Chapter 12 #2
His heart didn’t stop, but his dick hardened into a rod. He had no clue how a shifter could make a vampire his mate, but right now, he didn’t care. He needed her like he’d never needed anything before. “Bite me,” he whispered against her lips.
She sucked in a sharp breath and pulled back to look into his eyes. “Are you sure?”
His grip tightened on her hip. “No glamour. I want to feel everything.”
“Have you ever been bitten?” Her voice was breathless.
“No, not that I’m aware of.”
She let out a slow exhale as if relishing the idea of being his first. “Let’s go inside. If your feelings for me are remotely close to mine for you, my bite will lead to other things…things I would rather do in private.”
A warm shiver ran through his body at her words, and she took his hand before they darted through the gardens, into the mansion, and up the stairs to her room. Lilith closed the door and shoved him against it, her body melting into his, her lips grazing his neck.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” She trailed her tongue from his shoulder to his ear and nipped his lobe.
His skin turned to gooseflesh. “To drink or to fuck?”
An mmm resonated in her throat. “Both…and more.”
Sweet Lucifer’s testicles, this woman was hot.
Her curves fit perfectly against his frame.
Her luscious minty, floral scent made his head spin.
Her voice was the most beautiful melody to ever reach his ears.
She might have been a siren leading him to his death, but at this moment, it didn’t matter. He would take pleasure in his demise.
“I care for you, Spencer. Do you care for me?”
“More than you know.” He slid his hands down to grip her ass, and she pressed her hips into his.
“Then my bite will be an aphrodisiac, an orgasm in itself. Perhaps we should save it for the end. I’d hate for things to…finish…before we get started.”
Good idea. That would be a blow to his small ego he might not recover from. Spencer Monroe, the normal guy who won Lilith’s heart, who came in his pants at the first bite. No, thank you.
“Shifters recover quickly, so you don’t have to worry about my performance.”
“I wasn’t trying to say—”
He caught her mouth with his, brushing his tongue against hers before continuing. “But I would like to savor you before you blow my mind.”
She flashed a sinful smile. “And I you.”
“Besides…” He grabbed one thigh and then the other, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Nice guys always finish last in the bedroom. It’s the polite thing to do.”
He laid her back on the bed and slid his hand from her throat downward, between her breasts to her stomach. She arched into his touch, and he gripped her thighs, positioning himself between them before tugging his shirt over his head.
“Oh, my.” Lilith’s pupils constricted, and she looked at him like she wanted to eat him. “Aren’t you scrumptious?”
She sat up and traced her cool fingertips along his stomach, following the outlines of his muscles. “Your physique is sinful.” Pressing her lips below his navel, she popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down.
His senses heightened. He could feel the metal teeth as they disengaged two by two, and as her lips drew nearer to the prize, fire shot through his veins. Mine, his owl said in his mind.
Yes. Yes, she would be.
He gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled upward, trying to remove the damn thing, but it wouldn’t budge. He tugged at the sides, the front, and the back. “What in Hell’s name?”
Lilith laughed. “It was made with magic to protect me. Only I can remove it.”
“You don’t need protecting from me. I will never hurt you.” The last part came out like a growl, which was odd. Owls didn’t growl, but being here alone with her, exploring each other’s bodies, the fated mate bond tightened its hold.
She looked into his eyes. “I know.” She moistened her lips before shimmying out of her shirt and tossing her bra aside. “Better?”
“Much.” He crawled onto the bed and lay on top of her, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. The feel of her bare skin pressed to his was almost overwhelming, yet he still felt as if he couldn’t get close enough. He needed her. To be inside of her. To be part of her.
He kissed his way down her neck, gliding his lips across her soft, cool skin and flicking out his tongue to bathe her nipple in wet heat. She gasped, and he sucked the pearly flesh into his mouth, cupping the other breast in his hand.
Her breath came out in a hiss as she slid her fingers into his hair. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
“Neither have I.” He trailed his tongue to her belly button, circling it once before continuing to the waistband of her pants. Rising to his knees, he attempted to tug them down, but like her shirt, they were magically glued to her body. “I don’t like this fabric.”
“I won’t wear it again.” She wiggled out of the rest of her clothes and lay before him, an ethereal goddess of darkness.
His cock strained against his open zipper, and he yanked down his jeans, tossing his clothes aside before lying on top of her once more. Everything about her was intoxicating. Entrancing.
“My turn.” With strength he didn’t dare fight, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs.
She caressed him with nothing more than her gaze from his eyes down to his dick, and he felt it all the way to his bones.
When she touched the tip of her tongue to a fang, his cock twitched. Good gravy, he needed her to touch him.
She licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around him.
He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly as her soft skin moved against his sensitive flesh.
After three more strokes, a bead of moisture gathered on his tip.
She spread it over his head with her thumb, and a shudder ran through him, reaching to his soul.
Leaning down, she flicked out her tongue and licked him. Every nerve in his body fired on overdrive, and as she took him into her mouth, he moaned. She stroked the underside of his dick with her tongue as she sucked, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before releasing him.
He panted, trying his damnedest to get himself under control. Lilith was a vixen, unlike any woman he’d ever been with, and no way in hell was he coming before she did.
“I like the way you taste.” She kissed each hip before swiping her tongue up his stomach. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Rising onto her knees, she guided him to her folds and sheathed him.
She closed her eyes as she took him in fully, tipping her head back and moaning.
Spencer sucked in a breath, marveling at her beauty.
The feel of her wrapped around him, of becoming one with her, was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
It was magical.
She opened her eyes and locked her gaze on his, and the tether connecting them tightened even more. Lifting her hips, she slid upward until only his tip remained inside her. She lowered again, the decadent friction making him groan.
He licked his thumb and pressed it to her clit, moving it in gentle circles as she rode him. As her rhythm quickened, he increased the pressure and speed until Lilith cried out in ecstasy. She tightened around him, her body trembling as she panted and moaned.
His orgasm coiled in his core. He couldn’t hold out much longer. “Bite me, Lilith. Drink from me.”
She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him and rolling him on top of her, never breaking their intimate union. He leaned his head to the side, giving her full access to his neck as he pumped his hips.
She bit him.
The sharp sting of fangs piercing flesh made him gasp, but as her lips covered the wound and she began to suck, he lost control.
The orgasm exploded in his core, lighting his body ablaze.
He slammed into her over and over until she let out the most pleasurable groan he’d ever heard.
He stilled, holding his hips against her core, and she swiped her tongue over the punctures before wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly.
Closing his eyes, he buried his face in her hair and just breathed.
This was it. His owl was all in, so the man had no choice but to follow.
He slipped out of her, rolling onto his back and tugging her to his side.
She came to him, resting her head on his chest and draping her leg over his.
They lay there in silence, and Lilith became so still, he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
“That was better than I could have ever imagined,” she finally said.
“Yes, it was.” He rubbed his palm up and down her arm. He needed to tell her, to know if she felt the same. To understand why fate would bind him with someone who would outlive him for thousands of years. “Why me?”
She propped her head on her hand. “What do you mean?”
“Out of all the men at speed dating… Hell, out of all the men in the world, why did you choose me?”
Her brow furrowed, and her gaze dropped to his chest before returning to his eyes. “Because we’re soulmates, Spencer. Fate brought us together.”
A flush of cool relief unfurled in his chest, spreading out through his limbs. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
Her smile could have lit the darkest cave in Hell. “You feel it too?”
“I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to. My owl has claimed you, but…”
“But I am immortal, and you are not.”
“And I don’t want to be a vampire.” As unbreakable as this bond with Lilith was, he couldn’t lose his owl. He couldn’t lose half his soul. “What are we going to do?”
“We will figure it out. There must be a way.” She tugged on her bottom lip as she thought. “I’m sure Adam still has an in with the being who cursed me. Perhaps I can petition him, beg to be mortal again.”
A lump formed in his throat, and his heart wrenched. “You can’t give up your immortality for me.”
She frowned, sadness filling her eyes. “I suppose not. I haven’t spoken to Adam in centuries. I doubt he would help me after the apple debacle anyway.”
He pulled her to his chest. “Let’s worry about it later. Right now, I just want to be with you.”
She snuggled closer. “And be with me you shall.”