Chapter 16 Naomi
SIXTEEN
NAOMI
Save a Horse, Fuck a Vampire
I felt like I was high.
Granted, I’d never been more than a little buzzed in my entire life, only able to achieve that much because my latent shifter metabolism wasn’t as speedy as someone with an animal form. But this felt like what my non-shifter acquaintances had described almost perfectly, minus the dry mouth.
And it turned out that when I was high, I was fucking horny.
Though, the word wasn’t an accurate descriptor for the absolute furor burning through me. It was hunger that went beyond what I experienced when I was ovulating, lust and fondness so thick in my head there wasn’t room for much else.
Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like I was about to write a dissertation. No, hopefully I was about to be dicked down so good that my body would forget I’d just had a considerable amount of fuel drained from it.
“You’re a vision,” Rowan growled, his hands stroking up my leggings.
I wished I’d had the foresight to wear a sundress, so he’d be pressed against my panties as I grinded against him.
“I’ve traveled across deserts and mountains, across entire oceans to see masterpieces beyond words, but none of them compare to you.”
My eyes nearly rolled back into my head, Rowan’s praise like a physical touch. While he was all sonnets and temptation, I was the wild, and I loved the juxtaposition of our edges.
And speaking of edging…
I reached between my legs and ripped the crotch of my leggings. I had enough leggings anyway.
“Fuck,” Rowan rumbled. God, I loved it when he swore.
It made me feel impossibly sexy, like I had compelled such a proper and well-spoken man into a more baser form just from my sexual magnetism.
A little dramatic, but if it made me feel desirable enough to hop up on top of him when absolutely nobody looked good from the under-the-chin angle, then I was all for it.
“Let me see you, baby. Let me see all of you.”
That was a good idea, and I was all on board, but first, we needed to deal with the fact that his stupid pants were still in my way.
However, since I had my entire wardrobe available and he did not, I didn’t rip his like I had mine.
I pulled out his belt, perhaps a bit more harshly than I should have, and might have damaged his zipper in my rush to lower it.
Oh well, it wasn’t anything that would make it unwearable or risk a public indecency charge.
When I’d finally freed his thick cock, I settled over it, aligning him so I could slide up and down his length in the perfect tease.
I was so used to him being cold, especially against my own elevated temperature, but with my blood partially drained and in him, he was surprisingly warm against me, creating an even more delicious sensation along his impossibly smooth skin.
“Good,” I hissed before remembering that full sentences are usually required to get an actual idea across. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you, Naomi. Keep moving your hips just like that for me.” His hands slid up my thighs to grip my backside, his nails digging in perfectly. “Take your pleasure. Use my cock to make yourself feel good. You deserve it. You deserve all of it.”
It wasn’t words I was used to hearing, but as he chanted them, I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.
I was wild and in touch with the primal side that I’d always been a bit disconnected from.
But now, I was closer than ever to my non-existent wolf, closer than ever to whatever I was that needed no specific definition.
It was just me. Words from others didn’t matter. Naomi did.
And so did Rowan.
I reveled in the friction as the veins along his length moved against my clit as I shifted back and forth. My knees weren’t happy, but I was over thirty, so when were they? To me, the effort was more than worth it.
However, I was far too dressed.
I ripped my tunic over my head so fast, I was sure I’d stretched out the collar or popped the seam.
Again, I did not care in the slightest. Maybe Future Naomi would mourn a tunic that was actually the right length for her, but I didn’t know her yet and wasn’t really concerned about her problems. The only thing that mattered was me, the man beneath me, and the sensations we were creating together.
“Gorgeous,” Rowan breathed as soon as my upper body was revealed, and his hands slowly, sensually slid up my back, applying pressure in all the right places. I wanted him to touch all of me, so I hastily flung my bra away.
My nipples pebbled almost instantly, exposed to the cool air of my apartment, but then Rowan’s warm tongue flicked against one, and his elegant fingers worked at the other, making my steady gliding lose its rhythm and my gyrating become more furtive as pleasure overtook me.
Every cell in my body felt like it was dipped in honey and surrounded by astronomical levels of decadence that no mortal should be able to experience and survive.
And yet I was experiencing it, and I wasn’t just surviving, I was thriving.
“Rowan,” I gasped, leaning into his mouth, his touch, and the change in angle had that sensitive bundle of nerves lighting up in all new ways.
He wasn’t even inside me yet, and while a good part of me was definitely screaming that I needed to be filled, I couldn’t stop the escalation of my movements.
I was being launched higher and higher into a plane of ecstasy I hadn’t been aware of, and I didn’t think I had the mental fortitude to stop that ascension to change our position.
So, I kept grinding. Kept grinding, while Rowan toyed with my nipples, occasionally bucking his hips up to meet mine and give the most delectable jolt to my senses.
I had read about vampire glamours and feeding euphoria online, and in my opinion, everyone had really sold the entire thing short.
It was hard to believe I could have an entire lifetime of such bliss right at my fingertips.
Although I hadn’t known it at the time, I was now absolutely certain that Rowan was more than worth the wait in every sense of the word.
“Like that, fuck, like that,” I pleaded, as my orgasm inched ever closer.
It was the siren’s song that somehow grew deeper, more compelling, and yet I couldn’t quite find the rock she was beckoning me to.
As thrilling as it was frustrating. My heart pounded in my chest and strangely enough, also in my pussy.
“Naomi, wait!”
The next thing I knew, an impossibly warm and sticky sensation drenched me. The feel of it spiked my arousal that much more, and I instinctually ground down a little before Rowan’s hand left my chest and gripped my arms to hold me still.
“It’s just a little oversensitive for a moment,” he murmured, his pupils so big that his eyes looked nearly fully black. No wonder vampires were occasionally mistaken for demons. And yet I wasn’t horrified. No, if anything, I was more attracted to him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose it so soon,” he said, blushing.
God, it looked so good on him. It was crazy to think that was actually me inside him, giving him the blood and sustenance that he needed to be his powerful self.
But also, it made me marvel at how well he got on with what was essentially a starvation diet.
He had incredible willpower.
However, that wasn’t what came out of my mouth.
“I was so close...” I said, instantly embarrassed at sounding like a petulant brat.
“There’s no reason for you not to finish,” Rowan said before wiping his face with his shirt. “Come, sit.”
“I am sitting,” I argued as my brain struggled to slide back to normal thinking. The lust driving me was fighting it tooth and claw to stay in the luxury. “Well, straddling, but you know...”
“No, Naomi, my sweetest.” He gestured to his face. “Up here.”
Now it was my turn to blush, and I stared down at him with shock and more than a fair bit of attraction.
I would be lying if I didn’t admit I’d thought about such things a few times in my life, but I’d been intimidated by it after hearing about thick women hurting their partner’s neck or breaking their nose.
Also, I never really felt like I got to that level of trust with any of the men or mascs I’d hooked up with.
Still, an invitation was an invitation, and it would be rude to refuse it, right?
So with perhaps a little less grace than I would have liked, I knee-walked my way up his body until my muscular thighs bracketed his handsome face.
While his skin was still translucent and without melanin, the increase of my blood within him had him glowing, and those gemstone eyes of his were more intense than they had ever been.
I found it attractive but also binding. I was quite literally inside him.
It was so incredibly… romantic? Erotic? Kinky?
Yes. All of that.
“Go ahead and sit,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around my thighs and his fingers digging in perfectly.
“I promise I’ll be fine.” He sent me a grin like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth despite the filthy things he was saying.
“There are benefits to having a boyfriend who doesn’t need to breathe. ”
He had a point there.
After another moment of hyping myself up, I lowered myself onto his face, and Rowan got to work.
Granted, he sure didn’t act like it was work at all.
I didn’t have the wherewithal to wax poetically about his oral skills, but that was because I was flitting between moaning, begging for more, and holding my breath.
It didn’t make sense that it was just a tongue down there. Or a mouth. But maybe that was just because every single nerve ending in me was so fried from the emotional and adrenal rollercoaster, so fried from the pleasure.
Perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising, but with how close I’d been to orgasming, I wasn’t exactly perched for a marathon.
Between the movements of his mouth, the rumbles from his chest I could feel vibrating through me, the way his fingers bit into me and his fangs did not, I was a goner before long.
It started as a flutter in my belly, and I had to fight not to clamp my thighs on either side of Rowan’s head. But then the knowledge that he probably would be just fine as a vampire who’d recently fed had me letting go of that control and allowing my body to react.
And fuck, did it react.
“Rowan!” I screamed so loudly, my neighbors definitely would have heard it. Was there such a thing as an apology cake for having mind-numbing sex? If so, I needed to put in an order with a local bakery ASAP.
“Rowan, Rowan, Rowan!”
He mumbled unintelligibly against my clit, but I had a feeling he thought he was being clever. Whether he was or not, I couldn’t say, because my soul was leaving my body at the same time as every single muscle in me was clamping down with all I had.
Every swear word and jubilant adjective I knew blasted through my mind at the same time, making a discordant cacophony that was perfect throughout my brain. It was a supernova of bliss unparalleled, and hey, maybe I was a little capable of poetry.
Mentally, at least.
When my spirit was finally reunited with my mortal coil and I could freakin’ breathe again, I gasped so raggedly it sounded like I had run a marathon rather than my short jaunt on my dashingly handsome throne.
It was all I could do to keep upright, and I wasn’t too proud to admit that I wobbled. Rowan’s strong hands instantly came up to steady me. Once I didn’t feel like I was going to pitch right over my center of gravity, I scooted back onto Rowan’s chest and found my actual words again.
“Do… you want… me to get… you… a towel?” I panted, not at all embarrassed at how wrecked I was. Especially when Rowan was practically gloating, face shiny and looking quite pleased with himself.
“Won’t be necessary.”
I paused, wondering if maybe he wanted to wear my slick the entire night (fucking hot, btw), before his self-satisfied grin turned crooked, and he pointed down his body with a hungry look in his eyes.
Gazing over my shoulder, I saw that not only was his erection back, standing at full mast and ready for me, but it somehow looked thicker than before, veins thick along the alabaster sides.
“Is that, uh, normal?” I asked, swallowing hard. It had only been minutes since he’d come all over my stomach.
“Hardly,” he said, gently gripping my chin and turning me back to face him, then pulling me down into a kiss. It was sticky, but not uncomfortably cool like I thought it would be. “I think, perhaps, your shifter blood is having some… interesting effects on me.”
“Are you trying to tell me that my latent shifter blood is acting like magical Viagra?”
“More or less.”
“The more you know.” I shook my head, resisting the urge to laugh. “Incredible.”
But then both of his hands were holding my face and that almost-possessed gaze bored into me.
“Yes. You are.”
Fuck, it really wasn’t fair when he looked at me like that. Not that I really wanted him to be fair, though. Leaning down, I kissed him again. I didn’t resist when he flipped our positions so he was on top.
It seemed our night was just beginning.
More than fine by me.