Chapter 12 #3
We went through the door at the very end, and I knew there wouldn’t be any errant tools to tumble and break the mood.
The room was pristine, with a long, built-in closet all around one side, a bed on the right half of the room, while the other had a gorgeous skylight that revealed dozens upon dozens of stars in the endless depths of the night sky.
Below it was a recliner that looked comfortable, an ottoman, and two overloaded bookshelves. If I was nocturnal, that would be the perfect reading spot.
“Not to be personal, but why do you have a bed? Don’t you, like…”
“Sleep in a coffin? I do, when I need to sleep deeply, and when I’m injured it can speed up recovery. I prefer being under the stars whenever I can. Reminds me of home.”
That was sweet, but I didn’t really get a chance to discuss it further, because suddenly I was being picked up and kissed again.
Not that I was complaining. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I liked being thrown around and manhandled.
Not by anyone, mind you. But by those I trusted and gave permission? It was definitely hot.
“I want you,” I whispered as his lips claimed mine once more. I was already addicted to making out with him, which was a slightly silly thing to say in my mid-thirties, but whatever. I was drunk on the passion. On everything I was feeling.
“As I want you,” he practically hissed as I finally fully got that shirt off him and raked my nails down his back.
His flesh was strange beneath my fingers but not unwelcome.
It gave as one would expect, but there was a slight resistance to it, a firmness that spoke of something a little to the left of the natural order.
But instead of being a turn-off, it enticed me that much more—as did everything about the gentleman in front of me.
Well, gentle outside of the bedroom, because as he threw me down onto the bed, it became clear to me that he didn’t intend to treat me like glass.
And I was fucking living for it.
“Wanna taste you,” he said, kneeling on the floor where my ankles were only just hanging off the bed. “Need to.”
Holy shit, that had no right to make my entire body light up like it did, but every cell jolted with a shot of excitement. Molten magma pooled in my belly while my heart went a mile a minute. Yet somehow, it wasn’t painful. It just made me…
Greedy.
But when nothing happened for a moment, confusion lanced through me. It wasn’t until I looked down the curves of my body to see those amethyst eyes of his reflecting the quicksilver shine of the moon that I realized he was waiting for permission.
Of course, the vampire needs permission before he can come inside.
I supposed that went right down to his tongue as well.
“Please,” I begged, thumbs already hooking into the sides of my underwear as I lifted my hips.
“Please what?”
I didn’t have to look down again to know he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Or rather, a pussy-eating grin, I supposed. “Please show me exactly how badly you want to eat me alive.”
I was playing with fire, and I was enjoying the hell out of it. Although I only knew general stuff about vampires, I was acutely aware of their need to feed. Some part of him—a wild part—wanted to devour me, but I knew I was safe with Rowan, so was it so crazy to tap into that just a little?
Potentially. It would be safer to avoid any ideas remotely close to consuming my blood, but where was the fun in that? Besides, well-behaved women rarely made history—or had mind-blowing orgasms.
“Fuck, Naomi. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
His voice was the perfect mix of being completely wrecked with all the threat of an apex predator, and those goosebumps spread even farther along my body.
He pulled my underwear off and tossed the fabric over his shoulder.
His grip on me bordered on painful in the most hedonistic, scrumptious way as he parted my thighs and placed one leg on his shoulder while he held the other in place.
“I want you to scream my name when you come on my face, understood?”
God, the authority in his voice. It wasn’t macho or anything, just natural.
That was the only way I could describe it.
Just like an avalanche rolling down a mountain or a tsunami hitting the shore, there was an inevitability behind it.
A calm and quiet absolution that I was more than happy to go along with.
There was just one thing.
“Rowan?”
He paused. Because of course he did. Because no matter how much the two of us were lost in our passion, our lust, he wanted to make sure I was fully on board, no matter what. “Yes?”
“Mind the teeth, please.”
He flashed me a truly wicked, completely unrepentant smirk, then leaned down to place a kiss right beneath my belly button.
“I will do my best.”
And boy, did he.
Although it started with a kiss, it wasn’t long before his face was against me, tongue gliding up and along me, just grazing past my clit but never putting direct pressure on it.
When I subconsciously tried to buck against his mouth, he increased the pressure on my thigh, and I nearly came just from that.
“Be patient,” he murmured, nipping his way down one thigh and up the other. It wasn’t enough to hurt, to break the surface of my skin, it was enough for me to feel the sharp drag of his fangs.
That probably wasn’t a sensation every human would like, but for me, a wolf shifter, it was absolutely it.
I loved the thrill of it. The slight hint of danger coupled with the assurance that Rowan would never hurt me.
And then there was the illicit undertones of being so desirable, so needed, that the vampire feasting on me could barely keep the predator within him in check.
Yeah, definitely hot.
“Rowan—” I started, but who the fuck knew what I was going to say because his tongue slid right over my clit, and all my muscles clenched down fiercely. God, it felt so good.
“Yes?” he murmured once he broke away and I whined at the loss of his mouth.
“N-nothing,” I stammered. “Just… please.”
“Of course, whatever you want.”
Goddamn!
I reached down desperately, trying to find an anchor, but not wanting to rip Rowan’s hair. It turned out my concern was for naught, however, as he caught my beseeching fingers and placed them right into his thick, white tresses.
The message was loud and clear as I buried my hand into his hair to hold on for dear life. And believe you me, I needed the anchor, because the way he was eating me out had me in danger of levitating right off the mattress.
Between his tongue, sliding thick and warm against me, his lips as they kissed here, lingered there, he was teasing me into a whimpering puddle of want.
Those long, elegant fingers I’d eyed so many times slowly slid into me—first one, then two—crooking perfectly to stroke at something inside me that made my hips buck that much harder into his mouth.
It was too much, too much! And yet at the same time, not enough. My entire being seemed to be rapidly hurtling toward an exclamation point of ecstasy, and the approaching deluge was as intimidating as it was desired.
“Rowan,” I chanted, my own personal gospel, as my hips began to grind rhythmically against his face, against that devilishly clever tongue.
But then I caught what I was doing and hesitated, fearing I was being rude or I could have even injured the man.
I’d heard the occasional anecdote about a woman’s thighs clamping too hard around a head or her pelvic bone breaking her partner’s nose.
His other hand slid under my ass and yanked me harder against his mouth.
All right, point taken.
I fully surrendered myself to the experience. And with that decision, the dam that I’d been mentally butting up against burst, and I was hit with an orgasm so hard that I bowed off the silken sheets beneath me.
“Rowan!” I screamed, the world bouncing away from me and sending me into a spiraling dimension where there was nothing but undiluted pleasure. The force of it was breathtaking, mind-numbing, everything, and Rowan was still feasting on me.
It was enough to make my good sense leave me while the rest of my senses went into overdrive. Before my spine could even un-arch from my climax, I knew I could get addicted to the sheer bliss of this.
When I finally collapsed onto the mattress, I was breathing hard and shivering with aftershocks.
Holy fuck. I never even knew I could come like that.
I was sure his neighbors were typing up a formal complaint.
I looked at the vampire in wonder, and I swore he was literally glowing like a celestial being as he crawled up my body.
Everything was still a bit hazy around the edges, blending together like an impressionistic painting rather than being coated in the hard line of the everyday. But despite that, I knew I wanted Rowan to kiss me.
And thankfully, he did.
He tasted delightfully of me and him, salty and far wetter than I realized. Was that all me? It had to be, right?
That also was hotter than I expected. Which was probably why the flames started to lick up higher within me, always hungry, always craving, and I looked up into Rowan’s jeweled gaze to speak with all the honesty I could.
“Rowan, I need you inside me. Now.”