Chapter 23 #3
My hand braced myself against the wall as I found my peak, my cum running down her throat, some spilling from her mouth and down her chin.
I didn’t pull away as I peered down at her, trying to catch my breath.
Her head was pressed against the wall, so it wasn’t as if she could move.
I held her there, her deep blue eyes peering up at me, my cock still shoved down her throat as she swallowed around me.
Releasing one of her wrists, I held the other against the wall. “Pull the dagger out of my thigh, Cora, and I’ll let you get a full breath in.”
Her hand rose up my leg until she hit the blade, but I didn’t break my gaze from hers as she found the hilt and pulled it from my flesh. My teeth ground together so as to not make any noise aside from a sharp inhale.
I pulled out of her mouth, tucking myself back into my pants, and examining the small blade now coated in my blood.
“Do not move,” I commanded, taking the blade from her.
She sank down, her knees bent, butt landing on her heels, knees spread while she caught her breath.
I knew my leg would heal in the next few moments without intervention, but I didn’t care about that as I squatted down in front of her. “Give me your wrist.”
She stared at me, hesitant, but I didn’t give her another option as I yanked her wrist from her lap, locked eyes with her, and sank my fangs into the creamy skin. She gasped, her lips parted and eyes wide as she watched me drink from her, sucking eagerly at every bit I could get.
They said the neck and thighs were the intimate spots to drink from, but nothing had ever felt more intimate than staring into her eyes while she allowed this to happen.
I slowly pulled away, licking the puncture wounds so they’d close immediately, and buried any of those feelings—they had no place here.
“Payment to heal the wound you so brutally inflicted, Princess,” I told her as I licked any remaining blood from my lips. I held the dagger in front of her face and smirked. “Clean it.”
Her head snapped back, momentary shock on her face before she schooled her features. “Fuck you. I’m not licking your blood from a blade, Cedar.”
I chuckled. “You will, because I told you to.”
Reaching back, I grabbed both of her messy braids again and yanked her head back with one hand, while the other held the blade gently against her throat.
Caressing would’ve been a good word for it if we were truly lovers, and not just members of a group with ample opportunity and urges that matched so well.
When it came to this? We matched perfectly.
She gave me everything I wanted and more in a way no female ever had been able or willing to do, and as I held a blade to her throat, I could smell her becoming even more aroused.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being the shifter's perfect little whore? Like me fucking you in the dirty, dark alley? Where anyone could happen upon us, even your master's lapdog?” Her eyes squeezed shut and she tried to close her legs, but I shoved a knee in between them so she couldn’t.
She wasn’t taking that scent from me. “What do you think he’d say if he could see you now?
Do you think he’d take you back? Rescue you from my evil clutches? Do you think he’d save you, Princess?”
“No,” she whispered. “He wouldn’t.”
“You’re right, but I wouldn’t either, so who am I to judge harshly?” I placed the tip of the blade against her bottom lip. “Now, open for me, Cora, and clean off your weapon like a good little slut.”
She stared up at me, her hands on her thighs, as her lips parted and her tongue dipped out to lick along the tip of the blade. Slow, cautious, she licked away the evidence like a cat. Once it was finally clean, I looked it over as if I were inspecting it.
“Better?” she whispered.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that her question produced. Flipping the dagger around, I pressed the base of the hilt against her heat, and even over her tights she let out a gasp.
I pressed the metal against her again and she let out a breathy moan.
“Fuck, Princess. If we weren’t pressed for time, I’d rip these tights of yours apart and lick you until you were a whimpering mess.
However, we don’t have time. So instead, you’re going to walk around the rest of the night with the evidence of just how you felt running down your thighs for every vampire to scent, and when they do? ”
I leaned in and ran my tongue from the base of her neck all the way up her throat and along her jaw.
She stared at me, wide-eyed. “When they scent you, they’ll smell me there too.
Ready and waiting for them to make a move so I can rip their throats out and offer you their hearts for trying to touch my favorite little whore. ”
“Do you have more than one? To make me the favorite?” she asked, her voice more confident now, bringing a smile to my face.
“I only keep the sassy little vixens who stab me in the midst of choking on my cock, Princess. So you’re safely at the top of the list.” I kissed along her jaw before handing her back her dagger to slide into her boot, and then helped her from the ground.
“Now, let’s go kill some Court of Wolves imposters. ”