27 #2
A breathless, wild smile as she looked at me. Then she let go of my wrist with shaking hands. She leaned her head back, arms spread wide with an open chest. Her hair whipped across her face and stuck to her skin as it fell from the pinnings.
My grip was the only thing keeping her from falling back and over the cliff.
My grip never wavered, never moved from its place.
Her chest tightened and loosened against the corset, her heartbeat so incredibly fast, even for a Vipera.
Alina was the most deranged, disturbed madwoman.
But no one could deny that she was free.
I took a step forward, letting her lean farther over the edge.
She looked at me through her lashes, a special kind of thrill in her eyes.
“Do it,” she breathed, “let go.”
“Not a chance,” I said. “Should I be concerned that this is the second time I’ve caught you teetering on the edge of great heights?”
“The greatest of heights I’ve yet to reach.”
“And if I can’t catch you?”
“I’ll catch myself.” She stared straight up at the sky. “What is having a heart that beats if you cannot taste the blood on your tongue every now and again?”
“How about we use it to taste something else?” I jolted her, as if to drop her.
Her breath hitched. That was enough for the blood sugar to deplete, and she looked a bit pale. The adrenaline was wearing off, but the wildfire in her spirit was strong. She was like the seventh muse ready to meet her fate.
With care, I pulled her from the edge of the cliff, and she sank to her knees before me. She slumped, hands supinated on her lap.
I used the tip of the rifle to tip her chin up.
There was a darkness to her eyes, hungry. Not just the blood filling them, but the way I couldn’t fit a pin through the iris made my entire body chill. I dropped the barrel, letting it hang at my side by the strap.
I tucked her hair behind her ear, then grabbed a fistful for myself, tugging her head forward.
“Truce, then?” I cocked my head.
“I’m caught, not dead.”
“Cheeky.” The word accompanied by a sarcastic smile. “How will you get yourself out of this one, then? Cliff jumping didn’t work, neither did assault by branch or running.”
“There are limitless ways of escape if you know your stalker well.”
“Do you?” I couldn’t hide my amusement. “Know me?”
She leaned farther forward without breaking eye contact, her hands smoothing up the shaft of my boot, then my legs and hips. She tipped her head to rest her cheek beside my cock.
“Biblically,” she answered. “I could read you like a hymn.”
I tipped my hips forward, marveling at such a view.
My deadly, dearly beloved shadow on her knees, in my grip, and no way out. God, I hope she hurts me, just a little bit.
She slipped her thumb through the belt buckle loop, pulling the tail out before loosening it with a tug. I suppose she had experience from girthing her own saddle, she knew her way around some leather by now.
The fingers crawled, hooking on my pants as she opened them enough to pull out my cock. The chill over the sensitive skin straightened my posture faster than any crack of a switch.
She opened her mouth, the warmth of her lips encompassing the tip.
She pressed her tongue against it. The wetness only made the chill of the wind more biting.
My cock twitched involuntarily in her mouth.
Her eyes fluttering up to me, she trailed her tongue down the shaft before leaving a gentle kiss at the base.
It was a sweet language, sensual and intimate.
When she opened her mouth again, her fangs were bared.
My throat dried as I swallowed, and she put my cock back in her mouth. All I could think about were those sharp needles dragging along each side of my member. One flinch and it was over.
Even with the very real fear of her biting down and ending it here, the feeling of the tip reaching the warm, inviting back of her throat was enough to make me drip.
She sucked hard, swallowing as the tip went all the way in.
I pulled her head into it, withholding any movement of my hips so I could see her.
Her eyes clenched shut, taking whatever I gave her.
“Open your eyes,” I gasped, “I want to see the tears.”
Her tongue blocked the back of her throat to prevent choking, and her glassy eyes stared up at me. Just the visual of my cock slipping past her lips, her hands up on my thighs as I used her mouth . . .
That was it, I wasn’t lasting.
I came all too quickly, holding her head fully on it as I spilled into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I groaned, waiting for the pulses to stop releasing completely.
Who needed stress management when you had this little slice of heaven.
I pulled out; one of my spines on the underside caught her bottom lip.
She flinched, and I released the grip on her hair. She spit onto the ground, the cum mixing with droplets of black.
“Alina . . .” I cleared my throat.
She looked up at me, a cut down the middle of her lower lip.
“I’m sorry—”
She grabbed my leg and sank her fangs into my thigh.
The outburst was enough to knock me back, the trousers bleeding black when she released me.
“Are you insane?” I hissed at her.
When I tried to get up . . . I couldn’t.
The feeling in my leg was going quickly. When I tried to hobble up, she crawled forward. I used my good leg to kick myself backward until my back hit a tree trunk.
The whites of her eyes were black, her icy irises so much more intense. A light clicking chittered through the air, getting more and more intense as she stared. Her mouth was open, panting, letting the blood drip out.
She crawled to me, placing one hand on each thigh.
God, this woman.
I couldn’t even hide that my cock was quickly hardening again.
Her lips came close to mine, her blood and mine mixing in her mouth as it dripped on my vest. The chittering in her chest softened, so tenderly. She brushed her bottom lip across mine, then I opened my mouth for her as she captured it in a benevolent kiss.
Was this what it was like to see a God? To experience something so profound you dedicate your earthly life to it? Or perhaps to scare you so terribly that you believed you’d seen the opposite, yet still choose to worship it all the same.
Alina straddled my lap, and I was ready for her. Just the soft gasp against my mouth when she used my cock made me want to never leave.
My hands covered her waist as she sat down, thrusting her hips as her kiss deepened. Between her tongue and the force, I thought she might begin to eat me next.
With a settled grip on her hips, I rocked her back and forth.
I bent my good leg, using the slight leverage to bounce her so her legs wouldn’t tire.
Being buried in her was almost distraction enough from the fact my other leg was paralyzed. I think the fear was doing it for me the most. Though there was less of the initial concern, since I could feel the sensation returning, the sting of the bite mark already more present.
“You are so . . .” I breathed between kisses, “fucking . . .” I flinched when she took my bottom lip between her teeth, “terrifying,” I mumbled, as she sucked on it.
She slapped her hand across my mouth, smearing the black blood across my face as she serviced herself right there in my lap.
If my eyes could roll further from ecstasy, they’d be in the back of my head. I tipped my head against the bark of the tree, closing my eyes as I felt myself nearing my climax.
I was afraid to finish again, because what if she wasn’t done with me?
The chittering was becoming intense from her, my own purr surfacing when I realized she was likely nearing the end, and that I was nearly a job well done.
Her voice surfaced between the clicking, lewd moans, and ecstatic gasps as her hips rocked, her forehead touching mine as she closed her eyes to fully feel and take advantage of her newfound natural senses, her instincts.
She shivered, her hips slowed.
I reached behind her thighs to pull her forward, narrowly avoiding the grip of the spines as her head slipped against my shoulder.
Both of our breathing ran ragged. Every hot puff of air expelling the heat of the moment, and her body finally relaxed against my chest.
Without moving her too much, I carefully removed my arms from my jacket and moved it to the front. I placed it over her shoulders to cover her bare arms.
We rested like that for a while after. I think we both fell into sleep between the sounds of the ocean and the most delightful shade from the sun.
I was left with a rather religious experience I couldn’t quite place. But I was right when I said it upon our first encounters, and I was still correct when I said it now—this woman was destined to haunt me, and I wished not to be saved from peril.