Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
ROWAN
Equivocal Exaltation
I was dreaming.
I had to be.
That was the only conclusion I could come to as I looked down at the goddess spread out below me.
Had I really thought I could live without something like this for my long existence? I was an idiot. Because now that I was bracketed between Naomi’s deliciously thick, muscled, but also soft thighs, I felt more complete than I had in a long time.
She looked like blasphemy and revelation below me, body flushed, chest heaving, those pink nipples of hers pebbled and begging for my mouth.
She straddled the lines between divinity and damnation, and I honestly didn’t care if I fell to one side or the other as long as I was able to worship at her altar.
Everything about her was driving me mad, lifting me higher, and showing me just how much I had been missing chasing those who never wanted me.
Perhaps a little bit of a grandiose thing to say with her only being in my bed for a few minutes, but my entire worldview had shifted, and abruptly it was all just a little bit… more.
“Rowan, I need you inside me. Now.”
Was it a command? A plea? A bargain? Maybe it was all of that and none of it at once.
All I knew was that with the way Naomi was staring at me through those half-lidded, jade-green eyes, the way her mouth was somewhat open for her words to escape, lips puffy from how hard we’d kissed earlier, there was no way I could refuse.
I had indeed planned on teasing her a bit more, kissing my way all over her body and making her come on my face again, because what a symphony that had been, but now I couldn’t wait.
I liked to think of myself as a patient man—after all, I was over a hundred years old—but none of that was present in my mind now.
No, there was only Naomi and my all-encompassing craving for her.
“You tell me if you need to stop,” I rasped, knowing my fangs were fully out and not having to care.
We were both pretty silly to have thought either of our charades could have gone on for much longer, but damn if I wasn’t happy that we at least tried.
The thought that there was another timeline where I never got to see Naomi’s tan painted delectably across her curves and muscles, was a tragedy I didn’t even want to contemplate.
“That’s the thing,” Naomi answered before yanking me down to her in another kiss, and fuck, if the softness of her body wasn’t nearly orgasmic all on its own.
Except no, I wasn’t going to pop my top that quickly. While I also liked to think of myself as a rather humble vampire, there were certain things that my ego couldn’t recover from. Even though I was a member of the undead community, I was also a man.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Naomi finished, sounding intoxicated. I hadn’t been able to get drunk ever since I’d been reborn, but her words reminded me exactly what it felt like.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I murmured, kissing down the side of her face while I undid my pants with my free hand.
Desire and a feral craving for carnage was flowing through me so strongly, it was almost like I’d been turned all over again.
But instead of the urge for violence and blood—so much blood—what I wanted was to take, to claim, to possess.
To defile, debauch, devour until our lived experience was delineated by before Naomi fell into my bed and then after.
“Fuck being careful!”
My thoughts exactly.
I already knew how wet she was, but when I finally pulled myself free from my briefs to slide my head along her slick folds, I couldn’t help the groan that punched its way out of my throat.
If Naomi’s hands were a bonfire to my cool skin, that gorgeous, pink, swollen pussy of hers was a legitimate inferno.
It had been like a volcano along my tongue, her arousal the most welcome lava, and my entire mind was focused on how that same blaze would feel along my cock.
“Are you ready?” I murmured, sliding it along a few more times. I didn’t know if I was teasing her more than myself, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure was already so strong, it was making my fangs ache.
Bury them in her throat and DRINK!
I ignored that instinct. Part of me lusted for that above all else, but it was easy to suppress.
One, because I would never drain anyone without explicit consent.
Two, because the thought of draining her dry and leaving her as a husk somewhere made me physically ill.
I’d walk into the sun before I’d let harm come to Naomi, let alone harm her directly myself.
Fuck, I needed her.
“I’m ready. Please, please, no more waiting.”
No argument on my part. I wasn’t even sure if I even could wait much longer.
Gripping myself, I finally slid the head of my cock against her entrance.
At some point, if I was lucky enough to have this again, I would have to tie her wrists with silk scarves to my headboard, blindfold her, then eat her out until she was physically incapable of coming again without taking a solid nap.
And then I’d draw her a hot bath, rub her feet, shoulders, or whatever else she needed, then do it all over again once she was recovered.
But that was a matter for another day.
Slowly, achingly slowly, I slid into her.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Even though I’d already felt her on my tongue and fingers, the incredible heat of her still stole my breath, which I hadn’t thought was possible anymore. I actually had to pause and collect myself. The velvet, silken press of her walls around me was nearly my undoing.
“So tight…” I hissed.
The whimper that escaped the beauty below me made my cock throb. My feral, baser instincts were rising higher and higher. Not to feed, but to rut. To fuck. To let loose and leave civility at the door.
Naomi cupped my cheek with one hand while the other raked down my front.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” she murmured, still looking at me with enough heat to match the feel of her around me. “I’m a shifter. I can take it.”
But despite the instincts and hedonism trying to take over my mind, concern for her still bloomed. “Are you sure?”
She kissed me hard, before looking me dead in the eyes.
“I promise, I will tell you the moment anything is too much. But I want you so deep inside of me that I can taste you on the back of my tongue, and it feels like I might crack in two if you make me wait any longer. I’m not made of glass, I won’t break. ”
I trusted Naomi. Other than the human ruse we’d both tried to pull on each other, she’d only ever been honest with me. So, if she said she could take it, that I could let go and lean into the wicked and wild parts of me, then what reason did I have not to believe her?
That banished the rest of my doubts, and I thrust into her. Filling her. Plundering her. Whiting out my mind from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
Once I was fully buried inside her, I stopped to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by her.
Naomi squirmed beneath me. Although there was no pain written on her features, only bliss, I got the impression from the way her walls fluttered around my cock that she was trying to adjust, trying to accept the stretch of me.
I loved knowing her body had to work to accommodate me.
I wasn’t monstrously sized, but I had learned in my travels that I was above average.
It was one of the reasons I had gotten so adept at making my partner climax before I did, as often I wasn’t going to get anywhere unless they’d already had an orgasm or two to loosen things up.
“God, Naomi, you feel so fucking good.”
Not the most eloquent of phrases, but it was true. And it remained true as I pulled out slightly, then thrust all the way back in again, flexing my hips to get deeper. The gasp that escaped her was more than worth it.
“More!” That word punched through my soul, a manifesto in a single syllable. “More, more, more, moremoreMORE!”
Her chorus, her benediction, eradicated the tiniest threads of caution I had left.
I pounded into her, completely enraptured as her body bounced with each thrust, those perfect breasts of hers hypnotic in their dance, as well as her soft belly and the thick breadth of her thighs.
Those supple hips of hers begged to be touched, and I dug my fingers into her silky skin.
Naomi only seemed to be more than appreciative of the move, her back arching up off the bed to give me a better hold on her as I fucked her.
She was art. A masterpiece upon a masterpiece wrapped in a magnum opus coated in rapture.
How someone like her could exist was beyond me, but I was more than grateful for being allowed in her presence.
Sounds of pleasure and skin slapping against skin filled the room, but I relished it all. I was a starving and dehydrated man suddenly faced with an oasis, and I wanted to fulfill our needs so thoroughly that we’d never want for anything ever again.
Except I also knew that was impossible, because I could never stop wanting Naomi. I’d never expected something like this to happen when I first met her, but I never wanted to let it go.
Ever.
My own orgasm tried to overtake me almost immediately, and there was only so long I could stay ahead of the surge. But I needed to feel Naomi clamp down around me before I erupted.
Gripping her hips harder, I shifted us slightly so I could get deeper. The head of my cock brushed against that perfect spot I knew would make her shudder.
“Fuck, Rowan!”
Bullseye. When I was sure she was lost to the feelings and sensation, I lowered my head and finally caught one of those perfect, pink nipples in my mouth.
The moan she let out was just as perfect.
God, I loved every sound she made.
I swirled my tongue around it, and even gently grazed my fangs against the sensitive bud. And that, along with the changed angle, seemed to be the code to unlock exactly what I was seeking.
“Oh my god, Rowan! Rowan!”