Chapter 15 #3
As if he'd been reading her mind but she thought instead he was judging his size to hers even as she scrabbled to get his pants off.
"I don't care," she said, and that wasn't true, so she tried again. "I'll risk it. I want you."
He stood, then, already naked to the waist, and kicked off the boots he still wore, then tore off the pants as if they offended him by being between them.
He wore nothing under them, just clean skin and a fringe of dark hair, not at all what she'd expect given how hirsute the males were, and then the cock got all her attention.
His glorious, enormous, ragingly hard cock. Eight inches, she thought, at least, and maybe thick around as her wrist. She almost panicked at the thought and promised herself she wouldn't measure, wouldn't freak out, wouldn't do anything but offer herself to the lover she'd chosen.
She lay back on the bed and pulled the tank over her head.
Bare, her breasts caught the unforgiving overhead light.
His eyes riveted on them and he stepped forward, not asking this time, cupping them lightly in hands that could so easily end her life and instead touched her as if he were afraid of breaking her.
He bent his head and lapped at them, bit them, and Cassi had an instant to panic when the needle sharp bite came, but it was over before she could say anything, before she could scream or try to run, and he was suckling on it, sucking her breast hard and playing with the other, his head on her chest, his hands on her breast. In her hair. Between her legs.
He finished drinking and lay her back on the bed, tenting her knees as he drew his fingers along her slick hot folds, touching her, breathing her in, before he slid two fingers up inside her and Cassi found herself coming harder than she could ever remember from that touch alone.
She writhed on the bed, feeling the pulsing expand and grow more intense with every touch until she wanted to cry out, tell him it's too much and beg him to stop.
She didn't and the last mind shattering orgasm ripped through her just before he knelt on the bed, between her legs, pushing her back and up the bed and laying down so the tip of his cock rested just inside her.
His eyes locked on hers. "Are you sure?"
And Cassi nodded.
His flesh was cold. That was one of the things she noticed. When she ran her hands over his chest, it wasn't just the muscle or the slick, silk feel of his skin, the zero body fat, the lush muscle.
It wasn't just where they were, because the room was warm enough. It wasn't taking his clothes off. His skin was cold to the touch. Enough that at first touch she'd pulled back, surprised.
Now as he thrust inside her, his erection thick and hard and filling her up, she realized why he was so cold and with a start, wondered if she was dreaming or if she'd hallucinated to get herself here.
She was fucking the Vampyren. This wasn't what she'd come here to do. He wasn't who she'd been looking for.
But everything felt right. Except the cold. The chill, blue cold of his flesh. She mouthed the word Vampire to herself and resolved not to worry about it.
Seconds later he looked down into her eyes, his own eyes asking a question she didn't want to answer. But every time he thrust his hips she found new heights, her nerves singing, the sweet friction building until she wanted to cry out, wanted to sink her teeth into his flesh –
And realized that's what he needed to do to her.
She read the question there. Knew that without it, he would never come. He'd only be able to satiate her. To leave her limp with pleasure and himself tense and aching.
She nodded her submission before she could think the better of it.
This time he didn't ask if she were sure.
One quick needle bite and the pain screamed into pleasure.
Cassi let her head fall back and she screamed, her heels beating out a rhythm on the bed as his fangs dug into her throat, not tearing, not ripping, not leaving her a bloody mass of hamburger like so many of his brothers did.
It was clean, neat, nearly surgical, as if he had simply cut her with a small, small blade.
Her pleasure increased a hundred times over. Her clit throbbed, hard and pleasured with the friction of his pumping erection moving in and out, so huge he rubbed on every part of her, so long he seated himself to the hilt with every thrust.
She cried out sharply and he moaned into the sound, his mouth coming down over hers, still spicy and metallic with her blood.
It should have gagged her but she ignored it, feeling his tongue in her mouth again, the pleasure of him inside her, the warmth blooming in his skin until he tipped his head back and roared, jetting into her, filling her with hot seed.
She had warmed him. The thought echoed in her mind as her own orgasm took her, leaving her a throbbing, aching, delirious mess of joy.
Then the world and everything in it began to fade and Cassi opted to go with it, just for a little while.
She closed her eyes and let the world fade to black.