Chapter Thirty - Sen
‘Lay All Your Love On Me ’ by ABBA plays as I drive us home. We can’t stop glancing at each other, then laughing when we’ve been caught. So by the time we’re back at the mansion, my blood thrumming with anticipation, we can’t keep our hands to ourselves.
Teagan tugs me closer, his curious fingers pulling up my T-shirt to stroke my abs.
My fingers wrap around his lush curls, my lips on his smooth neck, getting high on his spicy cinnamon scent.
We stumble into a random bedroom, a tangle of limbs. Our mouths are uncoordinated as we explore each other’s faces; Teagan’s lips on my cheek, ear, temple. Mine on his jaw, chin, the tip of his nose.
“Sen.” Teagan’s low, husky voice slips into my pores, heating me from the outside in.
Capturing the sides of his face, I slow us down, gently pulling kisses from him like I’d pluck petals from a tulip.
“Teagan.” I press our chests close, my heart beating against his. “I would wait another nine hundred years for you, love.”
His arms circle my waist, and when I open my eyes, I search his gaze, wet with emotion and more stunning than the night sky.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” he whispers. “Not for another second.”
“I didn’t think this was possible,” I say, bearing my heart in a whispered confession. “I didn’t know it was possible to love a person this much.”
I fall to my knees, pressing my face into his stomach. He follows, dropping onto my lap. Holding onto his waist, I lean him back so my nose travels up from his chest, up into the crook of his neck.
“I love you,” I say, cracking open my chest for the person I’ve waited lifetimes for. “I love you in ways I don’t understand, and I love you more because of it.”
“Sen…” His voice shakes.
“And it doesn’t matter what’s done to my heart…” I take his palm, entwine our fingers and lay them over my chest. “It’ll always belong to you.”
“Your heart is staying here.” He presses our hands down harder until I can feel the thump under my pec, his eyes fierce. “Because I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, and I always will. So you have to give me forever, Sen. Promise me—”
Our lips crash. I give him all my love and desire, and everything else that I am. “We will have forever, Teagan.”
He tangles his fingers into my hair, and tugs.
“Promise me,” he orders desperately. His lips are close to mine, but refuse to close the gap. Each shared breath molten hot.
How could I deny my soulmate anything?
“I promise.” I roll my hard cock up into him. “Fuck, Teagan, I promise.”
His breath hitches, and he finally closes the distance. “Bite me…” he asks between kisses, his lips moving against mine. “Bite me, Sen.”
I groan, and slip my hands under his T-shirt to feel miles of his dark, luscious skin.
“It freaked me out when…” he says, breathless. “When I saw Kai do it with Vidar. But I’m…”
“Curious. Always so curious, aren’t you?” I roll my hips again, my rock-hard cock aching for friction.
“I wanna see you do it,” he moans. “I want to feel you do it.”
Pushing his T-shirt up further, I reveal his two dark nipples. I lick each one, suck and bite. His cock isn’t hard—neither of us cares. Teagan is perfection, and if he wants something, then I’ll give it to him.
My fangs slide out, and I trace them across his sensitive pec—then bite down.
Teagan tosses his head back, crying out a sound like surrender.
I’m no better. Starving, lust-drenched noises spill out of me as his spicy blood floods my mouth.
My hands roam his body. I want to fill every one of my senses with Teagan, but it doesn’t matter how much I touch, inhale or taste him. It’ll never be enough.
I tilt us onto the carpet, and even if I wanted to retract my fangs, Teagan’s fingers in my hair hold me to him. My hands stroke down his torso, grab hold of his plump ass and squeeze.
“I wanna be inside you,” I growl between my bloody fangs.
Teagan wraps his legs around my hips and rocks up. “Fuck, yes, yes, I want it.”
I pull back, my chest heaving, my hair falling into my face as I stare down at the feast I’ve created. The bite marks etched into Teagan’s skin—my mark.
“You’re a masterpiece, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I bring my thumb up to my fang, nick the skin open so blood bubbles to the surface. I go to run it over the two puncture marks in his pec to heal him.
Teagan stops me, capturing my hand to inspect my healed thumb. “I like your bite where it is,” he tells me, his long lashes fluttering. I groan, my cock painful against my zipper. “And now you’ve had my blood.”
“And it was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He stares at me, his chest rising and falling, goosebumps trailing his skin. His nipples are hard and his spicy cinnamon scent strong and sweet.
He doesn’t need to say what he wants. But… “I can’t get sick. Or get you sick.”
He spreads his legs wide, and I moan. The hand still on his ass squeezes.
“Whatever you want…” I promise, leaning towards him.
I flick my tongue across my fang, cutting it open. The pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure of having my soulmate this close.
Teagan parts his soft, wet lips, and I let a drop of my blood hit his taste buds.
His back snaps up as if I’ve filled him with my cock, then I slip my tongue inside his mouth.
We kiss as if we might never see each other again.
His fingers in my hair, I slowly grind my hard cock into him, which does nothing to tame the desire between us.
Fumbling, we rip our clothes off, breathing hard, laughing and trying to kiss all at the same time, until we’re both naked. I reach down to his soft cock, gently stroke him up and down. There is no shame in his eyes, only fierce joy and unabashed need.
Standing, I throw him over my shoulder. A laugh bursts out of Teagan, and I want to bottle that sound. Then I drop him on the mattress. He bounces, his curls flying around him.
“I have lube in my backpack.”
“And I have lube in my pocket.”
We smirk at each other—two slutty fools in love.
I grab the lube from his bag, not surprised to find the half-empty bottle covered in paint stains, and toss it on the bed before grabbing a pillow to set under his ass.
We kiss and touch. Bite and suck. My cock is so hard, I don’t think I’ll ever be soft again.
Then I take the lube and glance up at him.
Teagan smiles, wraps a single lock of my hair around his finger and tugs. “I want this. I want you, slick.”
“I want you, too, sweetheart.”
I pour the lube on my fingers. With one hand, I stroke his soft cock, then slowly duck to suck his balls into my mouth. Teagan gasps, his legs opening wider.
With my slick hand, I make a trail across his thigh and to his crack to find his tight rim. I circle the muscle, stroke and tease, playing with the soft skin.
“Just shove it in,” he demands, completely out of breath. “Don’t make me wait.”
I’m tempted to draw this out, but I’m just as impatient.
I slip one finger through his tight ring of muscle. Teagan thrusts up, letting out a broken yell, then a second one when I find his prostate—pressing down and stroking.
“God, another finger!” Teagan whines. I pay more attention to one of his balls, humming as I slurp it up. The skin of his shaft is as soft as butter. I pull it back to expose his sensitive head, using my thumb to circle the spongy tip.
“Sen—”
Teagan chokes on a cry as I pull out my finger, then shove two back in with no grace, aiming for his prostate.
Scissoring my fingers, I open him wider, adding more lube when I need to, then adding a third.
I pop off his balls, leaving them wet and shiny with my spit. “Want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Need your cock.”
Smirking, I sit up, stroking any leftover lube on my aching length. I lean over him, taking his mouth, and in between kisses, I notch the head of my cock at his tight asshole.
“Ready?” I ask.
He bobs his head up and down. “More than ready.”
Then I push in deep.
Teagan’s head rolls back as a moan rips out of him. His tight body squeezes my shaft. I gasp, grunt. Hold onto my soulmate like I’m on the edge and he’s all that can save me.
Delirious with pleasure, I mumble, “This is so fucking good, so fucking amazing, Teagan,” into his neck.
I bottom out, and for a moment, the only noise in the room is our combined breathing.
The soulmate bond that connects us fortifies, his scent thickens in the air, and I gulp it down; sweet tea, warm sand, spicy cinnamon and…
fuck. There it is, that other scent that’s pure Teagan.
Closeness and joy and…fuck. He smells like comfort.
“Teagan…” I gasp, throat thick with emotion. “Love you. God, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” he whimpers. “Don’t be gentle. Please, I just want to feel everything.”
“I will give you—,” I growl, “—everything you’ve ever wanted.”
I pull out, then slam back inside his sweltering body.
Teagan screams. He grabs hold of my back and drags his nails down my skin as I pound into his tightness. My face presses into the sweaty side of his cheek, his teeth sink into my shoulder, and he might not have fangs, but I’m certain he’s broken skin.
I don’t care.
“So. Fucking. Good!” I chant, feral with lust and lost to everything else but the body under me.
I never want this pleasure to end.
I want to swim in this half-madness where I’m driven by nothing but fucking Teagan just the way we both want it. But his slick channel tightens as I pound again and again into his prostate—then grind, hard, slow and dirty—before picking up the pace again.
“Fuck, Sen, fuck! I’m— God, you’re making me cum!” Teagan’s nails rip lines down my back, sounding like he can’t believe it’s happening again. That he can have this again.
His hole squeezes me in a death grip, his head drops to the side, and then he’s cumming. He screams out something broken, tears in his eyes, mouth wide and body shuddering from the force of his orgasm that splatters between our stomachs.
Between clenched teeth, I curse. It’s all too much and without my say, I thrust once more, and then I’m cumming deep inside him.
I suck in air, like the tide pulling in, and then euphoria washes over me in a tidal wave of bliss that pulls me under.
I am lost to it, drowned in it.
My body torn to pieces and remade—but with him at my centre. Teagan. My soulmate. My comfort.
And as I breathe out, collapsing beside him, our connection becomes unbreakable.
“Fucking. Hell….” I exhale one long breath.
“I know, right…” Teagan chuckles, his arm thrown over his face as he tries to catch his breath.
Our heaving pants fill the room as I slip my arm under Teagan’s neck and tug him into my chest.
Then my Teagan looks up at me with his big, curious eyes. “Soulmate,” he whispers, amazed. Excited.
I smile, my heart so full with love for this man, and knowing nothing could ever change that. “Soulmate.”
We share a single laugh and snuggle into whoever’s bed we find ourselves in.
I want to bask in this love for the rest of my life. I want to keep Teagan close. He is my home.
But good things never last.
The door bangs three times, then I hear Kai say the words that’ll change everything: “Summer’s here.”