39. Eaten by a Vampire
Chapter 39
Eaten by a Vampire
CINDER
O ur hands explore and pull at clothing until we are naked and exposed under the dim candlelit storeroom.
“We don’t have protection,” I say, suddenly.
“Hold that thought,” Kaison says, pushing up to stand then he disappears behind some stacked crates.
He comes back with a couple packing peanuts in his hands. After some finagling, he thrusts them up into his mouth, covering his fangs.
My heart squeezes so tight, I fear it might explode.
The proud grin he gives me is goofy, and I hate how my heart beats faster and feels lighter.
“What does my mistress want?” He waggles his eyebrows, but then his face darkens.
How does he do that? He skates almost effortlessly between light and dark. As if he could laugh and kill in the same breath.
His complexity has my throat thick with want and my center pounding with need.
“Kneel,” I command.
We aren’t in a position for me to pillage the depths of his sex closet for dominatrix tools, but I intend to continue the dynamic we started.
As he does so, I grab a small rickety stool from a corner of the room and bring it over, setting it in front of his naked body.
“Put your arms behind your back and keep them there.”
He does as I say, crossing his wrists over each other as if invisibly tied. Kai’s eyes drink me in hungrily as I sit on the stool before him, but I see the question lurking there with displeasure.
Where are the scars from?
Who did it?
But I don’t want to talk about that. I don’t want to go back there.
I won’t.
So I spread my legs and lay a hand on his head so it’s even with my sex.
Kai’s brow smooths and he suddenly turns serious.
“You’ll let me?” he rasps in disbelief, already anticipating what I’m about to order.
Fear pulsates just under the surface, making my heartbeat erratic. It’s risky, but when I’m with him I want to push the envelope. I want to face my most intense fears, or at least some of them.
Am I trying to prove that he can be trusted, or is some part of me setting him up to fail?
Do I expect him to fail my tests and disappoint me?
The second would almost be easier to take in some ways. He’s confusing me with the way he is always there with a joke, defending me, or shielding me in any given situation. It makes me want things.
Things I can’t have.
Things that don’t exist.
Like lasting trust and love.
“Lick me,” I order. My order comes out a little hoarse to my own ears.
“Yes mistress,” he says in a thick voice that makes me think he might already be on the verge of coming. His dick is hard and erect, little metal balls winking at me with cheeky promise.
Leaning forward with painstaking slowness, he runs his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top.
In one swipe, all the air squeezes from my lungs and my organs refuse to fill again.
Kai closes his eyes and moans as if he’s tasted heaven.
Okay, he can’t be that excited about—oh fuck me his tongue is so long.
Again, he swipes up my part and I grip his hair tighter.
“Do you like that, Kai?” I almost use a pet name on him, but I realized long ago he has plenty of those. No one uses his real name.
No one except me.
Proving my point, he shudders. “Fuck yes, mistress.”
Kaison continues his long swipes, before switching to quicker shorter ones. Then the tip of his tongue burrows until it taps my clit. The pressure pushes in my own piercing and my head snaps back as hot, liquid tingles fuzz my brain like a broken television.
A gurgling sound escapes my throat.
“Mmm,” he hums in pleasure, repeating the motion. Kaison probes and pushes and tongues my clit, as if it’s some kind of video game controller he’s manipulating.
Even I can’t deny he’s fucking winning.
“You taste like spice,” he groans.
“And everything nice?” I finish for him.
Impossibly dark eyes turn up to meet mine. “No. Like you're my forever vice.”
Before I can remark on his cheesy rhyme, he pushes his tongue past my lower lips as far as he can. I’m uncertain which is more erotic, the way he penetrates me or how he looks at me as he does it.
Like he owns me, even from on his knees, hands poised behind his back.
The packing peanuts are acting as bumpers and part of me wants to take them off. I want him closer. Closer than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.
Then he presses his mouth against me and licks and sucks with new fervor. My feet lift until my toes curl around the rungs of the unsteady stool.
Kai keeps his wrists crossed and his hips gently pump as if fucking the air, thinking about me.
“Fuck Cinder, you are so hot. So delicious. I’ll do anything you want,” he says with his mouth still full of fang bumpers and my cunt.
“Take off the packing peanuts.” It comes out a whisper and even I wouldn’t be sure I’ve said it, except that Kai goes deathly still. He looks up at me again.
“Are you sure?”
No.
Yes.
I’m not sure
I swallow over the planet-sized lump that’s suddenly sprouted in my throat.
Keeping his lips glued to mine is an easier way to feel safe, but down there with my femoral artery pumping so close to his face. . .
He could kill me in seconds. The pain he could cause if he lost control. . .
I know he wants my blood. He pretends to be in perfect control, but I recognize when bloodlust turns his pupils into massive pools of ink and has his nostrils flaring.
Charming wants me. He wants me in every physical manner. He wants to eat me.
And fae lords help me, part of me wants to let him.
Unable to find my voice, I can only nod.
I’ve learned his Adam's apple slides down then back up his throat only when he’s under extra duress and I find it hypnotizing every single time.
“You have to say it,” he says far too seriously.
I expect a pithy nickname. I’m almost angry he doesn’t throw one out. He’s not letting me out of the weight of this moment where he gets my consent.
It’s a big deal. We both know it, but I want him to joke and pretend it’s not.
“Yes.”
It costs me to say it out loud.
Or maybe the price will be collected later.
Keeping his hands behind his back, Kai doesn’t break eye contact. He tongues the puffy peanuts off his fangs and spits one after the other onto the ground.
Those pupils grow even larger, so there’s only the thinnest band of maple brown framing them.
Unencumbered, he presses his mouth against me again and there are more points of contact. I'm engulfed with even more fervor and hunger than before. He moans and licks and sucks until lava-infused spirals curl through my belly and I can’t catch my breath.
He eats me out like a starving vampire. Like he’ll die if he stops. Like he’s unable to stop.
The stool creaks under me as my hips rock underneath his mouth. The tension coils and stretches, reaching up, up and up until I’m begging.
“ Please . Please, please, please Kai.” The words tumble over each other in an incoherent mess. “I have to come.”
He throws my legs over his shoulders, and I have to cling to the back edge of the stool to keep upright. He latches onto my clit, while a finger slides into me. I cry out.
It’s so godsdamn satisfying yet not nearly fae fucking enough.
“Ah,” I gasp, my hips rocking even faster chasing the sensation. I’m there, teetering on the edge. If I lose the thread to the orgasm, I might rip the hair off his handsome head.
A loud creak followed by several cracks is my only warning the stool is breaking under me. My bare ass meets thin air, but Kai picks me up. My legs are still balanced over his shoulders. Hands pressed to my spine, he balances me against his still licking and suckling mouth.
The violence of the shift is too much for me and I break. My fingers fly to dig into his hair, holding on as I cry out for dear life as my body riots and shudders, clenching around nothing, missing his finger penetrating me, and needing more.
My back meets the cold stone floor as he never breaks his pace between my legs. “Kai,” I gasp. “Fuck me.”