Chapter 13 #2
His mouth crashed against mine again, hungrier this time, more desperate.
I could taste the faint metallic edge that clung to him, something that seemed uniquely vampire that should have been unsettling but instead made me want more.
His fangs scraped against my tongue, a reminder of exactly how dangerous this man was, and I moaned into his mouth.
My shirt fell away under his skilled fingers, and then his hands were on my bare chest, mapping every inch of skin like he was trying to memorize me. When his thumb brushed over my nipple, I gasped against his lips, my hips bucking forward involuntarily.
“Always so sensitive,” he murmured against my throat, his voice vibrating through my skin. “I love how you react to me.”
I was already fumbling with my belt, desperate to get the rest of my clothes off, but his hands covered mine, stilling my movements.
“Let me,” he said, and there was something almost reverent in his tone. “I want to unwrap you slowly.”
The contradiction between his earlier urgency and this sudden patience was maddening.
I watched his face as he worked my belt free, noting the way his amber eyes had gone completely gold now, the way his fangs were more prominent.
He looked inhuman in the best possible way, and the knowledge that I was the cause of his loss of control sent power coursing through my veins.
When he finally got my pants open and pushed them down my hips, I had to grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling over. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the way Valen’s gaze raked over my naked body.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, his hands hovering just above my skin like he was afraid to touch. “Absolutely perfect just like I remembered.”
I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. “Touch me, Valen. Please.”
That broke whatever spell had held him back. His hands were everywhere at once, stroking and squeezing and claiming every inch of me. When his fingers wrapped around my cock, I nearly came off the desk entirely.
“Careful,” he said with a wicked grin. “We don’t want you finishing too early.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I gasped, my hips moving of their own accord into his grip.
“Where’s the fun in that?” But even as he said it, he was reaching into his desk drawer, pulling out a small bottle that made my pulse quicken with anticipation.
“You keep lube in your office desk?” I asked, trying to inject some levity into the moment even as my body thrummed with need.
“I’m a centuries-old vampire, darling. I’ve learned to be prepared for all sorts of situations.
” He set the bottle on the desk beside me, then began working on his own clothes.
“Besides, I may have been hoping for this outcome since you first walked into my classroom even if I didn’t want to admit it. ”
Watching him undress was like witnessing a work of art come to life.
Every movement was fluid and graceful, his pale skin seeming to glow in the office lighting.
When he was finally naked, I couldn’t help but stare.
He was even more beautiful than I remembered, all lean muscle and sharp angles, his thick cock standing proud and thick between his legs.
“See something you like?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Everything,” I admitted without shame. “You’re even more impressive in the light of day.”
Something softer flickered across his expression before the predatory hunger returned. “Good.”
He picked up the bottle and slicked his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. “Spread your legs for me.”
I obeyed without hesitation, letting my thighs fall open as I braced myself against the desk. The vulnerability of the position should have made me self-conscious, but the way Valen looked at me made all my insecurities evaporate.
When his finger first pressed against my entrance, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. It had been days since he’d touched me like this, but my body remembered exactly how good it had felt, remembered how wonderful his cock felt inside me.
“Relax,” he murmured, working the digit slowly inside me. “You’ll get what you need, I promise.”
I let my head fall back, focusing on the stretch and burn as he opened me up. He was patient this time, thorough, adding a second finger and then a third until I was writhing against his hand and begging for more.
“Please,” I gasped, my hands scrabbling for purchase against the smooth desktop. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he said, curling his fingers just right and making me cry out. “I want you desperate for it.”
“I am desperate,” I protested, though my words were undermined by the way my hips were grinding down against his fingers. “I’ve been desperate since Saturday night.”
“Have you?” His thumb brushed against my prostate, and I nearly screamed. “Have you been thinking about me, Archer? About how I felt inside you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, beyond caring how needy I sounded. “Every fucking night. I couldn’t stop dreaming about you.”
“Good.” He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. “Because I haven’t been able to think about anything else either.”
I watched him slick his cock, my mouth going dry at the sight. He was big. Bigger than I remembered actually, and for a moment doubt flickered through my mind. But then he was positioning himself at my entrance, and all coherent thought fled.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I met his golden gaze. “I want to watch your face while I fuck you.”
The first press of his cock against my hole had me gasping, my back arching off the desk. He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust, but the stretch was still overwhelming. I felt every inch as he sank into me, filling me completely until I thought I might split in half.
“Breathe, darling,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You’re so tight, fuck.”
I tried to follow his advice, focusing on relaxing around his thickness. Gradually, the burn faded into something much more pleasant, a fullness that made me feel complete in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck me,” I whispered when I thought I could handle it. “Please, Valen.”
He started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate care. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through my nervous system, and I found myself meeting his movements, chasing that perfect friction between us.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands gripping my hips to guide me. “Take what you need.”
The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm building already, coiling tight in my belly like a spring wound too far.
“I’m not going to last long,” I warned him, my voice barely recognizable.
“Good,” he said, his pace increasing. “Then cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel, darling.”
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took.
I came with a cry that I barely managed to muffle against my own hand, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
A moment later, he followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled me to the brim with his seed.
He collapsed against me, our chests rising and falling in tandem as we came down from our mutual high. I let the feeling wash over me, allowing it to consume me completely. This felt good. It felt right.
And most importantly, it was a giant middle finger to my father.