Chapter 14 Saskia #3
“No. You look like you’re being infuriating,” I say, digging my nails into his pecs. Leaving marks I didn’t realize I could make. Possession ignites through my spine. Infuriating but mine.
Heat builds between my legs, where his erection presses against me, pulling tight behind my belly button. I arch my hips ever so slightly just to feel the feather-light friction.
Lucan wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing so tightly that if I wasn’t a vampire, I wouldn’t be able to breathe. But I don’t need to breathe nearly as much now, and he pulls my mouth to his.
His kiss is rough, sending a bolt of electricity straight through me, just like before. Becoming a vampire hasn’t made his touch any less igniting. If anything, my body burns for him even more, desperate to explode against him.
I can’t help the moan that escapes me. At the sound, he takes my bottom lip into his mouth and sinks his canines into it. Blood fills my mouth. My blood. It doesn’t taste nearly as good as his, but the sting is a welcome shock to my nervous system.
“Did you like that?” Lucan asks before he soothes my lip with his tongue. When I nod desperately, he doesn’t bite me again but pulls his head back an inch, exposing his own throat. “Make me burn, too. Give it back to me, baby.”
I suck in a sharp breath, the need to take and take almost blinding. His pulse hammers in excitement when I run a finger along the vein across his neck.
“No.”
I know what he’s trying to do: goad me into biting him again.
Give me just enough pain and fill me with just enough rage that I’d be willing to hurt him once more and finish my fill of blood.
All of this teasing and taunting is his careful way of trying to play a game against me to force me to survive. But I can’t fathom surviving like this.
Lucan doesn’t give me time to fathom anything, though. In a flash, he’s up and slamming me against a tree.
Then we’re a fury of undressing—if you can call it that—between kisses. My dress is hiked up around my waist, my underwear ripped and hanging by a thread around one of my hips. His pants are at his knees, his shirt on the forest floor, his bare chest heaving.
The bark digs into my spine as Lucan spreads my legs wide to the point of pain and fills me so quickly the stretch is almost too much.
I cry out, delirious from the pleasure, as my breath is pushed forcefully from my lungs with every punishing thrust. Watching his abs contract as he ruthlessly slides in and out of me brings me so close to the edge that stars shimmer across my vision.
“Lucan,” I moan over the obscene sound of how wet I am. This is primal, dirty.
“Remember, there are no rules here with me, Saskia.”
Lucan tears my dress off, exposing my breasts. Then, burying his head in my chest, he teases my nipples too softly with his tongue before pulling back. With each of his thumbs and forefingers, he pinches them just hard enough to make a moan rumble up my throat.
But not hard enough to make me come.
I claw at his lower back, begging, “More.”
He twists slightly, the pressure in my core building so chaotically, I’m on the verge of the most intense orgasm I know I’ll ever experience.
And then he releases the pain, replacing it with another soothing suck of his warm tongue, and disappointment wrings in my belly.
“I can edge you forever, Saskia. Just build it and build it and never let you come. Like a monster.”
“Destroy me then,” I plead. My mind twists darkly. Another pinch of his fingers, another twist, and he has me right back where I was. On the edge. Wild. Out of my mind. Then he switches to using his canines, stacking feelings one on top of the other with a sharp ache followed by a warm lull.
“Look how fucking beautiful you are,” he says when I arch my hips into him. “My little nightmare. My little vampire.”
Then he takes every sensation back again, and I’m left panting, unable to speak. Of course, only for a second. Because he gives it all back mercilessly.
Slamming his cock into me with one long stroke, he laughs wickedly under his breath, his eyes roving over every part of me.
Again and again, Lucan gives and takes. Until I’m a sweaty, shaking, out-of-breath mess against a tree, whimpering for any sort of release.
“You’re completely wrecked,” he rasps, emotion glimmering in his eyes as they graze up and down my body. “Just like I like you. Now wreck me back. Please, Saskia. Wreck me back.”
This time, I cave to his pleading and sink my fangs into his neck. No thought. No decision. No rules.
Just Lucan’s warm, salty skin against my lips and his blood coating my throat, both of our moans floating into the crisp forest air.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “That hurts so good. Don’t stop.”
Drinking him in, I feel his life force slide down my throat, settle in my stomach, and start to seep into my own bloodstream like we’re becoming one, and my body might combust from the sensation of him inside me in so many different ways.
His entire body tenses, the antibodies in his system working hard to combat my venom.
But I know the feeling, the pleasure in the pain that he’s already given me.
I can’t pull away, knowing through our connection that he doesn’t want me to.
That somehow, this is different than him touching the Wall, because it’s me.
“If you need my blood for the rest of your life, Saskia, it’s yours,” he breathes. “We’re equal now.”
Equal, I think, arching my hips, trying to feel him deeper as I swallow more and more of him. Never imagining how sensual this could be. We’re one.
Like he can still read my mind, he whispers, “I already can’t live without you, and now you can’t live without me. We’re alive, but only together.”
And when we finally come apart, our bodies tremble so hard that the ground quakes.