27. Cyan
Chapter 27
Cyan
I didn’t move an inch. Tavi’s breaths ghosted over my lips, her pulse elevating steadily and pounding in time with mine. My fangs ached as she drew closer, the nearness of her, the safety of her calling to me more than any lust-based impulses.
Her kiss came hesitantly at first, a shy brushing of lips with barely any pressure. I remained still, not moving even when her mouth grazed my left fang. Only when her tongue darted out to trace it, gliding up the length until the extended tooth disappeared under my lip did I allow myself to tug at her plump lower lip.
Tavi let out a sharp inhale of breath that shuddered through her, and then all shyness was gone. She was in my lap, on the floor with me, arms around my neck and kissing me like she needed me to breathe. If that were ever truly the case, then I would always be her air.
I eased back, giving her enough room to straddle me before I plundered her mouth with the same ferocity. Only the shafts of my fangs touched her mouth, not the points. The last thing she needed was for me to take anything from her now. I needed to give. Give her comfort, air, orgasms, anything and all she desired.
On that thought, Tavi’s plea came in the rushed, ragged breaths between each kiss. “Take my blood,” she said. “Drink from me.”
She spoke to my most base instincts with those words. My fangs ached with the pulse of her racing heart. It didn’t matter that I was still satiated from the last time I fed from her. Just the offer, the willingness, made my thirst come alive.
My desire to give in wasn’t for sustenance or even her taste. There was simply no closer physical connection between blood mates than my fangs inside her and her flavor pouring over my tongue. Only being inside her at the same time would bring us closer together.
But my desires mattered none right now.
“No.” I nipped at her with my blunt teeth, careful to keep my fangs away. “You’ve lost blood from the attack. You still need to heal.”
“Please, Cyan.” Her begging was sweet on my lips, and I knew she was craving that blood mate connection too.
We had turned a new page, made it to this new place of trust and openness after overcoming obstacles both in our minds and in the physical world. What better way to seal this new era of our lives than with blood?
But it could wait.
“If I feed on you, I could slow your recovery.” I wrapped a hand around her nape, applying gentle pressure to the pulses on the sides of her neck. “I’m taking proper care of you now and I won’t be fucking around with your health.”
“Just take a little?” she pressed. “It feels so good when you do it.”
“Tavi,” I growled. My pulse pounded everywhere—my chest, my fangs, my cock.
“Yes, Cy?” A wicked smile twitched on her lips. Oh, the little tease.
Before she could blink, I pressed up from the floor and had her stretched out on the bed with each hand pinned next to her head. Her chest heaved with each breath and the pulse fluttered in her neck so sweetly. When I lowered down, it was all I could do to keep my face hovered above hers and not pressed against that sweet vein.
“Be good for me,” I said, injecting as much sternness as I could muster. “Or I’ll keep you on the brink of orgasm for days . That first time was just a small taste of what I’m capable of.”
Tavi flushed. Her teeth sank into her lower lip and she writhed underneath me like my warning turned her on rather than struck any kind of fear in her. Fuck, she owned me and she damn well knew it.
“How about just a small taste of me?” Her chin lifted, baring to me the long, beautiful column of her throat.
I lowered and kissed her with a groan, relishing in the softness of her lips and the pulsing of her blood through them as well.
“You’re my fate.” The lengths of my fangs pressed and dragged over her lips as I kissed her. “I can never have just a taste of you. I will devour you.”
Clothes came off in an impatient rush, discarded to the dark corners of the room, maybe shoved between the bed and the wall, I didn’t know or care. All that mattered was my naked, breathtaking blood mate. She was hurt, exhausted, anxious to see her friend alive. And she needed me to take some of that away.
I re-pinned her hands in place, pressing her down into the well-worn mattress with another searing kiss. This bed wasn’t as comfortable as mine, but I’d make sure she slept like the dead when I was done with her.
Eventually I had to release her and bring my hands under her, around her back. Our skin sliding together made the most incredible friction. Every point of contact needed to be more. I needed to touch and acknowledge and worship every square inch of her.
Skin on skin was the most exquisite feeling. Tavi was soft and warm everywhere, from her lips to her leg hooking around my hip. A sudden realization brought on a huff of laughter, muffled by my mouth against her shoulder.
“What’s funny?” Tavi nipped my earlobe as she said it, one hand dragging over my scalp while the other ran up my back.
“You’re the first person I’ve been completely naked with,” I admitted.
This wasn’t a quick hookup in a club, a thrilling, but ultimately shallow moment in time with a stranger. This was real intimacy I’d never had before.
“Same here,” she breathed.
I pressed up to my hands to take in the full view. She was perfectly visible in the dim lamplight and what a sight she was. Her arms, legs, and chest were golden and freckled from sun exposure, but the rest was a creamy pale closer to my own skin tone.
“So I’m the only one who’s seen all this?” My head dipped to pull a nipple into my mouth, the peak taut and stiff from the gentlest graze of my fangs.
“Yes.” Her answer came on a soft gasp, her skin flushing red where my mouth teased her.
“I’m the luckiest man alive then, human or vampire.” I dragged my mouth over the swells of her breasts, never wanting to lose contact with her skin. “I love how your skin changes color where not even the sun has seen you.”
A laugh burst out of her. “You mean my tan lines? You like them?”
“Whatever they’re called, I love them.” My eyes lifted to meet hers. “I love you , Tavi.”
“I love you, Cyan. All of you.” Her knuckles stroked over my cheek. “Even the parts of you that you’re ashamed of.”
This woman. Fuck me, I would never deserve her. I had no words to respond with, just my body to please her. Every cell and scar down to her name and the vow carved into my chest. I pressed her palm against her name in my skin, over my heart that she might as well held in her hands.
I ravaged her mouth for the last time before making my way down her body. Tavi shivered as my fangs dragged over her skin. Her body tensed, anticipating my bite, but I was serious about not making her recovery longer.
Even so, that didn’t mean I completely ruled out having a taste of her.
I grabbed handfuls of her ass, lifting her to my mouth as I kissed the soft curve of her lower stomach. Every inch of her was delicious and I was saving the best for last.
My mouth skimmed over her injured thigh, dragging my tongue for some extra healing to her tender skin. Tavi’s breath quickened, her hips shifting from the attention on such a sensitive area.
“You’re the bravest, most fearless fighter I’ve ever met.” I skimmed my fingers to the insides of her thighs. “The way you just rode into battle for someone you loved. It’s the honor of my life to know I’m one of those someones.”
“Well,” her breath hitched as my touch teased her sensitive skin, “You might not have been this morning, but…”
I laughed, not in the slightest bit offended. It actually amazed me that I could laugh at the dumb shithead I had been before, rather than mentally beat myself down. Being with Tavi was truly healing.
“What changed your mind?” I asked the question lightheartedly, not expecting a serious answer. “Pulling my head out of my own ass so I could come on a daring rescue? Maybe my tongue?”
“Your honesty.” Tavi’s hand came down as a gentle weight on my head, nails scratching luxuriously over my buzzed hair. “Your vulnerability. Showing me that you wouldn’t run away when things got uncomfortable. That was all I needed. To know you were willing and able to do that.” Her hand connected with mine that had been resting on her hip. “And Amy, of course. Trying your hardest to bring her back to me. That’s why I love you, Cyan.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t cherish this woman any more, she proved me wrong. I was lost for words even though there was so much more to say. I wanted to explore and express the depths of my love for her in every possible way. Words couldn’t capture all the bursts of emotions happening in my chest, so I decided on something even better. Orgasms.
“Fuck, I love you.” I brought one of her legs up to a bent knee and kissed the inside of her thigh. “So much, I think I’ll make you come from taking a little blood.”
Tavi’s legs immediately squeezed around my shoulders with a little moan of surprise. “Oh God, don’t tease me, Cyan.”
“I never promised anything about that, did I?”
My arms slipped under her thighs, hands clamping onto her waist as I dove for her pussy for the first time. I gave a long, indulgent lick, my tongue sliding her lips apart so I could suck on them properly. The heated taste of her pulled a satisfied moan from deep in my chest. She belonged on my tongue, her blood, her saliva, her come, all of her.
I gave a few playful tongue flicks to her clit, just enough to get her ramped up and squirming. Her growl of frustration when I pulled away made me chuckle.
“Just getting you ready for me, my love.” I returned to kissing her inner thigh, finding the pulse of her femoral artery with my lips.
“I’ve been ready.” Tavi’s hips lifted, the delectable offering between her legs a feast for my eyes. And mouth. Pity I couldn’t feed on two places at once.
My lips curled back and she made a little gasp when a fang scraped the sensitive skin of her leg. It didn’t break the skin, but her scent and the rapid thrumming of her pulse made it increasingly difficult not to sink in.
“This might hurt a touch,” I said. “My saliva will numb you slightly, but you’re so sensitive down here, you might still feel something.”
“I want to feel it,” she said. “Please, Cyan.”
“Hmm.” My lips slid back and forth over that thrumming artery, the anticipation almost as torturous for me as it was for her. “Say my name like that again.”
“Like what?”
“You know.”
“Cyan!” Her voice cracked with blatant, unabashed need that went straight to my cock. “Cyan, please. ”
Her cries did me in, the sounds she made so powerful it felt like my fangs would rip out of my gums if they didn’t taste her soon. I found the perfect spot directly over her artery and sank into her flesh.
Tavi jerked from the initial penetration but relaxed the moment her blood flowed into my mouth. She tasted like berries and the sweetest ambrosia. Pleasure and vitality spread throughout all of my limbs. Her blood made me feel like I could conquer the world and give my blood mate the fucking of a lifetime.
I held her leg to my mouth while I drank, my other hand free to caress and explore. I couldn’t get enough of her skin, the softness, warmth, and curving lines. Tavi writhed under my touch, pressing into my hand like she couldn’t get enough of me either. Her scent bloomed in the air, her pulse accelerating and sending blood faster into my mouth.
My hand found its way back to her pussy, slick and spread open and waiting. I rubbed and stroked her gently, the heat and wetness of her mirroring the exquisite taste pouring over my tongue. She would come from my feeding alone, without any extra stimulation, but I wanted to feel the moment it happened.
She grew closer with every draw of my mouth, her body thrashing as her breaths grew ragged and desperate. I pulled on her artery with a steady rhythm, leading, but not rushing, her directly to an imminent release.
“Cyan…Cy…” Tavi clutched at the sheets as she whimpered my name, her heels digging into the mattress, head tossing from side to side.
I could only moan against her flesh in reply, the sound vibrating against her skin that had to be near painfully sensitive at this point.
And then, she broke apart.
Her whole body shook with release, her leg against my mouth trembling so hard that my fangs nearly unlatched. I held her thigh still as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her. Only when she relaxed, limp and spent, did I carefully remove my fangs and soothe the puncture marks with my tongue.
“How was that?” I smirked, my mouth lingering on her inner thigh.
Tavi spent a few moments catching her breaths before her head lifted, a dreamy, blissed out expression on her face. Then she rolled forward and lunged for me.