Chapter 8 Theron
Chapter Eight
Theron
Acknowledging that it is her turn to share makes Aila blush, but she keeps her chin up all the same.
She has no imperfections to hide, as far as I’m concerned. Only natural shyness at what we are about to do makes her body tremble as I lift the top over her head.
Aila blushes as the blood rushes to her erogenous zones.
She sits like a mermaid in the grove; the rosy tint in her cheeks is absurdly endearing.
“Here.” Pulling the band holding her ponytail with one finger, I let her hair fall down to cover her pert breasts. “Come lie with me.”
She melts into my fierce embrace, surrendering herself to me. I must possess her body and soul. But for now, I am satisfied with her body.
Our kiss bonds us, giving me the chance to read her mind. It is not always possible for a hunter like me to intrude upon a victim’s thoughts, but intimacy helps.
Dark, fleeting images seem to crowd Aila’s daydreams. She’s thinking about the risks of being alone with me. No one saw us leave. No one knows where we are. And now she’s trusting me to make sweet love to her in the shadows…
No. Not quite. Aila is weighing up the possibility that I might be a little bit mad and bad, and a whole lot of dangerous. And it is that which excites her.
She sighs, pressing herself against my chest, melding her body to mine. Her craving matches mine, measure for measure. I have yearned for this moment from the start—and so has she. Our restless energies hope to be satisfied after this.
Running my fingers down her arm, to her hip, and over her thigh while we kiss gives me great pleasure. Not only is her skin golden and smooth, but the motion releases Aila’s special perfume into the hot summer air.
The rush of moisture to my mouth forces me to pull back so I can swallow. My fangs are not fully outdrawn, but they are close to it. Doing what I live to do is not so easy in the light. Fucking and sucking belong in the dark.
Aila opens her eyes but says nothing. The woman has remarkable self-control. There is no “why did you stop?” or any kind of doubt. She can see the worship in my eyes; she knows how badly I have wanted to do this—and for so long.
Wiggling out of her panties, Aila is about to throw the lacy undergarment away, but I stop her. “Give them to me.”
“Aren’t you a little old to be collecting trophies, Theron?”
“I do not collect trophies, Aila. I collect fragrances.”
A small frown creases her brow. “My scent? Oh, you mean like those websites that send you used ladies’ underwear sealed in plastic?”
“The scent of a stranger holds no appeal for me, Aila. I only want you.”
Every time she moves, a scattering of her pheromones spirals up my nostrils and down my throat. My body is reacting to her fragrance so intensely that my cock spasms. This is the first time in my long life that I have been close to losing control.
Fuck! I nearly jizzed on her like a teen during his first makeout session!
Biting down on the inside of my cheek, I fabricate pain to clear my mind. After four years, I now have my chance with this woman, and there is no way I’m letting a loss of self-control get in the way of making it last.
Instinctively, she knows not to touch my pulsing manhood. If we want savor this moment, I must get my urges under control. One caress or one kiss too many will push me closer to the edge.
Running her hands over my chest, she dares to lick me. “You are so hard everywhere. So cold.”
“Blame it on the shade. But I can assure you I am on fire for you, darlin’. Never been this hot for any woman before.”
Taking my hand, she presses it between her thighs. Her pussy is an aromatic furnace, and I can’t wait to stoke it with my wood.
“I feel hot inside, too.” She tells me this and then gives one of those siren smiles I like to think she keeps for me and me alone. “But I need you to help me pace myself.”
Her eyes give her away. And the way she nibbles one corner of her lower lip.
Aila is on the edge of losing control, same as me.
I am enamored by the casual way Aila deals with our nakedness. The sweet way she relaxes and breathes slowly in and out so that our daylight sex session is not pushed to end too soon. We’re in this for the long haul.
Now that my self-discipline is back under control, I can see hours of foreplay and sex ahead of us.
After dropping the balled-up piece of lace in my hand, Aila lies on her back with an alluring pout. “What will you give me in exchange for my panties?”
“Name your desire and it’s yours, I swear it.”
She strokes my rigid shaft and licks her lips. “I want this. I want you. But go easy with me, Theron, because I’m out of practice.”
“If this is you out of practice, sweetheart…” I leave the rest hanging, and she giggles. Is that a peek of nerves coming through?
Kissing her delicate breasts and puckered nipples, I move my mouth down her belly. My fangs are raging for fluids, fully extended and ready for action.
Aila’s hair sprawls over the ground in a dark halo, and her breasts rise and fall as her excitement increases.
Pressing her thighs open wide, I lower my head and dart my tongue over the hood of her clit. Aila pushes her mound forward for more. She has a hunger that matches my own. I like that.
There is a short pause as I enjoy the wild aromas only she holds for me. The perfect balance of flavors: sweet and salt with a slight tang of spice. Pushing her legs so that her thighs wrap around me, I bury my face in her tempting slit.
Tongue deep in her pussy, the hunger rages inside me. Her scent is incredible; tempting and so arousing. The thrill of the hunt has taken hold of me, and Aila is loving the way I lap her tight crevice.
I can tell from the way her body goes rigid and still that a beautiful climax is building up inside her. Knowing this makes me bold. I allow the tips of my sharp fangs to trail lightly along those firm, deliciously plump pussy lips.
She gasps and freezes.
Please trust me enough to let me bite your pretty little snatch. No woman has ever allowed me to do such a thing—but I promise you will love it.
Did I accidentally say that aloud?
Pushing her creamy slice into my mouth, Aila sighs. “Eat me… I want you so bad.”
You don’t have to ask me more than once, darlin’.
As her orgasm mounts, so does my appetite. When I feel her fingers spasming and pulling my hair, I risk everything to graze my fangs along the thin strip of pubic hair on her mound.
My excitement knows no boundary when she pushes my fangs deeper into her luscious flesh. It’s like an explosion of taste in my mouth. The wet surge from her pussy mixes with the trickle of blood from her fleshy ripeness.
It satisfies me so completely that I mumble crazy words in an effort to share my feelings with her. “Oh, God, Aila, I love this. I love you.” I move my body upward and between her thighs.
Sliding my cock into her, we rock and kiss as our bodies join. One orgasm seems to roll into another as we fuck.
It’s a strange sensation to be happy and satisfied at the same time. I’ve never experienced it before while feeding and fucking. I’m always left with a gnawing hunger for more whenever I feast.
Does this woman have the influence to train me? Have I gone from being the hunter to the prey?
Our steamy session of passion must run out of steam sooner or later. My stamina is more resilient than Aila’s, but I sense her mouth becoming drier as her muscles grow weaker—a sure sign that her body is dehydrated from blood loss. Humans are so wonderfully fragile underneath their lusty appetites.
She falls back, panting and gasping. “Time out, Theron. I don’t suppose you have a bottle of water or something in that bike bag of yours?”
Propped up on her elbows, she watches me stalk over to the bike. “Have you got a tongue stud?” Touching herself between her legs, Aila wrinkles her nose as her fingers brush against the sensitive parts. “Because I think you scratched me.”
There is something in our drool that stops a bite from bleeding. The moment I withdrew my mouth, the fang marks sealed and healed. The only sign of injury would be a bit of inflammation, easily camouflaged by the rigors of intercourse.
The monster that hides behind my attractive facade doesn’t want to be discovered.
“Don’t you like that?” Passing a bottle of water to her, I slump down beside Aila. “A little bit of rough and tumble does a body good.”
That makes her smile. Aila’s smile is the only sunshine I will ever need.
“Tongue studs? I don’t know,” Aila muses as she takes another small sip of water. “Show me.”
Shit. I should have seen that coming from a mile off.
There is an agonizing silence as I search for a sensible way to respond. I’m holding my breath, which is hardly a human thing to do. Remembering to pant and grimacing like a wild beast trapped in a snare, I fumble for an answer.
It is the core tenet of the MC, even more important than avoiding sunlight: never give yourself away. We hunters belong to the night, cursed and rejected by our tribes and kinfolk since the dawn of our feral lives.
Fuck it! All I have to do is stick out my tongue and make some excuse.
I swallowed the damn tongue stud, sweetheart.
It came loose and I spit it out.
I took it out when you weren’t looking…
But then she will want to see the piercing.
I want to rage and roar because of the barrier of dishonesty I have to sustain between Aila and me.
“Okay. It wasn’t a tongue stud. It was my teeth.”
I think what I just said shocked the both of us. Fuck it. Well, there’s no going back now.
“Teeth?” Again, Aila presses her fingers between her legs. “Please tell me that you didn’t bite me, Theron.”
“I might have. You look good enough to eat, like I said.”
Looking at her hand to check for blood, Aila seems relieved when she doesn’t find any. But it doesn’t stop the questions from coming. “Because it prickled. Like a sting that made me shiver, you know. I… I kinda liked it. It gave me a rush.”
Finally, I see a way to take our conversation in another direction.
“You saying you liked it more than fucking?”
Rolling her eyes up, Aila giggles. “That’s a whole ‘nother kind of pain! But highly—addictively—pleasurable all the same.”
Reaching out her hand, she caresses my rock-hard muscles. “Does being so well-endowed teach you how to be gentle as well? Because at no time did I feel like you were just using my body as a way to cum off.” Scooching closer, Aila buries her face against my chest. “You made me feel cherished.”
None of what she says sets off any of my alarm bells. I have zero experience with interacting with women on such an intimate level anyway, so I would have been more surprised if it had.
Still, the thought of anyone being rough with Aila without her sanctioning it kicks my protective instincts into high gear, same as the first time I met her.
“You’ve been fucking the wrong guys. You were born to be cherished. And don’t let anyone say anything different.”
I want to share my story with Aila. To tell her all about the Original Seven, the five Midnight Riders who call Landslide home and the two who chose to become nomads.
We were all physically enlarged and supernaturally enhanced after our encounter with the Red Witch. Before she sucked our blood and allowed us to feast on hers, we were mortal men. Ordinary warriors sworn to defend our tribe against invasion.
One taste of the Blood Queen’s fluids and we became radiant, adamantine, and lethally compulsive.
Do not dare to look in our eyes. The glamour we cast over you will make you feel like dying if you attempt to disobey. You will be happy to sacrifice your last drop of blood if that is what it takes to please me.
The witch chose the strongest, bravest, and best-looking fighters to feast on.
And only those who were able to satisfy her lust were given the chance to replenish their blood by sucking on her.
The monstrous woman with the red hair was on the hunt for companionship, whipping her primitive followers into a frenzy as they rampaged across our Nordic land.
Shadow’s brother gave his life so that the seven of us could escape. We then roamed for thousands of years, searching for answers and feeding on women who were mesmerized by our handsome features.
Supporting herself on her elbows again, Aila traces her finger over my mouth.
“Open. I want to see why it felt as if you were biting me.”
My inward struggle is immense.
She senses my hesitation. “What are you hiding from me, Theron?”