Chapter 15 #2
Willing my head back up, I forced my eyes open with an urge to watch him. If his arms looked glorious simply flexing, they looked majestic holding his weight while he fucked me. The stylized wolf tattoo on his right forearm seemed to animate, its jaw opened with canines bared, opening and closing.
“This what you needed, vamp?” Harkin teased, his canines biting the air in front of me. “My wolf cock?”
Of course, Harkin talked dirty because that only added to my desire for him.
As I dug my nails into the back of his head and releasing my fangs, I leveled my gaze with his. “Shut up and keep fucking me.”
We grinned.
Harkin sunk into me with abandon now, moving his hands to cup my ass, lifting me from the table on each thrust. Sweat beaded his skin, and I licked it from his shoulders, his cheeks, and forehead. Vampires didn’t sweat. For the gods’ sake, I even missed sweat.
Vampires could never give me this. It was a desire that had long since rooted itself in me from my birth as a shifter.
Not only could Harkin provide for me, but he was Alpha.
He could make me remember what it was like to shift even if I couldn’t.
He could make the vampire side of me a part of our rising cataclysmic dynamic.
The tightening sensation rose in my stomach, his claiming thrusts pushing me closer to the edge.
He adjusted again, the girth of him pushing against that sweet spot buried deeper in me than it had been as a shifter.
Somehow, he’d still found it. Somehow, he’d still reached it.
The euphoria took me by mind-blowing and sudden surprise.
I cried out, wrapping my arms around Harkin’s neck because I needed something to hold on to, to ground me.
I was still shaking through my release, my pussy tightening more around him. He pressed his nose against my nape, inhaling me. “I want to knot you so fuckin’ bad.”
My stomach fluttered, imagining what that’d be like. How his bite would feel in tandem with it all.
“Then do it, Harkin. I want you. I want all of it,” I said, rushed and breathy.
Harkin traced his teeth over my neck. “It’s not about that. Not that simple.”
“How simpler can it be than my asking you?”
A frustrated growl echoed in Harkin’s chest. He leaned back and grabbed my chin, his thumb claw lightly pressing into my cheek. “Be happy with me inside you right now, Rory. Can you do that for me?” His languid strokes sped up again, but he didn’t let go of my face.
I didn’t want to settle for it, but also realized he had to have his reasons.
Nodding, I pressed my nails between his shoulder blades and slowly dragged down the length of his back. “Then you better fill me to the brim, Alpha.”
Vampires couldn’t get pregnant. We both understood that.
Snarling, Harkin kept my face captive in his grasp as he pumped in and out of me.
His balls slapped against my ass, a cinch forming in his brow.
We never looked away from each other, not even when Harkin found his release, spilling in spurts inside me.
His spine stiffened, and even with his body going taut from his climax, he still managed not to let his claws break my skin.
Once he came down, he pulled my mouth to his, lightly skirting his tongue over my lips. It should have felt strange to be kissed that way, but I adored it because it reminded me of when he licked my cheek in wolf form. Had that realistically been our first kiss?
“You sure know how to show a gal a good time.” I teased, tracing the hair covering his stomach. “Fucking her in a shed full of sharp, creepy weapons.”
Harkin smirked as he glanced around at the hooks swaying lightly in the breeze. “Figured it’d suit you just fine.”
The sun’s lull tugged at my bones, but I ignored it for now.
“I meant everything I said, Harkin.”
He kissed my forehead and parted the hair that’d fallen over my eyes behind my ear. “Me too. Strange to think we could’ve been doin’ this decades ago under different circumstances.”
“Nah,” I mused, nudging his hip with my knee. “You weren’t alpha yet.”
Harkin, still stiff inside me thrust once, hard. “And you were probably way brattier back then.”
I grunted and smiled, all fang and happiness. “Way, way brattier.” With my cheek on his arm, I ran my fingers over the three long gash marks on his back.
“You’re curious how I have those scars when we can heal, aren’t you?”
“Such an intuitive wolf you are.”
Harkin chuckled. “It’s from when I fought and won the right to be alpha. Any wounds we take, whether we’re the winner or loser, will never heal. It’s a trophy, or a reminder.”
“I guess that’s rather poetic. For shifters, anyway.” Sighing because the sun was relentless, I groaned and shoved my head into Harkin’s chest. “I need to get back to the cellar.”
“Yeah, we’re cuttin’ it a little close, sweetheart.” Harkin patted my thigh as he dragged out of me, the emptiness he left behind making me sulk. Still ever the gentleman, he helped me to the floor and snatched my pants from the hook with a snarky grin.
We were smiles and stolen glances as we dressed ourselves. Recalls of the salacious moments we had in a hunting shed were still fresh in our minds.
“It’d be faster if you did your vamp flashy thing you do. I’ll shift. You good with that?” Harkin asked once we were outside.
“Anything to see you naked again.”
He looked down at his clothes and rolled his eyes at himself. “Not sure why I bothered to get dressed.”
I swiveled my hips. “My feminine sensibilities, I’m sure.”
Harkin eyed me devilishly before he tore down his pants, shifting into his wolf form before I could get another peek.
The bastard. He then bolted through the woods.
I was quick to follow him, but he was much faster.
By the time I’d reached his front porch, Harkin stood there naked, waiting for me.
Even partially flaccid, his dick was still something to behold.
In a woozy stupor from expending so much energy, I stumbled toward his front door, smiling and pointing at his hips. “You have an amazing cock, Harkin.”
“Come on, Apex, let’s get you tucked in,” he replied, chuckling and scooping me into his arms.
The last thing I remembered after scooting under the covers and hoisting them to my nose was Harkin’s steady weight pressing behind me. His arm curled around my front like a protective, big bear. He kissed my hair and whispered, “We’ll figure this out. Promise.”