Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
Daphne
Andri cuts swiftly through the parade crowd, through the swirling snow, and carries me back to his truck.
He sets me in the passenger side with a kiss on the forehead.
He’s still trembling, despite his tenderness.
The drive to the motel is quiet, but it’s the good kind.
Somehow the idea of riding the gondola back home seems too much, and we just want to find the quickest way to be alone together.
My hand stays clasped to his over the shifter.
Andri’s blue thumb strokes mine as if the feeling grounds him.
We book a room, the last in the building, and the door clicks closed behind us with a soft sense of relief.
I shrug off my coat and kick my snow-covered boots onto the floor.
He stands there, breathing like he’s bracing himself for an avalanche.
His eyes find mine, deep brown, rattled, and beautiful.
“You’ve made me so happy Daphne,” he whispers, “but I need to tell you something, and I don’t want to scare you.”
I step to him, my hands resting on his chest where his inhuman warmth thrums steadily.
“Tell me.”
His throat works, bobbing with nervousness. “I don’t have any other snowpeople I can ask about this, and I don’t know what’s happening to me, but there’s something my body has been begging me to do…like an instinct.”
My heart stops. “What do you mean?”
Andri scrubs a hand over his face, shaking it slightly as his palm leaves his chin.
“When you kissed me…when you said you loved me, I knew you were mine and I was yours.”
“Always,” I tell him, grabbing his hand.
His pulse beats faster, hotter than even just before.
“I have an overwhelming urge, an urge to…” He stops, his mouth drawn into a tight frown. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, just tell me.” My breath sticks in my throat.
“I just…there’s no one to ask, no snowman to teach me what to do when I fall in love with someone so much that it aches.”
I hate to see him in pain like this.
“Then tell me, we can figure it out together.” I squeeze his fingers for reassurance. He’s been nothing but patient with me, and I can only offer him the same.
“I keep looking, and thinking about, your neck.”
My heart skips a beat. “My neck?”
He nods, mortified. “The way the light hits your skin, the warm throbbing of your pulse, it calls to me. I want to…” He cuts himself off, ashamed. “I don’t know why, I’ve never felt anything like it. But the urge is so strong that I feel like I’ll break apart soon if I don’t do it.”
I breathe, lifting his chin so he has to meet my gaze. “Do you want to bite me?”
He lets out a low, agonized grunt. “Yes—but I don’t know what it means. And I don’t want you scared or hurt…I don’t want to be a monster.”
“You’ll never be a monster to me, you’re the man I love.”
He leans in, forehead dropping against my shoulder, like I’m the only solid thing in the world.
“I wish I could ask someone like me what this all meant,” he murmurs.
I kiss his cheek, trying to push some of my reassurance through my lips to his skin. He melts against me.
“I trust you completely. If this is instinct, let's not second-guess it.”
“Are you sure?” he mutters. “I don’t know what will happen.”
“I could never be afraid of you. If this is what you need, let’s try it… I’m not scared.”
“I am,” he says as he scoops me up and places me gently on the bed before caging me between his arms. I grab one of his horns, anchoring us together. I don’t say anything else, but guide him down, putting his mouth against the sensitive skin of my neck.
He stills, his mouth slightly open.
“Andri, I want you to bite me,” I whisper gently.
His warm breaths fan over my skin, and then his teeth sink in right above my collarbone.
Colors explode behind my pupils.
A shock of sweetness floods my tastebuds, and a bolt of electricity rushes through me. My back arches against the bed, and my hands tear at the sheets. A cry escapes my lips, not from pain, but pleasure. Every nerve in my body sings.
Andri jerks back, startled, his moan against my muffled skin makes it clear to me that the same feeling rushes through him as well.
When I look at him, his eyes are blown wide, pupils huge, and he’s panting.
“What the hell is that?” He licks the trickling blood from my chest. He thrusts against me, and I can feel the hard bulge straining against his shorts.
Dazed and euphoric, I lift my hand and run a finger gently across the mark he’s made. It's hot, like his body, and it feels like he’s given me some piece of himself.
We're linked now, more than ever before.
“I think,” I say, completely out of breath, “that was something new.”
He lets out a half-disbelieving, half-giddy laugh. He kisses up my neck and peppers my face with his lips.
“I can feel you, I can feel every part of you,” he says as he runs his hands down my body, finding the hem of my sweater and lifting it quickly over my head. He tosses the knit garment onto the floor before burying his face between my breasts.
I can feel myself getting wet from his touch. I clench my inner walls as he slides the cup of my bra down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. There’s a rush of wetness between my thighs. It’s a lot…too much.
I push him up, confused, and unbutton my pants, sliding them down over my hips. He pulls them off the rest of the way. When I touch the fabric of my panties, it drips.
“What the hell?”
Andri leans down between my legs and inhales. His eyes roll back in his head.
“You smell amazing,” he huffs as he pulls my underwear down. There’s an honest to god cheese pull with the excess of lubrication as he rips them off of me.
“Is this normal?” I ask as he slides a palm up and over the thick slick that has poured out of me. But I’m quickly lost, bucking against him as the heel of his palm finds my clit.
“I think…it must be,” he says as he licks the sides of my pussy. “It tastes so good—I think you made this for me, for us.” He takes one finger, sliding it smoothly inside me. There’s almost no friction.
“Oh my god,” I groan as he puts his mouth over the apex of my sex and sucks.
He adds another finger and then quickly a third. It stretches me, but I don’t feel the sting. That’s when it hits me, with his tongue lapping against my most sensitive part.
“This is for us,” I moan. “To help us fit together.”
Andri snaps his head up, face shining.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, the desperation almost endearing.
“I want all of you.” I grab him by the shoulders, pulling him over me.
“I love you so much, it hurts,” he tells me as he notches his big, beautiful, glittering cock at my entrance. “But you’ll tell me if I hurt you.”
I nod, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me up in that moment.
He slides in, and there is a slight sting. It’s not like before. His fat cock finds its way home easily, and he’s buried deep.
But if it isn’t bliss to feel him. I squeeze my muscles around him, and he shudders.
“You’re so tight,” he groans. “I don’t know if I’ll last long.”
My snowman is biting his lip, as if he’s trying to hold back the inevitable release of his minty cum.
“Then don’t,” I whisper. “What’s it matter when we’ve got the rest of our lives to take our time…give me what you need to.”
He kisses my brow and starts to move. At first, it’s slow and gentle, but soon he picks up his pace. He’s sliding into me, the slick gathering around my entrance and dripping off his shaft. His thumb finds the spot between us, and he fucks me as he works my clit. I know I’m not far behind him.
His movements become erratic, and concentration tightens on his face as he tries to hold out.
“Andri, I want you to come,” I mutter to the top of his head. “Fill me up.”
And as if my permission is all he needed, he breaks.
“Damn,” he breathes, his eyes wide, filled with something primal and unrestrained. The sight of him is hypnotizing, like he’s letting out some beast he tries to keep at bay inside of him.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to say, my voice thick, barely above a whisper.
The pace quickens, raw and unrefined, driven by a need we can’t control. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, messy and real, like a chaotic dance of desperation. The slick that weeps from me, for him, for whatever bond we’ve just forged with his bite.
I squeeze around him, feeling him swell inside me, and he groans, the sound echoed by my own cries of pleasure.
“God, you’re so tight,” he gasps, the desperation in his voice making my heart race. “I can’t—”
“Just—please—more,” I urge, desperate for him to lose himself in me, to lose control.
With a low growl, he breaks, his release flooding inside me, warmth spreading through my core. “I love you,” he breathes, still moving as he rides out his high.
There’s a rush inside me, and his cum tingles as he fucks it deeper into me.
“I love you, so much,” he groans, still rolling my clit as he quakes.
I yelp, my system flooded with too many endorphins, and we both collapse against each other. Lost in pleasure, he stays inside me until he goes limp.
As he slides out, I can feel the pleasant tingle of his cum as it drips out of me.
Andri rolls to the side, breaths coming in sharp and uneven. I wrap my arm around him and snuggle close.
“Still scared?” I whisper.
“Never, not with you.”