Chapter 21 #2
The pressure she applies to my horns forces my head to dip, and my lips land on her sticky cunt.
Arousal mixes with the maple syrup, creating the perfect blend of sugar and spice.
“Mmm, you taste so good. Comme si tu étais mienne.” With my voice muffled against her flesh, I feast. Licking.
Sucking. Savoring every drop of juice that trickles from her opening.
I grip her hips, tugging until her legs fall over my shoulders and I’m suffocated by her cunt. Vanessa squeals, but I don’t care. I’m too lost to her flavor, to her moans, to the shake of her thighs.
Still, her hands fist around my horns, holding me to her body. “Please, Luc. Make me come.”
There it is. The begging I’ve been waiting for.
Flattening my tongue against her, I drag from her ass to her clit. Over and over, until she’s clutching my horns and babbling nonsense.
She’s right there. Right on the precipice of euphoria.
I brace her narrow hips on my forearm, slipping my other hand back to her entrance. Three fingers shove inside and curl against her front wall.
She shatters.
Her cunt spasms around the thick intrusion of my fingers, and her wanton cry echoes around us.
With tender hands, I lower her bottom half back to the workbench and place a gentle kiss on her mound before straightening.
Vanessa is the picture of blissed out. There’s no other way to describe it.
Her lips curl into a serene smile, hazy eyes staring up at me.
The reddish-brown of her irises is clouded by her post-orgasm high.
Her arms lay limp next to her head, fingers toying with her unraveling braid.
“That was… amazing.” Words slightly slurred, her fangs trap her bottom lip.
“Did you get enough of my drizzle?” I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.
Suddenly, there’s a predatory glint in her eyes. She springs up, gripping the collar of my shirt and slamming her lips to mine. “You know, that’s not the drizzle I was talking about, big guy.”
Her hands scramble to the buttons on my flannel. An impatient growl flutters against my mouth, and the sharp tips of her fangs dig into my bottom lip.
I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat, separating our mouths as I chuckle. “Needy, mon soleil?”
Her smirk is downright devilish, matching the predator lurking in her veins. “For you?” Darting out, her pink tongue slicks a path across her lips. “Always.”
My heart kicks up a notch, beating like a drum in my chest when Vanessa grasps the front of my shirt. Rrrrrrip! Buttons pop and scatter, the soft cotton of both my flannel and t-shirt giving way under her vampiric strength.
Why is that so fucking hot?
“Much better,” she purrs, shoving the tattered cloth from my shoulders. Nimble fingers fall to the button on my jeans. “Now, these.”
“Whoa, Ness. Please don’t shred my favorite jeans.” My hands cover hers, pushing them away so I can wiggle the tight denim over my hips. Thick, heavy, and spurting a steady stream of pre-cum, my erection springs free.
Licking her lips, Vanessa’s eyes are molten lava as they lock on my cock. It jerks, and I choke on a moan when she wraps both hands around me, stroking from base to tip.
The way she’s eyeing me, like I’m one of her favorite toys, I’m not going to last long.
She tugs my length like a damn leash, and I stumble forward, closing the sparse distance between my aching cock and her dripping cunt. There’s a glint in her dark eyes, cluing me in to the hunger rising in her. Hunger for something other than my cock.
The swollen tip bumps against her opening, and my knees buckle. Clamping both hands around the lip of the workbench on either side of her hips, I steady myself. “Do you need to feed, mon soleil? It’s been a week. You must be starving for me.”
White-gold strands flutter around her face when she nods. Fangs pinching her bottom lip, her eyes don’t leave mine as she pulls me forward again, and I breach her entrance. My forehead falls to hers, a groan warming her skin.
Every damn time, she’s like heaven. Is this what having a mate is like? I barely remember after all this time alone.
Warm and wet, her pussy sheaths my length as I push my hips forward at an achingly slow pace. “Don’t rush it, Ness. I want you to feel every inch of me stretching this tight cunt until you think it’s too much. Until you think you’ll be torn in two.”
“Yes,” she pants against my lips.
“Because, tu sais quoi?”
Her head swings left and right, eyes glazing as I press another inch inside her.
Collaring her throat again, I force her beautiful eyes to mine. “You were made to take me. Weren’t you?”
“Yes.” Her answer is a soft sigh as I slide home, every inch of me nestled inside her perfect body.
Now that my legs aren’t wobbling and my cock isn’t throbbing with the need to fill her, I unclamp my white-knuckled grip on the workbench and bring my wrist to her mouth. My other hand stays firmly around her throat. “Feed, mon soleil.”
Vanessa doesn’t waste even a millisecond.
I grunt when she sinks her fangs into my flesh.
The pinpricks of pain are something I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to, but the reward is worth it.
To reach our peaks in unison, my blood flowing through her, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
When her throat muscles contract under my grip, my hips move, sawing in and out of her and forcing us up the mountain.
Needing extra leverage, my hand leaves her throat, only to wrap around her hip.
Her soft lips suction against my wrist as she drinks.
I lose myself in the rhythm of my hips and the hug of her cunt around my shaft.
Vanessa clutches my wrist to her mouth, moaning with each swallow of blood.
The prickle at the base of my spine has my balls drawing up.
“Take what you need, mon soleil, because I’m about to fill you with everything I have. ”
Dark eyes flick up, one hand squeezing between us to land on her clit. The first rippling squeeze of her cunt is my undoing. “Crisse, Vanessa,” I moan as pleasure grips me. My hand slides to the small of her back, hugging her close as I piston my seed as deep into her womb as I can.
Curling my body around hers, I cocoon us from the outside world while our labored breaths slow. Vanessa buries her face in the fur on my chest, and her arms thread around my waist. This is where I’m meant to be. In her embrace. Forever.
Once my heart is no longer bashing against my ribs, it’s with reluctance that I leave the cool comfort of her body. My head dips down, locking onto the place where our bodies join. Sticky hot cum leaks from her opening, coating the base of my cock in a glistening sheen.
I can’t help myself, swiping a finger through the mess and shoving it into Vanessa, alongside my softening length. A low rumble takes life in my chest. “Love seeing you stuffed with my cock and leaking my cum, mon soleil. No prettier sight in the world.” Smirking, I tip my head to her.
Lip trapped beneath her fang, Vanessa peers up with luminous eyes reminiscent of red wine. Black claws tip her fingers where they stroke through my chest fur.
“Tu es belle.” My thumb brushes under her eye, and her cheeks deepen to the same shade as her irises. “Is this because we’re mates?” Her body had the same reaction the last time she fed on me, too.
She nods, throat bobbing. “Yes. Does it scare you to see my true form?”
Hand slipping down, I cup her cheek. “You could never scare me, Vanessa. You’re beautiful like this. Beautiful and mine.”
Her playful smirk returns to her lips. “Ditto, big guy.”
I bark a laugh and scoop her into my arms, with my cock still buried deep, plugging her and keeping my seed inside. “Come on. Let’s clean up. I have a surprise for you.”
Her arms wrap around my neck as excitement dances in her glowing eyes. “Oh! I love surprises!”