Chapter 33
All expectations—notthat I had any—are thrown out the window when Axel leaps to his feet with me secure in his arms. One thing’s for sure. I never thought a vampire could actually be giddy, but Axel exudes it in waves, making me giggle as he flashes through his house, our surroundings nothing but a blur until he places me down on a hard wooden surface.
Like the rest of his house, this room has candelabras stationed along the walls and a lit fireplace casting a golden glow around the room. But it’s not the gothic light source that draws me in. It’s the furniture that seems to be what catches and holds my attention the most. It puts his office and the rest of his house to shame as it screams vampire right down to the black coffin he’s set me upon. I’m not completely sure how I feel about this very spot being where we come together for the first time, but I can’t deny a feral part of me is excited at the morbidity of fucking on top of it.
Something I’ll have to dissect later. Now isn’t the time for it.
“Cor meum,” he murmurs, gripping my throat in his hand to get my attention. “Can we take off your glamour? I want to stare into your beautiful pink eyes as you scream my name when I make you come.”
Fuck. Yes, please.
My thighs, still wrapped around his waist, clench and drag him closer as I grind on the hard length pressing against the zipper of his jeans. It seems every time I’m in close proximity, he’s trying to hide what I do to him. Never again. It’s a heady feeling to know this smart, strong, handsome vampire reacts to me in such a lewd way.
Remembering his question, I nod my head, swallowing hard at the prospect of being bare before him. And I’m not just talking about a lack of clothes. I know he’s seen me without my glamour before, but it’s become a crutch to hide behind. It’s the wall built to protect myself and keep me safe, hiding my true heritage beneath the surface.
Axel’s been around long enough that I know he’d never ask me to take it off if there was a chance of someone else being in his home who could see me without it. But it doesn’t stop me from trembling as he curls my hair around my shoulder, his lithe fingers clasping the delicate chain and removing it from my neck.
He dangles the snowflake charm between us a moment before reaching over and placing it on a small table resting nearby. Then his cool hands cup my cheeks, his lips quirking in a smile as he gazes into my eyes.
“There she is,” he murmurs sweetly, softly kissing my forehead. “While you’re beautiful with the glamour, I want the real you. The most beautiful version of you will always be this one—your true self.”
Swoon.
“So, vampy,” I rasp huskily, “now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?”
He playfully rolls his eyes at the nickname. Once upon a time, not all that long ago, calling him that to his face would have worried me that he was going to tear my throat out. Not anymore. Not after taking the chance to get to know him.
“Hmm,” he hums low in his throat as he grips my neck once more. “Everything.” He squeezes to make sure he has my attention. “But first, I want a real taste of that pussy. Licking you from my fingers was nothing more than a tease.”
Fuck. He thought that was a tease? I didn’t even get to come before the stupid rock bird interrupted us.
His fingers skim across my skin, pressing chaste kisses everywhere he can reach. The soft tickle of his fangs builds the anticipation coursing through my veins.
I’m panting for breath by the time he releases me, my panties flooded with need for the man to just give it to me already. Screw all the foreplay. I don’t want it. Just impale me and make me scream your name.
Before those very words leave my lips, Axel drops to his knees, his height working to his advantage, leaving him eye level with my cloth-covered pussy. My cheeks heat seeing such a prominent man on his knees. For me.
The cold of his skin seeps beneath my leggings as he grips my calves, throwing them over his shoulders. I’m about to question if he’s going to take them off, but the sound of fabric tearing rends the air, and a soft breeze from his harsh breaths wafts over my now bare pussy.
My eyes widen, and I’m about to grumble a protest at the fact that he ripped my damn clothes, but he silences any and all thoughts by burying his face between my thighs.
There’s an untamed quality to his attack on my tender flesh, making me moan and groan with every swipe of his icy tongue. It’s a whole juxtaposition of feelings. My heated flesh. His cold touch. The two contrasting against each other and clashing into one to create a symphony that has me sobbing and shaking on top of his black lacquered coffin.
“Just as delicious as I anticipated.” I shudder at the lust lacing his words.
His loose blond waves hide him from my view, and I gather it all in my fists, moaning as he groans his approval into my cunt. My eyes squeeze shut, unable to keep watching or I’ll come too quickly. Too soon. But oh, it feels too damn good to try and hold back.
Axel’s fingers join the mix, spearing my fluttering walls and causing stars to explode behind my closed eyelids. The wet noises coming from down below as he pounds his fingers into my pussy should embarrass the shit out of me. But it doesn’t. It’s a testament to what this vampire is doing to me.
Unable to help myself, I grind against his face, no longer worried about making this last. There are plenty more orgasms in my future, especially since we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.
“Fuck. That’s it, cor meum. Use me.” I shudder, gripping his hair tighter and shoving his face deeper into my cunt. His fingers disappear, but something thicker spears my entrance, and I use it to my advantage, fucking myself on his tongue.
Axel’s fangs scrape the delicate flesh, only heightening the feelings coursing through me. Shit. “I want those fangs buried in my throat when I come on your cock,” I mumble breathily. Delirious even. He chuckles, the sound sending shivers through my pussy. Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
My motions turn frantic with my thoughts, with my longing to get his cock buried in me as fast as possible. My orgasm that’s slowly been percolating finally breaks free, blinding me with the intensity.
Axel’s feral groan has aftershocks zinging through my body as he laps up every drop, leaving nothing behind.
My limbs turn to jelly, and I fall back, clutching my chest before my heart rips itself free from my body and throws itself at his feet. Because fuck… any woman would fall in love after coming like that.
“You okay, cor meum?”
“Peachy,” I murmur with a lazy smile, my eyes fluttering.
“Oh no, little mancer.” The telltale crinkle of a foil packet has my eyes popping open once more, knowing what’s coming next. My arms tremble as I fight to prop myself back up, only to find him spitting a piece of the wrapper from his teeth. “We’re nowhere near done yet.”
Shit. When the hell did he take off his clothes?
Axel’s face glistens with my release as he grits his teeth, rolling the condom over his hard length while being careful not to tear the rubber. From what I can see, he’s not as thick as my demi-god, but he definitely has length on him. I just know he’s going to feel magnificent inside me, reaching places Luka couldn’t.
I almost want to ask him to fuck me raw, fucking me without any barriers between us, but neither one of us are ready for the consequences that arise from that. Well, he may be. He’s lived a long time already. But I’m not. Not yet. Maybe one day if we decide to mate fully. If I can figure out how the hell to do it. But that’s for future me to figure out. Right now, I just need this man in me like I need the blood pumping through my veins to keep my heart beating.
Axel grips my waist, pulling me from my perch atop his coffin, spinning me around. He splays my upper half across the black lacquered surface, my arms barely long enough to grab the side to keep me on top.
I point my toes, looking for leverage on the floor, but there isn’t any. I’m just too damn short in this position. The only thing keeping me from sliding off is the white-knuckled grip I have on the lip of the lid.
“Fuck, cor meum. I’ve dreamt of having you draped across my coffin so many times. But there’s no denying reality is so much better than my fantasies.”
Soft, tentative fingers curl into the waistband of my leggings and panties, peeling the destroyed clothing from my body. Axel sucks in a breath as his cool hands grip my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart.
“One of these days, I’m going to take you right here.” His finger brushes over my asshole, a whimper on my lips at the depravity of the thought. But I’ll let him. Anything for my vampire.
“But first, cor meum, I want to feel you clamp down on me as you come, screaming my name while I thrust inside you.” He grabs my waist, his fingers bruising as he lines up at my entrance.
“Hurry!” I practically yell, desperate to feel him.
He chuckles, his tongue licking up my neck as he whispers in my ear, “So impatient.”
Before I can respond, he thrusts inside me, burying his entire length in one stroke. I let out a pleasurable scream, my body trembling at the invasion. He pulls out slowly, before slamming inside me again, hitting just the right spot that has me like putty.
“Yes, Gods, like that,” I moan, my hands and knuckles white from gripping the coffin so hard for some sort of purchase. My legs dangle still, but I barely notice, my thoughts preoccupied with how good it feels to have him inside me. From the way he’s moaning and panting, it must feel just as good to him.
He pulls out again, and I let out a cry in protest, feeling the immediate loss. But he spins me around, his hands grabbing my thighs and propping me up with my back against the coffin. His fingertips bury into my skin as I throw my arms over his shoulders, slamming my lips against his as he buries himself inside me again.
My shirt and one of the only bras I own fall to the floor in tatters with a swipe of his claws. Claws I didn’t even know he possessed. The delicious scrape of them as they score my flesh sends me reeling.
Every thrust has me reaching closer to climax, but then he slows his pace, prolonging it. Delayed pleasure, I’m sure, but it makes me claw at him, hungry for more.
My hands slip through the sweat dripping down Axel’s back as I cling to him in desperation, close. So damn close it won’t take much to toss me over the edge.
Axel must know this as his thrusts turn punishing, his fingers dimpling my ass and no doubt leaving bruises that’ll be there tomorrow with how tight his hold is on me.
I throw my head back with a loud cry as he batters my cervix, my hair plastered to my forehead and everywhere else from the perspiration coating our slick bodies. The slide of our skin doesn’t deter his movements, using it to his advantage as he slips his hand between us, circling my clit with his thumb.
“Axe,” I chant his name as my fingers tangle in his long locks, pulling his head back to bring his gaze back to mine. His blood red orbs are wide, those black veins I’ve only seen once before writhing beneath his eyes, and some type of substance is dripping from those sharp fangs I’m yearning to have buried in my neck.
My magic roils under my skin at the sight of such a fearsome predator, almost like it does when I’m facing certain danger. Only there’s no danger here. It’s only Axel and I. And he’d never hurt me. I know that with every fiber of my being.
I attempt to brush it aside, focus back on how he’s making me feel. But it comes roaring back with a vengeance.
“Bite me, lamia.” The Latin rolls off my tongue easily—thank you, Professor Mayer—my words laced with a sultry purr. His red gaze dilates further, the rich blood-colored hue disappearing altogether. Only to be replaced with shining black orbs, reflecting the hunger he’s aching to hide.
“Cor meum,” he hisses, his fangs bared in a snarl. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
He’s right. I have no idea what I’m asking for, but there’s this burning need deep inside that will only be satisfied by the pleasure his fangs would bring.
“Please,” I beg as I attempt to lock down whatever is causing my magic to wreak havoc on my insides. My movements become unbidden, almost like I’m outside of my body watching as someone else tips my head back, offering my blood to him.
“This is your last warning, cor meum. If we do this, I hope you’re prepared to be a little slut for my fangs. Because I’ll be buried balls deep in this perfect fucking pussy every time I feed from you.”
“Do it.”
Like a viper striking, Axel buries his fangs in my neck, groaning as he slurps hungrily at the ichor fleeing my body into his.
The scream that leaves me sets my magic free, exploding from my pores like detonating dynamite. Leaving only destruction in its wake. But it doesn’t touch us. Nothing can touch what’s happening between us.
My vampire breaks his hold on my neck, tossing his head back. “Yes! Give me to me, cor meum. Soak my cock like a good little fang slut.”
“Axe!” I shriek, my whole world tilting on its axis as my orgasm blinds me with its intensity, and my soul is once again ripped from my body before snapping back like a pulled taut rubber band.
“Oh fuck. There it is. That’s my good girl.” He delivers a few more punishing thrusts before pushing in as far as he can go, groaning my name as he fills the condom with his cum.
Tremors wrack my body in time with his shaky legs before they give out beneath him, his cool hand cradling my head as we fall to the floor in a sweaty heap.
My eyes flutter open, not realizing I’d closed them, and I watch in disbelief as vines work their way across Axel’s pale flesh, settling on his shoulder in the same spot my magic marked Luka as mine.
“Oh. Oh, no, no, no,” I cry, trying to sit up, trying to get the vampire to release me, but he only clutches me tighter, fusing us together and refusing to let me go.
“What’s wrong, cor meum?” Concern darkens his once-again red orbs, the bliss of the moment long gone.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that would happen. I thought… I thought…”
“What? You’re scaring me, Bailey.” Does he not feel it? The bond now tied to the depths of his soul like it is mine?
“I bond raped you!” I bury my face in his neck, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Bond?” he whispers to himself, confusion lacing his tone. “What bo—” He doesn’t finish his sentence, telling me he finally realizes what I’m saying. “Oh, cor meum, look at me. Please.”
I shake my head, refusing to give in to his plea. But my vampire isn’t having it. He sits up, tangling his fingers into my hair and forcibly tilting my head back until he can see my face.
Then he silences me with his mouth, a few chaste kisses that derail my meltdown over bond-raping my vampire. If I had known my magic would mate us—a vampire who isn’t destined to be my soulmate—I never would have let this happen. Wants and needs be damned. I stole his chance at choosing a mate for himself.
“Mihi mate,” Axel coos, tears of blood leaving a pink trail down his flushed cheeks. “Cor meum, mihi mate. You’ve made me so happy choosing me.”
“But…” My bottom lip trembles as the fight to flee leaves me. Doesn’t he understand what I’ve done?
“But nothing, mihi mate. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were it for me. And this,” he floods our new-found bond with elation and love, “only solidifies it.”
A phone ringing from the direction of his discarded jeans breaks the tension of the terse moment, giving me a chance to wipe away the tears on my cheeks. It rings and rings before stopping and going to voicemail. But then, almost immediately, it starts right back up again.
“And that would be your demigod and my best friend. Either ready to congratulate us or try to kill me.” He shrugs a shoulder with a fangy grin. “Could go either way.”
I huff a watery laugh, knowing he’s right. But no matter how happy Axel is over our impromptu mating, my emotions are in turmoil, and I’m sure Luka is picking up on every single one of them.
“Are you going to pick it up?” I murmur, wincing as it starts up once again.
“Nope. I’m going to run you a bubble bath, clean your body thoroughly with my tongue, and then spend the rest of the night dirtying you up again.” My sore pussy flutters around his still-hard cock, making him groan. “Mmmm, such a dirty girl.”
“And what if Luka shows up here?” I just have to ask.
“He can either watch, join, or get the fuck out.”
Much to Axel’s absolute delight, Luka, in fact, does not show up at his house the rest of the night, leaving him ample time to explore every inch of my body well into the early morning hours and proving how much he really does want this bond between us, clearing any lingering doubts I may have had.