Chapter 56
Nix
Ahigh-pitched sound leaves my throat.
I tighten my grip around Volik’s horns. And I feel his groan.
Adrenaline and lust twist through my body.
The pull dragging us to the earth releases.
We go weightless for a heartbeat.
Then our momentum ceases as his feet hit the ground.
His grip never loosens. And without so much as a pause, Volik strides forward.
Trees surround us. Dark green pine needles and leaves of varying shades fall from branches.
I twist in his grip, and then I see it. The wall of glass slicing through the front of a hill.
Volik’s house.
The closer we get, the larger the wall appears. It has to be at least ten feet high in the center, tapering down on either side, with a cement lip above and a small patch of cement on the ground in front of the wall.
I’ve heard of houses like this. Seen photos online. But I’ve never been inside an underground home before.
Volik stops at the glass, wraps his fingers around my wrist, then brings my hand down to a small panel beside the door. “Open for my mate.”
Energy tingles across my palm, followed by the click of a lock opening.
“What was that?” I whisper.
Volik steps through the doorway, not having to duck. “Druid magic.”
The magnitude of that answer slips past me as I inhale the scent of Volik’s home.
His minty brightness hovers in the air. Clings to the walls. The floor. The ceiling. Making it all feel… alive.
But I can’t focus on looking around.
I can’t make sense of the soft lights and the walls that look like stone.
I can only see him.
“Volik?”
He pauses his steps. “Yes, Nix?”
“Take me to your bedroom.”
His lids lower. “Yes, Nix.”
I use my grip on his horn and my other hand on his shoulder to pull myself higher.
He helps lift me, and our mouths seal together.
We consume each other.
And Volik jumps.
Just a little way.
I moan against his lips.
We jump again.
Volik turns so it’s his shoulder that slams against the wall.
I smile. He licks the seam of my lips. I open.
We jump again and again.
Then we stop.
Volik lowers me, tossing the bags aside.
His fingers go to the buttons on my shirt, and mine go to his.
Our arms tangle together. Our bodies are too close for this task, but we don’t move apart.
He starts on my jeans.
“Take your pants off.” I shove his hands away from my hips so I can take over.
Volik makes a low sound but does exactly as I ask.
I shrug out of my shirt, discard my bra, and shove my jeans down my legs as I kick off my boots.
I’m left in just my thong when Volik shoves his pants down.
My mouth waters.
He’s wearing nothing underneath.
Volik kicks his clothes away and stands before me naked.
Hard.
His chest is rising and falling.
Our hearts are thudding.
And here, in his home, there’s no reason to hold back.
I want to touch it.
I need to touch it.
I reach for his length.
My fingers wrap around the end of him, and his skin is hot under my touch.
I step closer as I slide my hands down toward the base.
It’s so smooth.
So big.
Hands clamp down on my hips as he hisses. “Nix.”
I glance up at him. His lids are lowered. His muscles are flexed. And gods, he’s so damn sexy.
My mouth opens, and I start to bend.
His eyes widen. “What are you—”
My lips meet the head of his glistening cock.
He growls.
I lick.
He tears through the side of my thong and rips the material away from my body.
Mint fills my nostrils, but the flavor on my tongue…
I close my lips around the head, sucking the beaded drip of his flavor into my mouth.
Dessert coats my tongue.
He tastes like…
I swallow. But I can’t focus.
My ears are buzzing. My jaw feels like it’s pulsing.
Volik reaches over my back, sliding his hand down over my ass. His fingers seek my entrance from behind.
Energy rolls through the room when he discovers my wetness.
I move my tongue against the underside of his cock, wanting to take more of him. Wanting to try. But my jaw is already open wide. And his thickness is already filling so much of my mouth.
One large finger pushes into me.
I moan.
His dick pulses.
More of that delicious flavor coats my tongue.
It’s like eating ice cream.
Volik growls.
The hand between my legs shifts, another grips my side, and then Volik lifts me into the air.
I feel dizzy with need.
It’s like that first time.
Like that very first night.
But now I know.
I know that this vampire is mine.
My arms wrap around Volik’s neck as he presses my back against the smooth, cool surface of the wall.
His endless strength constantly amazes me.
The thick tip of his cock presses against my center.
And even though I want to find out how much of him I can fit in my mouth, I want him there even more.
“Please,” I beg against his lips.
His hips tilt, and our exhales clash as he pushes into me.
I rock with the movement.
I force my core to relax.
I breathe as he stretches me to my limit.
My mouth finds his.
Fingers dig into my hips.
Another hand presses against my chest. Over my heart.
My pulse is racing.
I feel Volik’s cock throb as he fills me. As he keeps pushing deeper.
Power reverberates around us.
My vision goes blurry.
The room starts spinning.
I can’t get enough.
“Volik,” I pant, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. “More.”
My stomach clenches as he goes deeper.
So deep.
I can feel him so deep inside me.
Saliva pools on my tongue.
I’m hungry.
I’m so fucking hungry.
Volik’s chest expands as he inhales. “You smell like orchids.” He pulls his hips back. The drag of his length is pleasurable torture. “But you taste like something else.”
My core clenches around him as my nipples scrape against his chest hair. “What do I taste like?”
“Cherries.” He shoves himself back in. “Your blood. And your slit.”
“You—” I roll my hips, trying to take more of him. “You smell like freshly picked mint.”
I try to remember what his cock tasted like.
It was sweet.
But my thoughts…
“I want…” I clench my core.
Volik holds me in place, my back flush against the wall, as he pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside me. “What do you want, Ma Fleur?”
“I want…” I squirm, my mind fracturing with need. “I want to bite you.”
His chest rumbles.
The room vibrates.
My teeth ache.
Volik drops his head back and to the side, exposing his neck to me.
I tighten my hold around his shoulders, pulling myself closer.
I press my mouth to the side of his throat.
My eyes close.
And… I bite him.
His skin breaks.
He thrusts up, sinking every inch of himself into my body.
And warm vanilla fills my mouth.
I swallow.
He groans.
We both do.
I keep swallowing.
Vanilla syrup coats my tongue. My throat. Mixes with mint as it fills my senses.
Energy buzzes through my body as I swallow another mouthful of Volik’s blood.