Chapter 9
Her cunt pulses around my shaft, and I can’t take it anymore. The overwhelming need to rut into this female takes over, filling my veins with adrenaline as the pixie lights snap against my wrists. The zip of pain to my nerve endings only feeds the raging inferno in my groin.
Rut.
Mate.
Claim.
Over and over again, those actions fill my brain. Echoing and bouncing off each other until logical thought ceases to exist.
Pistoning upward, I’m on my knees before Vanessa can blink. My hard-on slips from her heat with a squelch, and the cum-covered appendage slaps against my lower stomach. Angry. Swollen. In excruciating need of another release.
“A-gain.” Two syllables are all I can manage as a steady stream of pre-cum dribbles from my cock.
Milky white oozes from Vanessa’s cunt. My cum. The sight fuels the rut even more, sending my heart skyrocketing in my chest. “à moi.” Arms shooting out, my fingers wrap around her hips, and I pull her lower half to my mouth.
Her shriek of protest turns into a long, drawn-out moan when I drag the flat of my tongue over her core, from clit to ass. Chest rumbling with satisfaction, I swipe again, coating my taste buds in the musky, sweet flavor of her. Mon soleil. And me. Us.
Si douce. Si parfaite.
Funneling my tongue, I bury it inside her cunt, scooping our essence and swallowing it down. Vanessa wiggles her hips—to get closer to me or to escape, I’m not really sure, nor do I care. My brain isn’t doing the thinking right now.
My cock aches between my legs, jutting out and leaking. He’s doing the thinking.
Snorting, I suffocate myself in her sweet cunt. Licking and sucking until she’s panting and sobbing.
“Holy shit! Please, Luc. Don’t stop!”
My chest swells as her pleading fills my ears. I love the way she begs.
A few more laps of my tongue. One more suck of her clit. And she explodes, satiating the hunger I didn’t know I had for her release. Saccharine and sweet, I swallow her down as she sobs into the bedsheets.
Once her body goes limp, I manhandle her onto her back. Sated burgundy eyes glow up at me, half-lidded and a little lust-drunk.
“Tonight, you belong to me, mon soleil.” My eyes blaze a path over her flushed skin as I grip my cock and line it up to her cunt. When I slap the tip against her clit, Vanessa shivers and moans.
This time, I’ll get to watch her perfect tits bounce as I rut into her. The beaded points of her nipples are a beautiful cherry-red. Saliva pools on my tongue, and before I realize what I’m doing, I lean forward and capture one of the rosebuds between my lips.
Suckling gently, I nearly purr when her back arches on a soft sigh.
While she’s distracted by my mouth, I slip the head of my cock to her entrance and punch my hips forward with a groan.
Tight. Wet. Hot. Her cunt walls ripple as I slam inside her, and I nearly lose my load on contact…
even though I came less than five minutes ago.
“Prends tout de moi,” I mumble against her skin.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be saying all this shit to her, but my brain is clouded and fuzzy, rational thought not really happening. Hopefully she doesn’t understand French.
Releasing her breast, I rise onto my knees, using a bruising grip on her hips to take her lower half with me, suspending her in the air. To maintain balance, she’s forced to wrap her thighs around my waist.
I thrust into her at a merciless pace, my cock burning from the friction of driving in and out of her cunt, but I need to come.
I need it more than I need air. More than I need food, water, or shelter.
To my rut-addled brain, filling my mate with my cum until her belly swells is the only conceivable need.
An image of Vanessa, snowy-white hair flowing over her engorged breasts to curtain her swollen belly, flashes across my vision, and I bellow a broken groan. “Je vais te remplir de mon sperme jusqu’à ce que tu portes mon enfant.” Before I can think better of it, the words slip from my mouth.
She doesn’t seem to notice. Eyes shut tight, mouth open on a silent cry, hands clutched in the sheets above her head. No, she’s too lost to her own pleasure to notice my ramblings about filling her with my seed and getting her pregnant.
Let’s keep it that way.
Tightening my grip on her hips, I pull out my cock.
“What the—” Her protest cuts off on a squeal when I flip her to her stomach and slam back into her heat.
The tight walls of her cunt choke my shaft, causing my balls to tingle and draw up tight. “Esti que t’es bonne.”
“Please, Luc. I want to come on your cock again. Please.”
If it’s anything like her last orgasm, the vise grip of her will send me spiraling over the edge and, hopefully, end this damn rut. “What do you need from me? What will make you come?”
Fingers twist in the sheets, and she turns her face to the side. Her glowing gaze meets mine. “Play with my clit, big guy, and enjoy the show.” Then she has the audacity to wink. Brat.
But I oblige, wedging a hand under her hips. My fingers find her clit, slippery and swollen. She glides her hips back, cunt spread wide around my length, and I strum her sensitive nerves.
My other hand stays clamped around her waist, and I pump my cock in and out of her until my skin is on the verge of igniting. Sweat pours down my temples, neck, and back. Red dances along the periphery of my visual field.
Rut.
Mate.
Claim.
The commands thunder through my veins.
Finally, fucking finally, Vanessa buries her face in the mattress, muffling her cries as her body trembles and her cunt locks around my shaft.
With a booming roar that shakes the window, I hold deep inside of Vanessa and let her milk me dry. Her inner muscles contracting pull wave after wave of cum from my shaft, and the orgasm leaves me momentarily blind, darkness overtaking my eyes.
Once my vision flickers back to normal, I glance down to where Vanessa and I are connected. Thick globs of cum bubble around my shaft, leaking from her opening. I pull out an inch, running my finger through the mess and admiring the sheen of our releases on my cock. But…
Fuck! “I’m still hard!”
I whimper as I slip free from her cunt, the skin on my cock red, sensitive, and chapped. Vanessa flops to her side, arm landing over her eyes, but there’s a smirk playing across her full lips. Lips I’d love to bruise with my kisses, but that’s not what this is.
This is about satisfying a biological need. Nothing more.
Her ribs expand with a breath, tits jiggling from the movement. Maybe she’ll let me coat them in my cum and rub it into her porcelain skin. Maybe I could convince her not to shower before she heads home to the city, and she’d smell me the whole way there.
“Again?” Her lilting tone snaps me out of my rut-fueled thoughts.
“Again,” I agree with a sigh, draping her top leg over my shoulder and wincing when I thrust back into her.
Abright golden glow streaming across my closed eyelids wakes me.
Blinking them open, I rub a fist over each socket, clearing any remnants of sleep and my rut.
The winter sun shimmers through the frost-covered glass of the bedroom window, not a snowflake in sight.
Soft twittering of a chickadee serenades me now that the winds have calmed. The storm must be over.
I peek under the sheet. Flopped against the mattress, my cock is flaccid. “Thank fuck,” I whisper, but wince at the reddened skin. At least the rut has passed.
A soft snore behind me has me carefully shifting my weight, rolling to face my unwanted houseguest.
Thick waves, spun from white gold, drape across the pillow in a waterfall of shiny strands. Delicate eyebrows, a shade or two darker than her hair, dip into the cutest furrow, leading my eyes down the slope of her pert nose. Supple pink lips part on another snore, but this one ends in a snort.
Sinking my teeth into my cheek, I hold in my chuckle. I don’t want to wake her yet. She looks so angelic, so peaceful like this. After last night, I realize she’s anything but.
If—and this is a colossal if—I was to accept another mate, Vanessa would be an easy choice. She’s driven, independent, strong, and intelligent. But she has a mischievous side that would keep me on my toes. That’s for sure.
And last night proved what I was already afraid of… our sexual chemistry is unmatched.
I could see myself falling for her free-spirited, fun-loving nature, if my heart wasn’t tarnished like a lump of coal.
Annabelle broke something in me when she betrayed my trust. Something I don’t think will ever heal.
Rolling onto my back, I swipe a hand over my face. The rut’s over; it’s time to send mon soleil home. She doesn’t belong here, with a shell of a man. She belongs in the city, where she can thrive and flourish, like the beautiful flower she is.
But her presence draws my gaze, and I shift to my side again. I’m not sure what time we fell asleep. All I know is that it was pitch black outside when my dick finally deflated. The skin was raw and furious. Fuck, even the stagnant air was like rubbing it with sandpaper.
Ness let me move her like a ragdoll while I cleaned her up, but I managed to get her to drink some water before she snuggled under the blankets and passed out.
Call me a glutton for punishment, knowing I can’t give this mesmerizing creature my heart, knowing I can’t keep her, but I slept next to her all night.
Crisse, don’t get attached. The rut has cleared, and my brain is no longer fogged by lust. Even if she wanted to stay, which it doesn’t seem like she does, she’s just like every other female. She’ll break the organ thumping inside my chest.
No mates.
Never again.
Plus, it would never work. Her life is in New York City. I hate the city. Everything is too loud and cramped.
A pillar of sun falls across Vanessa’s face. A lock of hair flutters against her lips with each gentle breath. Before I can stop myself, my thumb drags across her cheek, the skin icy to the touch. Continuing their path, my fingers lift the strand and tuck it behind her ear. She sighs in her sleep.
It’s better this way. For both of us.
It’s time to end the fantasy and get back to real life. Our separate lives. Lives that are polar opposites. She doesn’t belong in my world, this mischievous, sunny vampire.
Conscious of my movements, I maneuver from the bed without waking her.
I grab my jeans from the floor. Threading my tail through the hole in the back, I tug them on before finding a sweater.
One last backward glance at the sleeping beauty in my bed has an uncomfortable twinge fluttering through my chest. Then, I leave the bedroom and head outside to dig out Vanessa’s car.