Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Saxon
“Fuck.” I can’t help the guttural groan that leaves my mouth. Having Lila’s fangs in my skin feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Even with her rough and uneducated fumbling, it still sends an exquisite burst of pleasure rushing through my body.
She instinctively swipes her tongue across the mess she made of my wrist, healing it almost instantly before she spins in my lap.
She straddles me, grinding down against my cock, and my fangs throb with need.
Her beautiful green eyes have taken on an ethereal glow, and they narrow.
Before I can do anything, she strikes again, sinking her sharp fangs into my chest before withdrawing and suckling on the wound.
It’s too much for me, and I lose my shit.
My rational side slips backwards, releasing the tightly coiled monster inside—the one who I had to force back down so as not to scare Lila completely.
He’s out now, though, and he’s not going to go back until he’s drunk his fill.
Her blood sings to me, beckoning me. Roaring, I lurch forward and strike the fat, pulsing vein in her neck.
She stiffens beneath me, but my pleasure venom releases, and soon enough, she’s grinding even harder against me, her suckling turning desperate as she feeds from me.
Fuck. This is everything!
The rush of pure adrenaline that flashes through my system as the flavor of her reaches my taste buds is nothing short of mind-blowing.
She tastes like lava fruit, a delicacy found on Vilax that, if compared to human food, tastes like apple pie.
I gorge myself on her, drinking and thrusting up to meet her core, but it’s not enough.
I need to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock while her delicious, life-giving blood flows down my throat.
I close up her neck and coax her away from my chest, my monster and I working together to get us what we need.
She whimpers and claws at me, not ready for the blood drinking to end.
Her strength is already enough to rival my own, not that she realizes it.
In a flash, I flip us over, tearing her clothes from her body in a movement too fast for the human eye to track.
Lila matches me for strength and movement and has my briefs shredded and tossed to the ground only moments after I finish undressing her.
We roll around, my monster crowing at her struggle.
He revels in the fact that his mate is strong and capable and can hold her own against us.
With her teeth bared, and her pretty green eyes glowing with her own internal monster, she’s frenzied in her attempt to dominate me.
It’s breathtaking. She’s breathtaking. Lila momentarily overpowers me as I admire my mate, my blood rose.
To finish the bond, I need to be buried deep inside her with our blood mingling on our bodies and then say the magic word, so I pin her down and start to bleed her.
First, I bite into her neck, then her chest. Moving to her arms, I bite holes in her elbow creases and wrists, then slither my body down to her pussy.
The scent of her desire almost overwhelms me, and I’m dying to swipe my tongue through her dripping folds, but I want to ensure I bond her to me properly.
I bite holes in both creases of her legs and then in her thighs.
I sit back and admire my handiwork. Lila is lost to the pleasure my venom is giving her, writhing and moaning as her blood drips out, coating her body.
Using my hands and tongue, I paint her whole body in the crimson liquid before biting her again, this time holding back on the venom and allowing the pain to bring her around slightly.
“Lila,” I murmur, coaxing her to look at me.
“I need you to bite me in the same spots I bit you,” I tell her, and before I can say anything else, I’m flat on my back and she’s on top of me, following the path I took on her.
I try to keep my head up, gritting my teeth as her own venom slides into my system once more.
I need to say the words to bond us, but the minute she slides her fangs into the thick vein on my dick, I’m done for.
Pushing her back, I fly us across the room until she smashes into a wall, my dick at the entrance to her core.
She rubs her slippery body against mine, mixing our lifeblood together, and I say the words, “As we share our blood, I pledge my life, my heart, and my soul to you. I will be your protector, shelter, and the one you can rely on forever,” and thrust myself deep, both with my fangs and cock.
Lila screams out as I pound into her with a speed she has never experienced before.
Her orgasm explodes into life, and she comes hard, her pussy rippling around my dick.
My eyes widen as I feel suckers latch onto my cock as she lodges her fangs in my neck.
I stop pretending that I can last longer, and I fucking explode.
My cum drenches her womb with my seed. Growling, I continue to drink as I think about my seed making her stomach round with our child.
Our bodies slide together in a smooth, erotic glide as I bring us back to the bed and position us so she’s on top of me.
I continue to thrust lazily as we both drink our fill, our bodies providing the blood necessary to complete the bond.
Our souls lock together, binding us as one forever.
After that initial bonding, I lose track of time.
Lila and I fuck and suck for what could be hours, our bodies constantly connected in some way, whether it be tongue, lips, fangs, or fingers.
We give each other hours and hours of orgasmic bliss, finally stopping when I hear Lila’s heartbeat, which had synced with mine, slow and start to beat irregularly.
I have to coax her to release her suction on her latest bite, and I drag us off the now sticky, blood soaked sheets and guide us toward the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, I sense Lila’s body weaken as she starts to feel the effects of what we just did.
Although her body is now changed to be able to sustain mine, a blood rose bonding is no small feat, and I’m certain she is almost at her limit.
I sit her down on the seat in the shower when it reaches the right temperature, and then I flash back to get my communicator from next to my bed, returning before she can even slump to the side.
I press a button while I support my gorgeous mate, worry erasing everything else that I have been feeling. I was so lost in all the sensations, I didn’t pay attention like I should have.
“Is Lila okay?” Link’s voice asks before I can even say anything when he answers my call.
“Mostly, but our joining took a lot out of her.” I cringe from the admission.
“I would appreciate it if you could come and check her over,” I say to the doctor and her potential mate.
Although it is not the Vilaxian way to share mates, somehow in my sedated state, I knew that I was going to have to share mine and had come to terms with it before I was even released from sedation.
I must question how the release happened, because I think I surprised everyone—including myself.
They were not expecting me to appear like I did.
Granted, I was fairly feral, but I do not think it was planned based on the expressions on their faces and one of Lila’s grandpas passing out.
“I will be right there,” he assures me calmly with no hint of worry, the ultimate professional, and hangs up before I can even reply.
I send my brother a message, telling him to let the doctor in and show him to my room in our quarters when he arrives.
“Lila, my beautiful rose, let’s get you cleaned up so your doctor doesn’t have his own heart attack,” I encourage her, listening to her heart.
Although it’s slower than normal and there is the occasional skipping of a beat, it seems to be okay for the moment.
Using a cloth, I wash Lila’s blood-covered body, a red ribbon of water swirling as it slowly disappears down the drain.
If anyone else saw it, they would think both of us were gravely injured, but all our wounds are now sealed.
Lila is listless in my arms, and I start to worry more than I was.
I could try to feed her more of my blood, but I don’t think it’s going to work.
Her poor body underwent a huge shock and change today, and the mating didn’t help any.
I’m sure Link will know what to do. Maybe food and rest will be all she needs. I hope.
I message my brother again and ask for him or one of the others to change the sheets on my bed.
Normally I wouldn’t want anyone in here, and I certainly wouldn’t want to remove the sheets yet, but Lila needs to rest, and I’m not ready to let her return to her own room yet.
In fact, I’m feeling a little unsteady. Yes, we mated, but what will happen next?
We all have our own rooms in the circus pod.
Will she ask me to move into her quarters on the big ship?
Do I want to leave my clan? I think about what all that means, and although there is some inner doubt and concern, it’s more about whether she will want me in her space and absolutely nothing about leaving my clan.
I had already planned to ask for a dissolution, so that is not a problem for me.
I will need to talk to them about it, but that can wait until I’m certain of Lila’s decision.
They are not stupid, they know things are going to change.
All the while I’ve been thinking about our future, I’ve been gently washing my gorgeous mate. I need to wash myself, but I’m reluctant to let her go. I’m worried she may fall off the chair.
A knock on my door has me putting Lila behind me and growling at whoever disturbs us. It’s not really rational considering I invited people to help me, but it’s an instinctive response I can’t control nonetheless.