28. Tavia
Chapter 28
Tavia
I shoved at Cyan’s shoulders until he leaned back on his elbows, a confused frown crossing his face. “Tavi?”
Planting my hands on either side of his hips, I leaned in and kissed him. My muscles were still shaky from that orgasm, my breathing a little labored, but I was on a mind and body high like I never believed possible.
He didn’t just make me physically come. Something about his feeding on me caused a euphoric lightness in my brain that gave the sensation of floating. Maybe that also had to do with the lightheadedness because of my injury. Whichever the case, I felt incredible both in my head and body. Our kiss broke only because I couldn’t stop giggling.
An amused smile pulled at Cyan’s lips. “Everything okay?”
“More than okay.” I couldn’t stop grinning, couldn’t stop what felt like pure sugar pumping through my veins. “That felt really, really good. I think I’m a little high.”
He arched a brow and barked out a laugh. “High? Did you smoke some of my darakt?”
For some reason I found that hilarious and leaned into his shoulder, giggling madly. “Nooo, it was just that good. I feel so…light. I think you sucked my soul out.”
His smile grew wider, full of warmth and mirth. “My silly Tavi.”
He circled one of my nipples, making my laughter stutter in moans. Everything was still so sensitive. He wouldn’t have to do much to make me come again.
“What makes you think I’m done making you feel good?” His voice grew low with want, fingers tugging more insistently at the aching peak until the sensation bordered on pain.
With all the reluctance in the world, I put my hand over his. “Being serious, I need a breather. It won’t take much, and if I come within the next five minutes, I’m likely to pass out.”
Cyan lowered his hand, but his expression was anything but disappointed. If anything, he looked smug. “Keep making me feel like a fucking king and I’ll challenge Thorne for clan leader.”
“Hm, before you do that.” I kissed him again, hesitating before I spoke. “I want to put my mouth on you.”
“You’re doing a beautiful job of that.” He leaned into me for another kiss, this one long and lingering.
We parted slowly, and I whispered with my lips ghosting against his, “I mean here.” I stroked my fingertips along the top of his stiff length. “Maybe suck your soul out.”
His laugh became a moan as I wrapped my palm around him and gave a few experimental strokes. My fingers squeezed gently, watching Cyan’s face as I played and explored just as he had with me. His reactions were adorable, hot, and amusing all in equal measure.
“If you put your mouth on me there,” he rasped, “I will not be long for this world either.”
“Oh no,” I said with mock concern before planting a final quick kiss on his lips. “How will the two of us ever recover from this?”
“I have no idea.” Cyan’s fingers speared through my hair as I lowered down.
I paused to kiss the scars on the left side of his chest, the symbols depicting my name and the vow he made to me. It felt like ages ago that he’d done it. “What happens to this now? You’ve gone against the part of never taking my blood.”
“I can rewrite it,” he grunted, one hand massaging the nape of my neck as my lips went lower. “Make a new vow about my love and devotion to my blood mate. I can do it at our ceremony.” His fingers curled into fists in my hair as I traced the top of his hipbones with my teeth. “But your name stays. I love that your name in my skin, that your blood is in my body.”
“I love it too.”
His cock jumped when I breathed the words along his length, and the reaction would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so turned on. I braced one palm against the front of his hip and resumed stroking with the other. Cyan’s head fell back with muttered moans and curses. His hips canted toward me eagerly, and my whole body buzzed with arousal and anticipation as my lips slid over his wide head.
Cyan pressed forward a few inches on a sharp gasp, and he just as quickly pulled back. “Sorry, sorry. Just…fuck. Take your time. I’ll try not to…”
It felt impossible to smile with my mouth stretched around him, but my eyes must have conveyed my amusement. His grin was full of joy and affection as he stroked my cheek. “Fuck me, you are a gorgeous sight to behold.”
After acclimating to the weight and thickness of him in my mouth, I found a rhythm that was comfortable for me and seemed to drive him wild. Cyan muttered curses at the ceiling and praise at me, his hands roaming over me reverently. My confidence grew with each clenched fist in my hair, with every choked, “Fuck, Tavi, that’s so good, just like that.”
I lost track of time, lost track of everything but the pleasure singing in my body, the sounds he made and his hands on me as I pleased him. He became hard as steel in my mouth, swelling and thickening to the point where it was almost too much.
“You ready to suck my soul?” Cyan hissed through gritted teeth.
I managed an enthusiastic moan before he spilled his release on my tongue. His fist curled so tight in my hair as his cock spasmed, pinpricks of pain in my scalp rippled to my nipples and clit, making my toes curl.
When he finished and I eased my mouth off him, he was just as hard and thick as right before his orgasm. Our eyes met and the look I saw was beyond hungry.
He wanted to consume me.
“Do you um, need a few minutes?” I gestured vaguely toward his crotch.
Cyan shook his head. “I need you.”
“I mean, you don’t need to recover after…?”
He looked down as if noticing the state of himself for the first time, and shrugged. “Sometimes, but it seems every part of me needs more of you.” He grabbed my hands and tugged me forward with a grin. “Thanks to your blood, I bet.”
Our mouths connected in a hard, ferocious kiss as he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands supported my ass. He was still kneeling on the bed and seemed content to stay there, kissing my neck and shoulder as he positioned me right at the head of his cock.
As usual, Cyan teased me until I went feral. He thrusted lazily, sliding through my wet, achingly sensitive folds without penetrating. My infuriating vampire mate chuckled and kissed me when I whined and pleaded. I moaned his name, clawed at his back, wiggled my hips, and panted as his heavy length slid over my clit hood but not where I ached for him the most.
“Cyan, if you don’t fuck me right fucking now, I’m going to die!” I cried.
“Oh, my Tavi.” He chuckled directly into my ear. “Why didn’t you say so?”
He made a small adjustment with his hips and pressed inside me in one long, fluid stroke. I didn’t know if I screamed, gasped, or made any sound at all, but every solid inch of him filled me in the most exquisite, perfect way.
And when he began to move, the slow drag and press of him through me in a steady, unhurried cadence, that incredible feeling built. Each drive of him into me layering more sensation, more pleasure on the one before.
I clutched his shoulders and my ankles locked together behind his back, thighs squeezing his waist to keep the position. Our foreheads pressed together and I never wanted to stop feeling this.
“Good?” Cyan asked with a light nip to my mouth.
“Yes.” I sighed as he pulled back, looking down between us to watch him fill me up again. “So fucking good.”
“Do you want more?” His fingers dug into the right side of my ass, his other hand supporting my back.
My teeth traced the shell of his ear. “I want everything, Cyan.”
He groaned and muttered something I didn’t recognize, maybe something in his vampiric language. The next thing I felt was his grip shifting so both hands held my waist. The next time he entered me, he fucked me.
A gasp left my throat at the impact, at the slamming force of his body against mine. The pleasure inside me intensified, becoming sharper, taking me higher. I didn’t just feel him inside me anymore, I felt him crash against my inner thighs. Each thrust struck my clit and filled me deeper.
“Oh fuck, Cy…” I held on for dear life, absorbing every lash of pleasure he brought down on me. If I had any length to my fingernails, I’d be drawing blood from his upper back.
“I know, Tavi. I can feel you. I’m so close too.”
His mouth captured mine in a rough kiss and I felt a sharp prick from his fangs. He licked at the resulting blood droplet and moaned, fucking my mouth ravenously with his tongue before breaking away with a growl.
“Can I…”
He was too far gone to speak in full sentences, too lost in the pleasure and the fucking and whatever else his vampire senses picked up. But somehow I knew what he was asking.
“Yes, always.” I lifted my chin, giving him full access to my neck. “My blood is only for you.”
His fangs sank into neck without a moment’s hesitation, driven by lust and instinct and need. At the first pull, all the layering pleasure in me reached its peak and exploded into release. Only seconds later, I felt Cyan’s orgasm follow, his moans deep and animalistic against my neck as his cock kicked inside me.
Every draw on my vein matched his thrusts, striking my clit in shocking jolts of pleasure that gradually slowed until the two of us were so wrung out that we could hardly move anymore.
Cyan eased us down to the mattress, his cock sliding out of me first, and then his fangs. My body felt heavy then, so utterly relaxed without a single tense muscle. It was an effort to keep my eyes open, even as Cyan licked and nuzzled my neck.
With a contented sigh, he rolled me to lie on his chest, his hands tangled in my hair.
“How close is it to dawn?” I mumbled.
“Don’t worry about that.” I felt a kiss press to my forehead. “I’ll get situated and check on Amy while you rest.”
Remembering Amy made me want to snap my eyes open and jump out of bed but after everything, including the mind-blowing sex that wore me out, I had absolutely no energy left.
But what I did have was a mate who would take care of things. I trusted and knew that he would.
So I let sleep come without a fight.