-circuited for a moment.
I thought—or rather, hoped—that marking Grant's chest would soothe that roaring need inside me to bite him.
His scent, his body, the way he looked up at me like I was the most precious thing in his life, all of it spoke to my primal that he was the one.
He was our mate. It didn't seem fair to not reciprocate a mating bite.
I just… couldn't stomach the thought of any man's teeth digging into my skin again. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“I’m not ready to carry your claiming bite,” I whispered against his lips. Grant moaned and pushed up on his elbows, trying to chase my lips as I pulled back out of reach. His hips rocked up into me with a torturously slow tempo. “But I can give you one instead.”
With one hand burying itself in his wavy, silky hair, I pulled it to the side and skimmed my lips, feather-light, across the side of his neck. A powerful shudder rocked through him, and Grant’s strong hands tightened their grip on my hips.
“Do it.”
The poor guy was so strung out, his voice was barely more than a rasp.
Blood from the shallow cuts on his chest still slicked our skin, and I ran my hand over the new mark above his pounding heart.
I licked the spot on his neck screaming for my teeth, just at the bend of his shoulder where muscles tensed and bulged in anticipation.
Sinking my bite deeply was enough to drag a final, shuddering orgasm from him, his dick bucking hard inside me and making me moan in bliss from how wholly his knot expanded and filled me up.
My eyelids fluttered shut from the devastating sensations—his overheated skin pressed against mine, his blood in my mouth, the pleasure pulsing through my veins with every beat of my pounding heart.
Finally, I followed him over the edge with my own completion that had me digging my teeth in deeper.
This bite was going to scar even more than the fox head on his chest with how much I tore into his neck.
There would be no doubt he belonged to someone after this.
Some twisted little piece of me reveled in that.
And when my body suddenly went limp with a heady mix of satiation and exhaustion, Grant’s arms were there to wrap around and hold me close, keeping my head tucked beneath his chin.
Every breath filled my lungs with his scent and I was lulled into a warm, peaceful sleep still locked on his knot.