Chapter 13
“Sugar, come on. I need you to wake up. We should shower and eat before the next wave hits.”
I flip over, annoyed that Oklahoma would try to wake me up given the circumstances. My skin itches with sweat. There’s a deep ache between my legs. Actually, my entire body is sore. I’m not sure how much longer I can handle this.
The mating heat is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like I have no control over what my body does. Imagine the sun inside you, heating the core temperature to the max, paired with the same warmth arousal gives.
It’s brutal.
When Oklahoma isn’t inside me, my insides feel melted and useless, dying, begging for him to take the pain away.
“Nariko.” He shakes my shoulder, and the simple, innocent touch has me sitting up and scrambling away from him. “Woah, Sugar. It’s just me.” He holds up his hands in surrender, meaning me no harm.
I know that. I know he would never hurt me. I’m more protected and safe than I’ve ever been.
The warm blanket slips down my arms, revealing my shoulders, and I hurry to cover them, keeping the blanket tight around me.
“I will not hurt you, Sugar. I’d never—I—did I hurt you last night?” Oklahoma clutches the blanket he has around his waist, holding a giant cup of ice water for me.
I reach for him, then stop just as my fingers nearly graze his arm. “No, god. No, Oakley, last night, that was…that was amazing. It was one of the best nights of my life. I’m…” I gulp down the nerves, taking the water from him.
The cold condensation slips against my palms. “I’m afraid to touch you, not because I fear you. I’m…” I dip my head down and sip the rim of the glass, the ice-cold water coating the rawness of my throat.
He sniffs the air, and like always, I smile.
He’s always smelling me.
“You’re afraid the heat will kick in, and you’ll want me like you did last night.”
Oakley stands in front of me, bare-chested, that damn blanket clinging to him for dear life, and I’m jealous.
I know exactly what it’s like to cling to him and how good he feels.
Am I fucking jealous of a blanket?
I’m eating him alive with my stare. My gaze roams down the sculpted statue that is his body. Rock hard pecs, rolling valleys of abs, the defined cut of the Adonis belt dipping so low, the blanket might as well fall to the floor, so I can see the rest of him.
The outline of his cock presses against the blue and white quilt, reminding me of how big he is. I could outline the protruding vein right now. I can see it through the quilt, tempting me yet again.
“Sugar, you’d better stop looking at me like that, or we won’t be able to shower or eat before the next wave hits. I already smell it. We don’t have long before I’m pressing you against the bed and fucking you within an inch of your damn life.”
The timer in the kitchen dings, saving me from another torturous second of having him so close to me.
No one should look so damn good.
“Saved by the bell,” he winks. “Good thing I have a gas stove, or I don’t know what we would do since the electricity is still out. I’ll be right back.”
I’m not sure if we are going to have enough time. Heat climbs up my body, scorching my cheeks. I gulp down my water, hoping the cold temperature sedates the heat.
I stare at the wall where everything first started last night. There are two dents with cracks across the entire surface. I follow the length of them, and they travel to the ceiling, the floor, and to the edge of where the wall ends.
Flashes of him pinning me down. His soft lips traveling down my neck…the dirty words he whispered through drags of blood as he fed from me. I’m ready for him to take me again, and the heat hasn’t reached its peak.
I press the cold glass against the back of my neck and sigh, needing to calm the hell down.
Oklahoma comes back with a big bowl of soup for both of us and sets it on the coffee table.
“What is this?” I ask, peeking into the liquid.
A pinch of worry swims in my chest, but it isn’t coming from me. It’s coming from him.
He rubs his hands on his thighs, clearly nervous. “I tried to make the zosui soup you made for me yesterday. It was delicious, warm, and filling.” He lifts his arm to scratch behind his back. “I’m not sure how it came out. I’ve never made it before.”
I scoot closer to him, setting my half-empty glass on a coaster. “You made this for me?”
This time, it’s my sweet, moody vampire who blushes.
“I want to do everything for you, and you have to keep your strength with this heat. I know it isn’t easy, and it changes everything”—he intertwines his fingers with mine—“and I’ve never been a big fan of change.
Until you. I want to be with you through all the changes life brings us, and that means taking care of you, too.
” His nostrils flare, and I press my thighs together, hoping we have a little more time.
“Hurry up and eat, Sugar. We don’t have much time. ”
“Why doesn’t it affect you like it does me?” I huff.
He cocks a brow at me, yanking the blanket off him to show me his very erect cock with precome leaking out of the slit.
“I’m barely keeping it together. My rut will hit when your heat hits.
That’s how I know it’s close. I’m on the fucking edge already.
Focusing on anything else but you has been the most challenging part of my existence so far.
Hurry up and eat before I lose my damn control.
” He scoops the spoon into the bowl with anger, lifting it out only for it to drip onto his thighs.
I’m tempted to bend down and lick him clean. He must sense my train of thought because he tosses the blanket over himself, pointing to the soup.
“I didn’t say eat me,” he growls, pointing to the bowl again. “Eat.” His eyes burn red, and he squeezes them shut, shakes his head, only for them to remain the most beautiful shade of ruby I’ve ever seen.
I listen, realizing just how on edge he is.
“Oklahoma! This is actually really good.”
He beams, showing off a fang-filled smile. “Really?”
“Really, Kokoro,” I say gently, cupping his jaw only for him to lean into my touch.
My heart, my soul, my everything.
I’m obsessed with this vampire. There’s no other way to put it.
The spoons scrape against the sides of the bowl. Every clink and clang echoes in my mind, louder to the point I can’t take it anymore. I drop my spoon and cover my ears with my hands.
An intense cramp happens again, a monstrous heat wave crashing through me.
He wraps his big palms around them, tugging my arms down. Oklahoma’s touch eases the agony boiling in my soul for him. As long as he is by my side, I’ll survive this.
I’ll be okay.
“I got you, Sugar. Let me take our pain away.” He gathers me into his arms and stands, the blankets falling from our bodies.
Sweat sticks to my body like a desert clinging to drops of rain. Wetness coats the inside of my thighs, and Oklahoma growls, his chest vibrating against my cheek.
Tilting my head back, two crimson moons peer down at me. His fangs peek out from his lip, proving he’s fighting the same urges I am.
Rain continues to pitter-patter against the roof. Distant thunder rumbles, proving the storm is nowhere near done with releasing its aggression.
“Hurry,” I beg him, the curve of his pecs toying with my control. I suck the closest nipple into my mouth, teasing it between the blunt edge of my teeth.
He trips over himself, his hand bracing on the wall to stabilize us. “Nariko,” he warns, kicking his bedroom door open.
The curtains are open, allowing us to see the branches sway in the wind. Leaves swirl outside. The windchimes sing, clinking together to create a song. Windows cry, the rain taking its time to drip down the glass.
Oklahoma tosses me on the mattress, and he stands before me, a bolt of lightning striking at the perfect time. The bright strobing light reveals different shadows in the nooks and crannies of his body, even casting more of a glow in his irises.
He wraps a hand around his stalk, the lust between us mounting to a scorching level.
I become so sweaty that the sheets stick to me. “Oakley. I’m so hot,” I whimper, my vision unreliable as the room sways and spins around me. “I need you.”
He snags my ankle, yanking me down the bed.
“I’m right here, Beloved.” Oklahoma lifts my right leg onto his shoulder, kissing down my calf.
“You’re so warm, your skin is flushed. You look fucking exquisite.
Knowing you’re needing me. Knowing I am the only one who can give you relief.
Knowing your cunt is soaking wet only for me.
” He nips at my inner thigh, causing a gush of slick to rush from me.
“Knowing how you smell—” He buries his face between my legs, his nose gliding through my lips. “Knowing how you taste.” Oklahoma’s tongue plunges inside, his growls vibrating my clit, and I moan. “It’s all meant for me.”
I arch my back, burying my fingers in his hair, tugging on the roots when he sucks my swollen, sensitive clit into his mouth.
“You’re meant for me.” Two fingers fill me, sudden and fast. “Tell me,” he demands, quickening the pace of his hand. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves, his fangs pressing against me with every forbidden kiss.
He clutches onto each butt cheek, using me as leverage to pull his face deeper between my thighs. “Fuck, I can taste us still.” Oklahoma moans when he dives his tongue inside me again, rolling it with expertise. Wet, soft friction licks up to my clit, then back down.
My mate takes his time, worshipping me, delving between the softness of my lips, filling my entrance with his tongue.
I yank on his hair, my nails digging into his scalp, and I arch my back off the bed, needing more, wanting less—it’s all too much. I can’t decide.
Tightening my legs around his neck, my misunderstood vampire latches his claws into my thighs and forces me to spread my legs.
“Let me see you. I want you on display.” Oklahoma pays too much attention to my clit, pumping me with two fingers again.