Chapter 31
My heart rockets straight into my throat, stopping me from running my mouth in any direction. Good or bad, I’m stunned into silence.
He grabs my hips and pulls my ass flush against his thighs. He’s still standing off the edge of the bed, towering over me with such raw power that the small hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.
His cock rests against my groin, and I risk a glance. Beyond my rising and falling chest, I watch his length pulse. I have no clue what it is about him that makes my knees weak and body submit.
But I like it.
“So quiet for someone who was screaming my name just moments ago.”
Godsdamn him! This good-looking Vampire is so full of himself.
Even though I’ve already had a mind-blowing orgasm, I’m ready for another. And another. The thought of him inside of me sparks my body with adrenaline, and I want more.
Gods, I just want him.
“Please?”
His eyebrow lifts. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
He tsks. “Tell me what you want, my little slayer, or I’ll tear these sheets apart and bind you with them, force you onto your knees, and stroke my cock until I paint my cum all over your delectable body.
Then I’ll leave you trembling, desperate to come again, until you physically have to beg to be fucked. ”
There’s no stimulation anywhere on my body, yet I moan. It’s the sensation of denial without actually being denied. He’s willing. All I have to do is speak.
“Put your—”
“Your mouth, Amarah.”
I lift my gaze to his. The smirk on his lips—still slick with my cum—makes me ache for them against mine.
“Please, Kayn. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me and make me come again.” His chest twitches, the thick muscles in his shoulders and arms tightening.
“And again.”
Vendra, I thought it was impossible for our kind to fall under a spell, but this man has wrapped me in one so tight I may never come undone.
“And again.”
His hips draw back, and the piercing at the tip of his cock drags across my clit.
“You beg so good, little slayer. One more time for me.”
Pressure builds at my entrance, and I clutch the blanket with both fists.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I breathe. “I beg you. Please, Kayn.”
“That’s my good girl.”
The stretch of him entering me is an exquisite pain I could welcome until the day I die. I feel every inch of him slide in until he hits my back wall. The mewl that escapes me blends with a sharp gasp.
He hooks his hands under my knees and lifts my hips off the mattress.
“Fuck, you feel incredible, Amarah.” The way he moans my name has me trembling. “I know you can take more of me.”
Godsdamn it—he isn’t all the way inside me?
His next thrust has my stomach twisting into knots, and I swear my lower organs are crowding up into my lungs. My chest is as tight as my abdomen.
“That’s it.” The grin he gives me is devastatingly dangerous. “You take me so good.”
His praise makes my pussy clench around him. “I’m going to fuck you now, little slayer. Say the word indigo if you need me to stop. Now, for practice…”
He pulls his hips back until I can feel the distinct ridge of his head as he nearly slips out of me.
“Say the word.”
His full-force thrust slams back into me, and I scream, “Indigo!”
“The way your tits bounce will have me fantasizing every second you aren’t wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I’m a godsdamn goner.”
He places one knee on the bed and starts absolutely devastating me. Each thrust is just as rough as the last, but the pain melts away quickly, and soon, pleasure is all I can feel.
One of my legs is lifted up his chest as he leans over me. He grabs my wrists one at a time, and I’m basically a doll in his hands. I give no resistance as he brings them above my head and traps them there with one hand.
With one foot over his shoulder and the other looped around his hip, he pistons into me. He uses his grip on my wrists to brace himself. I’m shocked I actually scream when he suddenly slaps my tit.
“There we go,” he pants before folding me in half completely. “Nice and hard,” he murmurs against my skin, then sucks my painfully sensitive nipple into his mouth.
My hips move with each thrust, the motion small thanks to how tightly he’s bent me, but he seems to approve. His groan says everything.
His fangs nip at my skin and I want so badly for him to bite me. To drink from me wherever he wants. But he hasn’t—and I think I know why. The marks will scar, and I can feel through the bond that he doesn’t want to add to the tally already on my skin.
But I don’t want him to hesitate. If there’s anyone I want to see when I look in the mirror, it’s him.
“Bite me,” I moan. “Please, Kayn. Bite me and feed from me.”
His cock pulses inside me as he slams against my walls. In this position, every thrust makes those metal bars drag against my g-spot, and I’m right on the edge of exploding—just as I did moments ago.
He drags his tongue up the curve of my breast to my neck, right over the spot he bit in the shower.
“Not your nipples. Not the places you’ve been untouched.” His voice is a godsdamn fever dream, raising my temperature and making my head go light. “I’ll bite you, little slayer, but I will mark you thoughtfully.”
Then he presses his fangs to the curve of my neck, directly over the same spot, and pierces me. The puncture is sharp and quick, and instead of hesitating like he did before, he sucks immediately.
And I tumble.
“Kayn!!”
Gods, I tumble so fucking hard over that cliff that the whole bed shakes. He thrusts harder, and even though I’m screaming through my orgasm, it doesn’t drown out the wet sounds of my arousal or the slap of his skin against mine.
“That’s it, Amarah. Scream my name and come all over my cock.”
The hand gripping my wrists slides up to find one of my hands, and he laces our fingers together. My leg—still draped across his chest—starts to shake, and he lets me drop it.
My breathing slows, but my heart is racing. I feel like I’m floating, and I swear I can see stars as I stare up at him. He leans in, pressing his mouth to mine, and I taste the copper of my blood on his tongue as it invades my mouth.
He lifts me from the mattress, pulling me flush against him. Slowly, he moves me further onto the bed while guiding my arms around his neck. When we finally stop moving, he breaks the kiss.
“Give me one more,” he croons before lifting me off him. Every inch of my skin tingles, from the place he fed on me and from the sudden empty ache inside me.
I swear I blink, and suddenly I’m facing the cushioned headboard. I’m on my knees, legs spread, when his hands press to the small of my back. They glide to my hips and lift my ass, curving my body for him.
“Lean forward and hold on,” he commands.
I obey instantly.
“It infuriates me what they did to you.”
The moment my hands grip the headboard, he’s filling my pussy again. One of his hands grips my hip while the other travels up my spine. His thrusts are controlled but brutal, each one hammering into that soft, perfect spot inside me.
“Fuck! Ah—yes, right… there, Kayn!”
“It wasn’t enough that they died quickly.” His hand reaches the nape of my neck and wraps around my throat, though he applies no pressure.
“I should’ve skinned them.” Thrust. “Peeled their cocks like bananas.” Thrust. “Then made them bleed out slowly.”
He buries himself inside me and pauses. I’m a whimpering mess—because it shouldn’t be this hot, the violence in his voice, but it is, and my body vibrates with pure ecstasy.
“No one will ever touch you like this again.” He leans against my back, his warm chest sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. “Or so help me, this whole damn world will suffer the consequences.”
He takes my jaw and forces my head to turn over my shoulder.
His mouth crashes into mine, biting and sucking my bottom lip as he fucks me rougher than before.
The hand around my throat tightens just enough to make the room tilt.
My nails dig into the headboard when his free hand slips between my thighs.
“Mine to keep safe,” he growls through the bond, lips still on mine. “Mine to fuck. Mine to feed from.”
“Y-Yes… yes, Kayn… yes! I’m coming—please!”
His cock thickens inside me, and when he slaps my clit, my body detonates in another climax I couldn’t stop even if I tried. It crashes over me in a harsh wave just as a heavy fullness floods my stomach.
He groans into my mouth, and I swear he just keeps coming. The pressure alone makes my entire body tremble.
“Gods… please…” I pant against his lips.
He chuckles, dragging his mouth from my cheek to the shell of my ear, then down my neck.
“Again, little slayer, don’t call for your God while you’re in bed with me.
” His tongue draws slow circles around the puncture marks from his fangs.
He doesn’t suck, and I’m not sure what exactly he’s doing—but fuck, it feels good.
After a moment, he slides out of me. He doesn’t hesitate to grab me and settle me onto my back.
He slides his arm under my head and wraps it around my back, pulling me flush to his chest. I’m engulfed in his embrace, and there is absolutely nowhere in this world I would ever feel safer than in his arms, like this.
I drag my knee up to his hip to be closer. My hands tuck between us, cupped beneath my breasts, while he rests his chin on top of my head.
His free hand does a slow trail up and down my arm. It’s no surprise exhaustion hits fast and heavy. I actually yawn.
“Can I share something with you?” he whispers, his nails drawing slow circles at the center of my back.
“Mhmm.”
“I understand now what you meant when you said our names are sacred. When you say mine… it makes my heart feel mortal again.”
I close my eyes and press my face against his chest, hiding the sudden sting behind my eyes.
“So, no Butcher then?” I try to say as if his words didn’t just cause my own heart to burst.
“Definitely not.” His chest rises with an unnecessary breath, and through the bond I feel a flicker of fear. “I promise to never break it, Amarah.”
“Hmm?” I hum, too tired to fully grasp the meaning.
“Your trust. I’ll keep that safe, too. Just like your body. Your mind. Your heart…”
Oh, Kayn…
I want him to know how much I believe him—how he’s proven, over and over, even long before tonight, that he’s worthy of my trust. But the words won’t come. And though I could send the thought through the bond, I hope the emotions flooding our connection are enough to tell him what I feel.
“Good night, little slayer.”
The last thing I feel is his kiss on the top of my head before darkness and silence hollow out my mind.