Chapter 87
Volik
From across the room, I can see the delicate flesh of my mate’s throat thrumming with her pulse.
“Out.” My voice cracks off the walls.
The student stumbles over his feet as he turns and runs for the door, keeping his gaze down the whole time.
As soon as he’s gone, I send out a wave of gravito, slamming the door shut.
I keep a wall of energy against the door, locking it through force.
Nix keeps her neck bent. Keeps her throat offered to me.
But she’s too far away.
And standing next to the desk, she’s visible through the glass in the door. But my spot beside the door, with my back to the wall, is out of view.
Splitting my power, I keep pressure on the door while sending more in the other direction.
To my Flower.
My gravito wraps around her, and I pull her to me.
Our heartbeat is pounding inside our chests, and I do nothing to slow it.
Our need is overwhelming.
Her shoes slide across the floor, and I pull her closer, until her body is pressing into mine.
Her palms flatten on my chest as she arches her back, pressing her stomach against my length. Feeling how hard she makes me.
I grip her ass and squeeze.
“Nixy,” I rasp, as I drag my nose up the side of her neck.
She whimpers as I inhale roughly and groan.
With her blood pumping and with my nose against her skin, I can smell it.
I can smell the cherry juice that runs through her veins.
And I can smell it pooling between her thighs.
Her hands slide up.
To my shoulders.
Up the back of my neck.
Into my hair.
She wraps her fingers around the base of my horns, the sides of her palms against my skull, and when she tightens her hold, it pulls another, deeper groan from my throat.
“Tell me what you need, Mate.” My lips brush against her pulse with each word.
“Hungry.” She tugs on my horns. “Gods, Volik. I’m so hungry.”
I drag my tongue up the side of her throat.
She’s not hungry for food. I watched her eat lunch less than two hours ago.
My Nix is hungry for something else.
“I will feed you.” I promise her. “But you must stay quiet.”
I drag my right hand up her body as I straighten, forcing her to let go of my horns.
We hold eye contact as I glide my hand over her hip. Her waist. I palm her breast through her thin shirt, then move up her neck until my hand is over her mouth. My thumb on one cheek, my fingers on the other as I grip her face.
“Open.”
Nix parts her lips, and I tilt my hand, pushing the spot between my thumb and pointer finger into her mouth.
“Bite.”
Her lids start to lower as she applies pressure.
The tips of her fangs pierce my skin.
I flex my fingers against her soft cheek.
She sinks her fangs farther into my flesh.
“Suck.”
Nix does.
My body vibrates.
And when she swallows her first mouthful of blood, my patience snaps.
Keeping her fangs deep in my hand, I use my hold on her and twist her around. Then I pull her back so she’s tight against my front.
And, because I need her to do it again, I growl.
Quietly.
Low.
Just for her.
Directed at her.
And she does it.
She tips her head to the side.
Nix offers herself to me.
And I sink my fangs into her neck.
Her body shudders.
My eyes close.
And the sweet taste of cherries floods my mouth.
She moans as she continues to drink.
I take small sips. Just enough to keep her flavor on my tongue.
I could get lost in the taste of her. But I remind myself where we are.
Remind myself that I am the only thing keeping the door shut.
But even if I have to focus, Nix does not.
And I am not letting her out of this room until she’s satisfied.
While she sucks on my right hand, my left hand travels down her side, around to her front.
I slide it up, inside her shirt, feeling her perfectly smooth skin.
She moans.
I slide my hand farther up, then inside her bra.
When I pluck at a nipple, she moans again.
Nix grinds her ass back against me, but she’s so short compared to me that my cock is pressed into her lower back.
Her next moan is filled with frustration.
Without removing my fangs from her throat, I shush her.
I give her nipple another tug, then I slide my hand down. And down.
I want to drag this out.
I want to stuff her full of my cock.
But I want to go home to do that.
So right now, I am concentrating on speed.
I undo the button on her jeans. Then the zipper.
She wiggles and squirms.
I push my hand into her pants. Into her panties.
And I find her soaking wet.
The purr that rolls out of me is impossible to contain.
My mate is soaking wet. For me.
I move so my feet are on the outside of hers, then I bend my knees and line up our bodies.
If I cannot fuck her, I will grind against her.
Nix moans when I drag a slick finger over her clit.
I do it again.
And again.
Taking one last swallow, I pull my fangs free from her flesh and push my middle and ring fingers into her entrance.
Her muscles squeeze. And something that sounds like a whine comes out of her chest.
“We must be quick.” I lick up the two drops of blood that form as my bite mark seals itself. “You need to come, Mate.”
I push my fingers deeper. I rub my palm against her clit. And then I close my eyes and focus.
My hand heats against her mound.
I apply a small amount of gravito, suctioning her flesh to my palm.
Then I purr.
I purr, and I push the vibrations down my arm. Through my hand.
Her fangs slip from my hand as Nix throws her head back against my shoulder.
“Hurry.” I groan, rubbing my cheek against hers. “Give me what I want.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her tight.
“Volik.” She arches her back, moaning. Then she reaches up to where I’m curled over her shoulder and grips my horns again. “Oh. Fuck.”
She tugs harder.
I tip my head forward.
And when she starts to clench.
When I can feel her about to tip.
I lightly drag the sharp tips of my fangs down the side of her neck.
Her grip pulses around my horns.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers.
And her clit throbs against my palm.
I keep going.
I keep taking.
And only when she starts to tremble do I let up.
Nix slumps against me, panting from the intensity.
My dick is still achingly hard.
Still in desperate need of more.
But my girl is sated. And that is enough.
I kiss her temple, my own breath heavy. Then I drag my hand up and out of her panties and lift it to my mouth.
Nix drops her hands from my horns and turns to face me as I push my fingers into my mouth.
My eyes close at the taste of her release.
Fingers open my pants.
I open my eyes.
And I watch Nix sink to her knees.
She tips her head back, looking up at me as she tugs down the front of my pants.
“You do not have to.” I am speaking the truth, but my voice is thick with lust.
“I need to.” Nix struggles to get my dick free. “Volik, I need to. Help me.”
My body thrums with her honesty.
She is telling the truth.
She needs to.
I pull my cock out of my pants, and her hands immediately encircle it.
My head falls back against the wall with a thud.
Nix strokes my length.
Base to tip. Both hands together.
She strokes. And I have to focus on not shaking the building.
Getting caught like this would be bad.
So I have to fo—
Lips wrap around the tip of my cock.
Just the tip.
And my head tilts forward.
On her knees, with her neck stretched up and my cock pointed down, Nix sucks on the tip.
She strokes my length. She sucks the tip. And she licks. Swallowing every drip that leaks out of me.
Nix moans.
Her eyes roll back, and I wonder if my arousal tastes like vanilla, matching my blood, same as hers.
Nix opens her mouth wider, licking more of me.
And I cannot take another second.
I need to know…
I need to try…
Reaching down, I grip her head in my hands, holding her still. Then I push my hips forward.
I shove the whole fat head of my cock into her mouth.
It was a tight fit before. And now…
She tries to open her mouth wider.
She struggles to keep her fangs off me.
But it’s impossible.
My dick takes up all the room.
And her fangs sink into my cock.
I groan and tighten my hold on her head.
Nix looks up at me with wide, worried eyes.
But she shouldn’t be worried. Not about me.
My dick throbs.
I have to fight to speak. And my voice still scrapes out like gravel. “Suck.”
Her cheeks hollow.
Warm blood coats the head of my cock inside her mouth.
“Nixy—” I try to warn her. Try to prepare her.
But she moans as she swallows. And I’m done.
Holding her still, I grunt as my release pours across her tongue.