Chapter 15
brENNA
He’s trying to make me change my mind.
“Oh, God!” I scream loud as I claw my nails down his back. I can’t count the number of orgasms he’s given me so far tonight. Twice with his tongue between my legs, another three times minimum just from his deep, thundering strokes.
My legs shake and I see double as I get to the very end of this last orgasm, and he has the nerve to pull out of me and turn me onto my hands and knees.
The man is insatiable.
Now that I’ve opened the door to sexy time between us, it’s like he’s trying to make up for the time he’s missed being celibate.
I’m more than happy to help him try, but I know he’s got other motives for trying to keep me in bed tonight.
“Every way I take you feels like fucking heaven. I never want to stop,” he growls as he slides into me from behind.
I groan at the feel of him. So big. Thick. Stretching me to the very limit just before pain.
The slickness of my constant orgasms mixed with his spend from our previous round creates a wet slapping sound as he pumps in and out of me.
It drives me wild.
“Cormac, I can’t. Oh, fuck, I can’t. I’m going to die.” I whimper, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. My body is so wrung out, I can barely keep my legs under me as he keeps a steady, rough pace.
“No, princess, you’ll live just like this on my cock.
Now scream for me. Tell me how fucking good it feels.
” He orders, and I have no choice but to comply, though there are no words, just a guttural cry of pleasure.
He pushes my head down further so there’s more of an arch to my back.
At least I think there is. I’m so high on these orgasms I can barely get my body to do anything. Just lay here and accept him.
It’s fucking glorious.
Cormac holds onto either side of my hips and leans back slightly. The slightly new position has him sliding perfectly against my G-spot. The pleasure is so intense and so instant that I scramble to get away. It’s too much too fast.
“Cormac, oh! Oh! Cormac.” I claw at the sheets under me, trying to pull away from him, but he simply growls and holds me steady. The fluid motions jostle every thought from my mind and any sense from my body.
A trail of spit puddles on the pillow as I mumble incoherently, desperate but scared of the next orgasm that is already barreling toward me.
Seconds later, the pressure inside gets to be too much and my vision completely whites out. My fingers stretch open wide, and one of my legs kicks all the way back in a severe contraction that has me feeling like my muscles are being ripped away.
I’m drowning in pleasure. Drowning, but it’s a death so sweet I’d endure it over and over again.
Cormac growls deep and loud. So strong, there isn’t a person alive who will be able to convince me when he gets like this that he isn’t truly part animal.
He pushes my other leg down, and it gives no resistance. I’m not sure I can move anymore.
He spreads my legs and spears into me so hard the top of his crown kisses my uterus. At least it feels like it. My body jumps reflexively, but like all the other times he’s ruled by something primal and he holds me in place.
The previously tortured pace he set speeds up, and his movements become less measured. More frantic.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m nearly having an out-of-body experience, but I swear I can feel him expanding even more inside of me.
“Brenna, oh, fuck!” He pants, his lungs trying to keep up with his brutal pace. His hips still move, popping up like a jackhammer as he drops his head and upper body down on my back.
I realize what he’s doing before I feel it. Sharp teeth latch onto the meaty part of my shoulder. The trapezius muscle.
For a second the signals in my mind don’t fire, but then a strange swirling mix of pain and pleasure flashes through me. I scream and all my muscles clamp down again.
“Arghhh.” Cormac snarls savagely. Another deeper orgasm rocks through me at the same time he douses my insides with his own.
I don’t know how long he holds me in that position, teetering on the razor-thin edge of pain and pleasure, or how long my orgasm goes on, but I do know when he releases his hold on my neck and slides out of me it feels like nearly a gallon of his cum slides out with him.
I’m left there, face still buried in the pillow, limbs still humming in pleasurable bliss, core pulsing and throbbing from the back-to-back orgasms, air being sucked in and out of my lungs.
He’s ruined me. Cormac is absolutely the best lover I’ve ever had and ever will have. There’s no question about it. If I don’t get a grip I’m going to get addicted to it.
As if I’m not already.
He huffs out a pleased breath and rolls over onto his back.
After a few minutes, I’m able to turn my head and look at him. He looks incredibly pleased with himself.
I’m pleased with him too, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.
Mike and his crew finished the work right on schedule. By ten this morning they were packing up all their supplies, and he was walking me around the house, taking me up on the last bit of scaffolding to show me the improvements.
I can already feel the difference. It’s actually warm in here.
Cormac was excited because the work was done and the people would leave. I’m excited for a completely different reason.
It’s Halloween. With the work completed, we can allow trick-or-treaters to come to the door.
I’d talked to Cormac about it before. What started out as a hard and fast no slowly turned into a long, drawn-out okay.
It’s obvious he’s not keen about opening his door to children who are looking for sweet treats.
I’m sure having all those new people poking their heads around his property is filling him with anxiety, but I managed to convince him that it was a good thing.
Once the town knows he’s not some vampire that goes around killing people for survival, maybe he’ll feel more at home.
Even though he agreed to open the gate for trick-or-treaters he made his own additions, I guess to ease some of his stress about the subject.
The next day after he agreed to my request there were boxes and boxes of new security equipment from .
As I spent my days making sure Mike and his guys were on schedule to finish the work, Cormac busied himself by making sure there was a security camera in nearly every window and door in the house.
It seemed like a bit of overkill to me, but if it was how he was dealing with the situation I wasn’t going to say anything about it.
Now that the day was here and the roofing work was completed, Cormac was trying to go back on his word.
He was keeping me in this bed, completely blissed out of my mind and unable to get dressed in my costume for the trick-or-treaters.
It almost worked, too.
Almost.
I turn my head and look out the window. The sun is already starting to go down, which means the trick-or-treaters have either already started or will be starting soon.
“I need to get dressed.”
Cormac closes his eyes for a second, grumbles something under his breath, and then reaches for me.
Using strength I’m pulling directly from my willpower, I scramble out of his reach. “No, you don’t. We made a deal. You can’t keep me fucked silly to get out of it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns over to his side and smirks at me.
“Yes, you do. Get dressed. I’m going to tell Maxim to open the gates.”
I run out of the room before I start having second thoughts myself. Laying in bed with him seems like such a much better plan.
When I get to my room I grab the makeshift sign I made and rush it over to Maxim, who is at his post right outside the front door. I tell him to open the gates and put the sign up.
Trick-or-treaters welcome.
It’s probably a first anyone in this town has ever seen here.
I rush back to the bathroom and wash up enough not to be walking around being sticky. I comb out my hair, but there’s really nothing I can do about the well-used aura I’ve got going on. Any adult with eyes is going to be able to see what I’d just been up to.
I go back to my room and pull out the fairy costume I bought at the store with Cormac and put it on. There are a lot of bells and whistles, and by the time I’m finished I’m sweating but still happy.
Grabbing the bags of candy from the corner, I rush out to the front just as I hear the doorbell ring for the first time. Usually Maxim stops everyone at the gate before they even get a chance to get to the door, so I’ve never heard the doorbell go off.
The bell is deep and sounds as if it should belong in an old church or something like that.
I skid to a stop at the top of the hall and look forward. Cormac is standing there waiting for me. Dressed in all black with the horns we bought for him on his head.
It’s obvious he doesn’t want to be here, but he’s doing it for me.
CORMAC
Halloween is supposed to be the night of ghouls and witches. Gore and evilness.
In actuality, it’s just sugar-infused crotch gremlins. Still scary in their own right.
Brenna has changed me. There’s no way to deny it. If someone were to have told me just a few months ago that I’d be standing here in a semi thrown-together Halloween outfit, handing out candy to kids, I’d have laughed in their face and suggested that they get their heads checked.
Craziness.
Yet, here I am giving my best playful glower to the next bunch of kids who have shown up at my door.
The first few times I opened my door, I was prepared for an attack, prepared for parents to snatch up their children to get them away from the monster hiding behind the door.
It’s true I did get a few startled stares and even one or two whimpers from people who weren’t prepared to see me. The ones I hated the most were the adults who looked at me with pity, as if to say poor man.
I made it my business to snarl at them hard enough to get them to look away. I’m not a freak or a sideshow.