Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Spade
We were back in bed after the shower when Soren asked, “Will you let me drink from you?” His voice was lower than I’d ever heard it. Rough and edged with a heat that made my pulse stutter.
“You can do whatever you want with me, babe,” I told him with a smirk.
He slid his hands to my hips, fingers digging in. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
I gripped the back of his hair in answer and used it to tug him closer so I could slide my tongue out and lick at his bottom lip. His fangs descended, and I dragged my tongue over one.
His groan was low and full of need. He pulled back and dropped his gaze, focusing on my hard cock, which made my stomach react.
The desire and want were clear in his eyes as he said, “I want to bite you.”
My brows shot up. “Down there? You ain’t gonna bite my dick off, right?”
His mirth slipped out in a loud chuckle. “Now, pet, why would I take the part of you that fucks me so perfectly?”
I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah, okay, then.”
“I believe you shall love it.”
I shifted under his guidance, a shiver rolling over me from the way his hands glided over my skin—anywhere he could touch—until he pressed his palms down on my shoulders.
“Move up the bed, pet. Let me worship this divine body.”
“Christ, Soren,” I breathed, my cock aching.
A quiet hum left him in response, low and approving. It sent heat pooling low in my stomach, and my fingers tightened on the sheets.
I looked down my body and watched him kneel on the mattress between my spread legs.
He brushed his hands over my ankles, then higher. My body goddamn spiraled with need.
He was going too slow, though.
I had to have his mouth on me.
“Babe, love you, but need your mouth on my cock.”
He smirked, full fangs showing, and I fucking loved seeing them.
Yet, it was still a bit terrifying to have those sharp teeth near my junk.
Soren’s low laugh had my gaze moving from his hands that were running over me everywhere but my dick, to his face. His long, wet hair pooled around his shoulders, making him seem angelic and devious at the same time.
“Relax, pet. I promise you’ll still have your perfect cock when I’m done.”
Nodding, I released the tension and sat up so I could take his mouth in a hot tangle of tongues. His fangs scratched at my lips but never broke through my skin.
“Got to have your mouth on my dick, baby,” I told him again, gripping his throat.
A soft snarl left him, and he gnashed his teeth at me before planting a kiss on my lips and pushing my upper body back down.
“Let me work now, pet. No touching or you’ll distract me.”
“Soren,” I begged.
“Patience, my love,” he murmured.
A mild, frustrated growl escaped me, but then I had his lips on me again, even when they weren’t surrounding my cock. Instead, he’d kissed my chest, licked over a nipple, and sank his fangs into my flesh, dragging a low groan from me.
I tipped my head back, my body aching, chasing the feeling, chasing him. My cock throbbed as his bite took me higher in ecstasy and had me practically vibrating with the need to come.
But he quickly withdrew and licked over it. I let out a sound of disappointment, which made him chuckle.
He hadn’t taken much—just a couple of pulls—no doubt being extra careful because of what happened earlier. But his bite was addictive. I already wanted more.
“Such a good pet for me,” Soren whispered against my skin, almost tickling it.
“If I’m being so good, how about—” I broke off on a groan when he gripped my aching dick.
He licked the tip, swirling his tongue around the edge.
I ran a hand over his locks and pulled when he kept on only teasing the tip. “More,” I begged.
He sucked my cock all the way down and swallowed around it.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Soren bobbed up and down over my length, driving me into a frenzy. You’d think I’d get used to having his skilled mouth on me, but I wasn’t. Each time felt different. Felt more intense.
“Christ, baby,” I bit out through clenched teeth.
He licked down the shaft to my balls and gently sucked on them.
I was near ready to explode. The thought of coming in his mouth pushed me closer to the edge.
He kissed the tip as he slid his hands over my stomach, slow and deliberate.
His lips brushed my inner thigh first—light, almost teasing—but it didn’t stay that way. His mouth followed the line upward, heat trailing in his wake, building anticipation in a way that made my body tighten.
“Soren…,” I breathed.
He hummed softly, the vibration sending a shiver straight through me.
Then his attention shifted. I felt it before I saw the way his focus locked onto the crook of my leg, the subtle shift in his posture, the way his grip on me tightened just slightly.
My breath caught. “There?”
He grazed a finger over it. “Yes. There is a pumping vein that has my mouth watering.”
Christ.
He looked so hungry for it that I needed to feel what it was like to be bitten there.
“Then do it,” I told him.
He smiled slowly, full fangs on display.
That was clearly all the permission he needed because in the next second, his mouth returned to my skin. He pulled my leg up, and his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot behind my knee. That alone made my dick jerk.
Then, he kissed the spot and all the way up until he was back on his belly and spreading my legs wide.
He licked over the spot once more, making my dick throb in anticipation of his bite, knowing I’d feel nothing but euphoric after.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Always sure when it comes to you,” I told him.
He sank his fangs in.
The sensation hit instantly. The sharp sting sent my heart fluttering before it changed.
Heat and pleasure flooded outward from the bite. The bond surged in response, flaring wild in my chest.
“Soren—” I cried. My voice goddamn broke because it wasn’t just the feeding; it was everything at once.
The way his mouth stayed there, drawing from me, while his hand surrounded my throbbing cock.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I groaned.
My body felt like it was lighting up. There was so much desire, lust, and love.
The connection wrapped tighter around my chest, pulsing in time with something deeper than a heartbeat. My body reacted without permission. Tension built fast, sharper than before. The sensation of the bite sent waves of pleasurable heat through me that I wasn’t prepared for.
“Don’t stop,” I managed.
I was close.
But it all felt like too much.
Like I’d explode in the best fucking way possible.
Soren didn’t hold back. If anything, he was spurred on. He sucked long and slow, pushing more emotions into me through the bond.
His hand jacked my cock up and down.
“Close!” I warned on a yell.
Fuck.
Christ.
I wanted to come, but I kept tipping back and forth.
His grip tightened, anchoring me as the intensity climbed too fast, too strong—until I couldn’t separate where the physical ended and the bond began.
It all blurred together.
Built together.
And when it finally broke, it hit like a shockwave.
I gasped, my back arching as everything snapped tight and then released all at once.
I came over my stomach, chest, the bed, and Soren’s hand.
And I kept coming like there was no end.
“Jesus,” I cried out.
The bond flared bright enough that it almost felt visible between us.
Soren pulled back slowly, his tongue brushing over the bite in a soothing motion that sent a softer aftershock through me.
I lay there, breath uneven as I rolled into awareness, my body still humming from the aftermath.
Glancing down, I smirked and unlocked my fingers from his hair.
He pushed some locks back from his face and watched me before shifting to lean over me, his hand cupping my jaw.
“How did you like that?” he asked quietly.
I snorted, my head tipping slightly into his touch. “It was fuckin’ wild,” I said.
Reaching up, I gripped the back of his neck, dragging him down into a slow and grounding kiss. When I pulled back, I smirked, still riding the edge of my orgasm. “You’re dangerous,” I murmured.
His lips twitched faintly. “You like that about me, though.”
I huffed a quiet laugh. “Fuck yeah, I do,” I said. “I’ll rally in a second and return the favor.”
Soren chuckled softly. “No need, my pet. I came from pleasuring you.”
My eyes grew wide. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
Hot damn.
I grinned. “Probably good because I don’t think I can move right now.”
He laughed again and kissed my cheek. “Rest.”
I nodded, my eyelids already drifting closed. “Just for a bit,” I murmured. When I felt him move from the bed, I opened my eyes. “Where you goin’?”
He paused near the bathroom door. “Just getting a washcloth. Sleep, pet. I’ll clean you up and join you.”
Christ, he was too good to me.
“Love you,” I whispered before sleep took me under.