Chapter 16
Pants around his thighs and hooves shuffling along the floor, Luc makes it to my bedroom. The mattress bounces under my weight when he plops me down. Hooded and blacked-out by his pupils, his eyes linger on me while he tugs at his jeans.
Since I’m a tease, I settle against the pillow and tuck my lower lip under one fang. Fingers circling my nipples until they’re peaked and begging for attention, my legs fall open to expose my glistening pussy. The flesh is hypersensitive, buzzing from my earlier orgasm and Luc’s ravenous gaze.
In his haste to get his tree-trunk legs free of their confines, he topples forward, and the mattress springs groan when they catch his weight. “Now who’s in a hurry?” I arch a single eyebrow, my finger still ghosting over one stiff rosebud.
He doesn’t dignify me with an answer. Instead, he snorts like the angry bull he is as he finally gets his jeans off and kicks them to the side. Proud and heavy, his cock waves like a flag. Lick me. Suck me. Fuck me, it screams.
Don’t mind if I do.
Even with enhanced speed, I don’t make it to my knees before Luc clamps his hands around my ankles and pulls me to the middle of the bed.
I squeal, but it turns into a moan when his big, warm body fills the space between my thighs.
“You got to taste earlier. Now it’s my turn. So lay back and enjoy, Vanessa.”
With a shrug, I settle against the pillows. “I’ll never say no to more orgasms.”
His chuckle rumbles against my throat when he leans down, dragging his tongue along the column of my neck. I tip my head back and give him more room to play.
Blunt teeth nip down my sternum before biting a path to my left breast. Luc hums against the skin, laving his tongue around the pebbled rosy flesh in the center. Closing his lips, he draws my nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
Thrusting a hand into his thick hair, my back bows, and I whimper. “Mmm. More, Luc. Your mouth feels so good.”
He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses across my chest to the other breast. Not to be left out, his palm covers the first, kneading and massaging the flesh before pinching and twisting the nipple.
I writhe beneath him, pushing my chest up to meet his hands and mouth.
It’s the perfect amount of sensory overload to have a deep ache blossoming between my thighs.
In a quest to relieve the need, I thrust my hips up and hump his cock.
Each rock of my pelvis has the head bumping against my clit, sending shock waves through me.
“More. Please, Luc. Please!” I sob, head thrashing on the pillow. No one has ever been able to work my body into a frenzy this quickly.
I’m needy. Desperate. Addicted.
But only he has the antidote. That perfect, uncut cock is the remedy.
“You need me to lick your sweet little cunt, Ness?” Heat rages in his baby blues where he peers up from between my legs.
Holy fuck! That’s a pretty sight.
All I can manage is a nod.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, Luc finally puts his mouth where I want it, and I could cry. In fact, a tear trickles from the corner of my eye at the first lap of his big tongue.
Swirling around my clit, his tongue is hot and slick, adding to my arousal. Luc’s lips close around the sensitive bud, and he gives a hard suck.
White flashes across my vision, and I nearly levitate off the bed from the spark of pleasure that zaps my core. He does it again, and my fingers slip through his hair until they wrap around something hard and smooth. His horns.
With a white-knuckled grip, I hold his mouth to me and buck my hips, humping his face from below. His answering muffled groans and snorts spur me on. Popping off my clit, his tongue slips to my opening.
I tilt my head down, eyes locking with his as he flattens the large, wide muscle and drags it from my ass to my clit. His eyes are filled with volcanic heat and the noise of masculine satisfaction that rumbles from his chest… I think I’m gonna come just from looking at him.
Finally, he lifts his face, hot breath fanning my pussy when he asks, “You like my horns?”
On instinct, my fingers tighten around the appendage in question. “Ye—” My response is interrupted by a hoarse cry when his tongue circles my entrance before pushing inside. “Oh, fuck. I really like your tongue.”
Luc said he wanted to taste. Well, he’s fucking devouring me. Rubbing his face through my folds, he snorts and groans. It’s clear he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
On one particular upward stroke, his septum piercing drags over my clit.
The cold burst against the scorching flesh has me shivering.
Then there’s a hot puff of air from his snout.
Fire and ice. The sensation sends a rush of pleasure through my core and my pussy clamps around nothing.
My thighs tighten on either side of Luc’s head as my back arches. “Oh, shit!”
Even after the orgasm fades, Luc continues to fuck me with his tongue, like he can’t get enough of me.
He finally comes up for air, hovering over me with an unhinged glint in his eyes. He’s the picture of possessed. Snout glistening with my arousal, chest rattling with each labored breath. Every muscle is drawn tight.
My eyes trail farther down his body to find pre-cum saturating the fur on his lower belly. Spilling from the head of his cock, the clear liquid falls onto my pussy.
Gripping his length in one hand, Luc braces the other next to my head. I moan when he runs the head through my pussy lips, smearing his arousal into the flesh. Lining up, his eyes are black with lust when they lock with mine and he presses the first inch into me.
A stretching sting, then bliss as my pussy adjusts to his girth. It’s better than I remembered.
I can’t take my eyes off his face, cataloging every reaction as his hips roll forward at a torturously slow pace.
His ears pin to the sides of his head, and his mouth falls open on a low bellow as he bottoms out.
I curl my legs around his back and hold him to me.
My hands stroke the fur on his chest. His neck. Anywhere I can reach.
Leaning over me, his forehead tips onto mine and his breath warms my lips. “Crisse. I forgot how good you feel. Like heaven.”
For some reason, his words have my cheeks burning and flushed. But the slow roll of his hips wipes any coherent thought from my mind. All I can do is let myself be overtaken by pleasure.
There’s a depth, an emotional connection, that I haven’t experienced with previous partners. And it sure feels a hell of a lot like making love. “Luc, don’t stop. I want to… need to come on your cock.”
His lips brush mine. “And you will. You were made for me, mon soleil. This cock is yours. Soak it. Claim it.”
My fangs ache, and my belly tightens. “Can I feed on you?” I rush out the question as my orgasm coils like a spring, low and tight in my core.
“Yes. Take what you need, Vanessa. I’m yours.”
Without hesitation, I drive my fangs into the patch of hairless skin on his shoulder.
Sweet, coppery liquid fills my mouth, and I gulp it down with a moan.
At the same time, Luc’s hips stutter and his arms buckle, his elbows hitting the mattress on either side of my face.
Still gorging on his blood, I blink my eyes open to find his head thrown back and his mouth open on a hoarse groan as he finds his peak.
The sight of him, combined with his essence on my tongue, forces my body off the cliff’s edge. I whimper into his flesh and dig my nails into the fur on his back while my inner walls contract around his spouting cock.
Warm cum oozes from where we’re connected, running down the crack of my ass and soaking the sheets beneath me, but I don’t care. I’m too blissed out on the high from his blood in my system and the release rippling through my core.
Once the euphoria fades and my hunger is sated, I retract my fangs and heal the wound with a swipe of my tongue. Luc rocks back to his knees, growling when his cock slips free and shoots another glob of cum onto my belly.
Not quite flaccid, his shaft is wet with our combined releases. Damn, he’s even impressive when he’s not rock hard.
Cerulean eyes fall to my pussy, which has finally stopped spasming. Two fingers run between my ass cheeks. He scoops up the runaway seed and shoves it back into me.
“What are you—” I’m cut off by a moan when Luc curves his thick fingers against the front wall of my pussy. My legs clamp around his hand, and my fingers curl in the sheets at my sides as another orgasm threatens to take me.
“Look at you, dirty girl. So full, you’re dripping my seed. Can’t let a single drop go to waste, mon soleil.” His free hand settles on my lower abdomen. Fingers spanning me from hip bone to hip bone, he applies pressure from the outside to the same spot he’s massaging inside me.
The combination is too much. I whimper and shake my head, but my cunt has other ideas, tightening around him and sending sparks sizzling under my skin.
“Someday, Ness, I’m gonna put un bébé in here. Would you like that?” His eyes darken, glued to my stomach.
Unsure of what’s come over me, my head bobs up and down rapidly as I whimper again. It must be the orgasm knocking all the logic out of my brain.
Kids? We barely know each other.
Before I can argue, a wave of ecstasy sweeps over my body, and my eyes flutter shut.
Once my breathing evens out and my eyes open again, Luc’s fingers are still inside me. Not moving. Just there. Plugging me. Possessing me.
I wiggle until I’m propped on my elbows. “Were you serious about having a baby, Luc?” My voice falters, wobbling on the word baby. “Or do you just have a breeding kink?” I force out a nervous laugh.