Chapter 6
Amara was in a daze of pleasure that wouldn’t seem to end.
The only thing cutting through it all was the painfully persistent intrusion of Nick’s shockingly huge cock.
It seemed even thicker and longer than last time.
Either that or she was just swollen. Regardless, he only made it halfway into her before pain became ecstasy, and she went flying into an endless night sky full of stars, fresh air, and freedom.
She hadn’t seen the night sky in so long.
So very long. It was so beautiful, and her whole spirit soared outward to try and touch all those glittering stars.
Her eyes were still dazzled by it all when she tried to blink into focus.
In all that light there came the imposing shadow of Nick’s darkness.
Just as his body was a glorious intrusion into hers, his dark presence above her shaded her stinging vision, looming over her as both a force of protection, satisfaction, and domination.
Her climaxes had made her slick and ready, and he was able to sink deep as he caught up her legs.
Her belly clenched, the need to come yet again so tight inside of her that tears sprang into her eyes.
She had never been this responsive, this sensitive.
Her body was completely alien, half of her feeling ethereal and free, the other half demanding more of him.
More of them. Somewhere deep within she understood they were a combined entity.
They would no longer be just Nick, or just Amara.
They were Nick and Amara. Nick and Amara. NickandAmara.
“I’m so hungry for you,” she breathed on a sob when his head dipped low near hers. “I need you, Nick.”
He bent to kiss her mouth, drenching her in her own scent and taste as his tongue dove deep against hers. She licked him voraciously, pricking her tongue on both their fangs as she suckled the flavor of herself off of him.
“You’ll always need me,” he rumbled deeply against her lips as he thrust hard against her womb. “You’ll always want me.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You are mine now,” he growled roughly, driving harder and faster into her with every word. “No one else, Amara. Never.” He groaned in his pleasure, his big body shuddering hard under her gripping hands.
“Why would I want anyone or anything else? Nick … Nick, please.”
“Okay, sweet. Let me feel you come around me.”
“Bite me, Nick.” Amara turned her head, exposing her throat and the line of her shoulder to him. “God, I’m going to come!”
“Damn right you are,” he hissed as he bent to lick her where she had beckoned him to go.
She felt him hesitate, knew there was still a part of him resisting his desire to taste her.
He turned his head, focusing on the driving force of his hips as his cock plowed through her dense, clutching sheath faster and faster.
Amara burst into little brilliant bits of light, her whole body shuddering and quaking with the powerful impact of her climax. She could hear herself crying out in a lusty, cresting cadence that blended with Nick’s.
“Fucking hell! Amara! Amara!”
She felt him unravel, the harsh slams of his pelvis punctuating the violent rush of his orgasm.
She felt the burn of his seed flooding into her like superheated magma, the heat of his body so extreme compared to hers in that moment.
He shuddered hard, gasping for breath and balance as he tried to keep from crushing her.
“I didn’t bite you,” he said in heavy panting rasps. “I wanted to—God, you made it so hard to resist—but I didn’t do it.”
Nick dropped hard onto his elbows, his sweaty forehead falling against the bared length of her neck where she had invited him to taste her. Amara wasn’t certain what he was trying to say, or why it was so important to him that he didn’t even wait to catch his breath to explain.
Then she understood. He wanted to know he could control himself. He wanted to know he could master his beast even at the most extreme of moments. She envied him that, because now that she had her breath, she couldn’t control what happened next.
She sank her teeth deeply into his shoulder.
Nick jolted against her lips, and she instinctively wrapped him up in her arms and legs to hold him in place.
She wished she could explain why she needed to drink from him, but she wasn’t exactly certain for herself.
All she could assume was that she had not taken enough last time, because she had been increasingly in need of it the more energy she had burned in their lovemaking.
This time she was much more careful. Amara kept her lips sealed to his skin and did not wrench against him in any way that would tear his flesh or break her seal.
Her mouth filled with the heavenly flavor of warm, vital male.
He shuddered in her grasp, his body otherwise trapped within hers.
He grew hard inside of her again, and she heard him moan low and rough as he bent his head and helped her to himself.
By the third swallow, he was moving inside of her again, clearly unable to help himself.
Her feeding aroused him. So much so that by her sixth gulp, he was reaching crisis again.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded her gruffly, his thrusts not even necessarily deep or hard. They didn’t need to be. He could have stayed completely still and the effect on him would have been exactly the same. “Oh, yes … oh, shit … don’t … don’t stop!”
Nick climaxed again, his body straining to meet the demand of his new nature.
She felt herself overflowing with him, both vaginally and orally.
She carefully opened her jaw, and swiftly swept her tongue over the four punctures.
Nick was shaking with his exertions and the remnants of the incredible ecstasy he’d experienced.
He gasped for breath, his open mouth against her neck.
When she was satisfied his wounds were closed, she finally relaxed into the mattress.
They spent several long minutes recuperating, and then Nick lifted up and looked them both over. “You didn’t spill a single drop,” he noted, looking rather impressed.
“Waste not,” she said with a shrug she hoped looked blasé. Then she grinned. “It was rather cool. I just needed to focus and be more careful. It didn’t hurt?”
“Babe, it hurt so good I’m still reeling. You needed that?”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “Does that make me weaker than you? You could resist.”
“No. I doubt it. You didn’t take as much as I did the first time. Frankly, I don’t care why you did it. You can do it again right now if you like.” The grin he shot her was positively lascivious.
“Can’t. Look. No fangs.” She opened her mouth and sure enough, they had fully retracted. He examined the little white enamel nubs under her lips for a moment.
“Guess you got your fill this time.”
“Yeah. But you didn’t.” She nodded toward his as-yet heavily fanged state.
“I wanted to know if I could control if. I needed to know,” he corrected himself. “I need to know what all my limits and limitations are. I don’t want to ever hurt you, Amara.”
“Yes but, that’s just it.” She bit her lip.
“I don’t think I process pain the same anymore.
It’s like you said. It hurts so good. Every time you did something that should have …
would have hurt under normal circumstances, I interpreted it inside myself as pleasure.
Weird, huh? Like a natural sadist or something. ”
“Perhaps. Perhaps it’s just because it is me.”
“Maybe so. Do you feel hunger?” She reached up to touch the deadly sharp tip of a tooth.
“No. Not at all. This time it was more like … well, eroticism. The desire was like the desire to suck on your sweet little clit. I was dying to do it, but could have resisted and still survived. I wouldn’t be happy, and part of me isn’t, as you can see.
” He touched his tongue to a fang. “But I can certainly survive. Last time, it was a matter of survival. No bones about it. I had to feed. So did you. I’m not certain how long we can continue to do this off each other, but I hope we can.
” He frowned darkly down at her. “If your bite causes that kind of reaction in me, I’m not sure I want to see some other guy getting off on you doing that to him. ”
“One step at a time. Now that we’ve both ‘fed,’ let’s see how long we are able to go before we have to do it again no matter how hard we resist.”
“I’m all for science,” he noted with a chuckle, “but do we hafta?” He affected a little whine, and then gave her a growling little nibble against her neck. “I bet I could make you come if I just bit you and did nothing else at all. That’s exactly what you did to me.”
“Mmm. I bet you could,” she agreed breathily. “I’m beginning to think you could make me come just looking at me the wrong way. Or the right way. Whichever.”
“Well, there’s a theory I’m willing to—”
Nick halted midsentence when the sharp sound of releasing locks came from the doorway. He was off of her body in an instant, jerking the blanket over her for cover as he sat up on the edge of the bed, keeping her behind his body as he faced the opening door.
Raul and the Asshole Twins entered the room.