by K. F. Breene
Starting slow, she gently kissed between his pecs, making the touches light and teasing. She lightly played with his nipple, knowing men liked it almost as much as women. She sucked it as her hands tickled down his stomach, flowing to the side to barely touch the edges of his pubic area.
His breath caught.
Smiling, she gave some attention to the other nipple as her fingers danced along his thighs before coming back up, passing a little closer to his balls and large erection.
“Oh,” he groaned, his voice soaked with desire.
She worked her way down his deliciously bumpy stomach, so defined and cut it made her mouth water. Her fingers did another pass, even closer. His breath hitched again. His fingers twitched before grabbing the sheets on the bed. He was probably doing everything in his power not to grab fistfuls of her hair and force her head lower.
She licked down his happy trail then rose up a little, letting the tip of her tongue touch the very tip of his erection.
“No, Ann. No. This is not—that’s fucked up, Ann. Just suck on it. I don’t like torture.”
She clamped down on a giggle, noticing his fists pulling the sheet away from the mattress. Charles was under extreme duress.
Payback was a bitch.
She wet her lips and lightly kissed down the underside of his cock, wetness and warmth barely touching sensitive skin. At the base, she applied a little more pressure with her tongue while lightly stroking his balls. His hips rose up, forcing his erection up toward her, but she backed off.
“I hate you,” he whispered, strain lacing his voice.
She couldn’t stop the giggle this time.
“Chicks don’t do this to dudes, Ann. We can’t handle it.”
“I want to hear you beg. I want repayment.”
“And dudes definitely don’t beg.”
“Dudes, chicks—what are you, Californian?”
“Disgruntled, actually. Suck it. Just suck it down.” He was almost whining. His head was pushed into the pillow with his eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. Every muscle on his body was flexed, giving her an impressive display.
She wet her lips again before taking him in one deep gulp, relaxing her throat and taking him all the way in. She sucked hard as she pulled back, taking him to that strange line between pleasure and pain, where it hurt so damn good, but where fear fired the body’s pistons, not sure if adrenaline would be needed in a moment to fight the pain.
“Ohhh, oh… oh fu… oh ga…” Charles’ arms lifted. Sheets tore away from the bed in a show of muscle.
Instead of sucking him back in, though, she lightly blew on the wetness she’d created.
“No. No! Oh fuck, no, please Ann. Don’t do that.” Charles arched back, pulling the clutched sheets to his chest now, utterly ruining the makeup of the bedclothes and showing the dingy mattress beneath them.
She didn’t need to see that last bit.
“Are you sure, Charles?” She blew again before tickling his tip with her tongue lightly. “You want me to stop?”
“Do not stop, woman.”
“Then ask me nicely to suck your cock.”
“Oh please. Please, please. Please suck my cock, Ann. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Want your car washed? Hair washed? Daily screws? Me dancing around in a tutu? Fucking anything. Please, Ann.”
Ann had to take a moment to stare in confusion, a smile taking over her lips. Carwash? Tutu? She’d broken his brain.
Giggling again because of his colorful begging, but knowing that it counted as begging, she did as he asked, and sucked him in again. This time she loosened the suction as she pulled back, all pleasure. Hand at his base, other hand massaging his balls, she took him in again, starting a slow rhythm. It didn’t take long for his hips to start pumping up into her, though. Needing it faster. Harder.
She increased her tempo, her hands in sync with the pumping of her mouth, taking him deep before sucking as she pulled back. She matched the pace of his hips and then sped up when he did, taking his cues.
“I’m going to come, Ann. Get ready or get out of the way!”
Ann kept going, ready and willing. He gave a loud, long moan, signaling his release. She took him down easy, easing up as his muscles started to unclench. After a quick wipe with the back of her hand, she kissed his stomach softly, working up his body, aiming for his neck.
She was going to do it. She was going to establish a connection with him that would never go away.
Oh God, she was nervous.
She settled over his body and lightly kissed up the vulnerable, soft skin. She licked over his hot pulse.
“Are you ready?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“I should be inside you when we do this. It feels better that way.”
“Can you get hard again?”
Charles tsked. “Who the hell are you talking to—can I get hard again? I am the man with the magical dick! I can always get hard again. It might kill me after that fucking awesome blowjob, which should win an award by the way, but yeah, I can handle this. Just give me a minute.”
Smiling into his neck, she kissed him softly and moved her wetness over his manhood slowly, helping him back to life.
“Kiss me, baby” Charles commanded softly.
Goosebumps raced across her skin with the term of endearment. But she didn’t move up that way. She knew how weird guys were about swallowing and then deep kissing. Not that she blamed them, entirely. That stuff was not awesome.
“Should I brush my teeth?” she asked quietly, running her hands up his arms as she laid on his chest.
“I’ve been in the trenches. Not really my cup of tea, but it can really harden you, that’s for sure. Come up here.”
Ann shook her head with a smile, lifting so that she rested her lips over his.
“Besides, complaining when you went above and beyond is ungrateful.” He kissed her lips, running his hands up her back. “I really care about you, Ann. You are one of my favorite people.”
“You aren’t one of mine. I’m just after your body,” Ann whispered, kissing down his neck again.
“Join the club.” Charles pushed upward before pulling his hips back, rubbing his length against her wetness. “Hmmm, that’s better. Not long now.”
Ann’s eyes drifted closed and her head sank, her cheek resting against his, as the sensation spiraled through her body. “Don’t you get tired of sex without feeling?”
Charles stilled for a moment, his body tensing slightly. “Yes. I was at that point before you seduced me. Just… bored.”
“Seduced you? I flat out told you I wanted to screw you.”
“I know. Seduced me.”
“So you have a new lay for now. What’ll happen when you get bored again?”
Charles shifted his upper body, leaning away from her kisses. He didn’t take his cock away from her sex though. Clearly there were limits to how far he was willing to go to get away from an uncomfortable conversation.
“Honestly… I don’t think I will. I mean, I might, but it’ll take a while, because you give great head, and you have great breasts, you’re uncommonly beautiful, and you’re a real bitch, which I like. It’ll take a long time to get bored of you…”
“Such sweet words. Shakespeare’s got nothing on you.”
“I know. I study.” Charles shifted back, moving close again. “I could give you most of what you’re after, Ann. I know you want kids and a stable man and a house—I can give you all that.”
“You’d have sex with some other woman, and then come home with her sweat and kisses on your body.” Ann shivered, pain seeping into her. “To me, that says you want someone else. That I’m not good enough. It’s a cultural thing. I know that you can separate family from dick swinging, as Jonas calls it, and that almost your entire culture does it. But I can’t. It would kill me to know you want to be with someone else.”
“Sasha once zapped a female who got too close to the Boss. She was about to do worse, but I stopped her. I get i
t, I just…”
“Don’t want to be castrated by it.”
“Yikes.” Charles shivered. “I was going to say imprisoned. You’re a scary bitch. Which I also like.”
Charles angled her face to his and kissed her, deep and sensual. He ran his hardness up her sex again before reaching down to cup her butt. He angled up, reaching between them to guide himself into her opening. “Your possessiveness turns me on.”
Ann sighed as he filled her, then winced. “Be gentle. I’m sore.”
“And so damn tight.” Charles entered her mouth with his tongue, holding himself deep in her body.
“I wasn’t being possessive, I was telling you I couldn’t share you.”
“Then used the word castration. Hmm, Ann. Sassy.” He held her tightly to his chest and pulled out slowly, before just as slowly, pushing back in again.
The topical pain made her wince even as the deeper pleasure had her eyes fluttering. He worked slowly, overcoming her body’s protests little by little. When the pain had begun to subside, and things were starting to heat up, Ann pushed herself up and astride him.
“Okay, so…” She rocked her hips forward, feeling his girth rub against her insides just right. “We do this until the need to suck on your neck overcomes me?”
Charles braced his hands on her hips, held her firmly, and then pumped up into her. Their bodies met with a sinful smack.
“Oh God,” she breathed, rolling her hips in a circle. He did it again, pumping into her with a hard thrust.
“Oh…” She started gyrating on top of him, letting him lift her and pull her back down as he thrust upwards. Her movements had him hitting all the right places as he jarred the pleasure deeper.
Her motions became frantic. His thrusts grew more intense.
“When you get near orgasm, take it then,” he panted, thrusting upward.
“Will you… take more… of mine?”
“That’d make the connection deeper. So only if you want to.”
Ann’s eyes fluttered as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his pecs. Eyes closed, pleasure soaking up into her body, she whispered, “I want to.”
“Then you can take my blood sooner, and I’ll take yours right near climax.”
Ann suspected that, based on his choice of when to take and receive, giving must feel better than taking. Unlike so many men she’d been with, she was sure Charles would always abstain if it meant she’d get the better deal.
She leaned down over his body, her bare chest on his. Her taut nipples rubbed against his smooth skin, tingling more pleasure into her. She licked up the hot skin on his neck, rested her lips against his pounding pulse, and ripped into him with her teeth.
A strange, primal energy took over her. Her magic rolled up, smelling blood and connecting that with the brutality of ripping through flesh. A thrill went through her as she licked at his life’s blood. Green magic wafted around them, her body wanting to change. To let the wild animal within her maul him, to rip and tear.
Breathing deeply, out of control, Ann rose up, her hands pressing down on his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the mattress. The beginning of a growl vibrated in her throat. The magic around her intensified, caught in the odor of blood. Thinking of a fresh kill and of his sex within her.
Mate.
A weight settled on her chest, heavy and intense. Needy. Desire flooded her senses. The need to possess overcame her, manifesting physically. Her animal was taking the lead.
She scratched up his shoulders and bent back to his neck. Her body squeezed his cock as she gyrated, slow and deep. She ripped into his neck a little more, wild and raw. The hot liquid tumbled over her tongue and lit up her senses.
“Holy shit!” Charles jolted, his hands clutching her tighter. His thrusting stopped. His body went still.
Languid in the way of a mountain lion, she moved over him, squeezing his manhood tight as she stroked him with her body. Her fingers entwined in his hair. Her teeth kept contact with his skin, the equivalent of her fangs on his jugular. Her animal held the power. The control.
She sucked down his blood, feeling his magic saturate her. Colors blasted behind her eyes. Her sex tingled in fierce desire.
She moved faster, working roughly at his neck. Wildly. Her hips swung up and back, graceful but deep movements, commanding him.
He still hadn’t moved. His breathing became laborious. His hands clutched her so tightly they would leave bruises.
It only heightened her pleasure.
She took one more long draw, hearing his moan deep in his chest before feeling him shudder under her. He’d just orgasmed, but as she licked at the wound in his skin, not slowing, she could feel his cock still maintaining its hardness, not softening in the slightest.
Wildness still in control, in a mating dance now and unable to stop it, she climbed off him, moving beside him on the bed. She got onto all fours, presenting herself. Wanting her mate to take her like she’d just taken him.
Charles rolled to his hands and knees almost immediately, somehow knowing what she needed. His large hand ran from the bottom of her spine to the top, applying pressure as it did so. Gently he pushed her upper half down.
She resisted, making him use his strength against hers, firing up his primal side and his need to dominate during a mating. The second push was forceful and filled with power, as he took charge.
She moaned as his hard length seared into her. Hands on her hips, he bore down, thrusting into her as he pulled back, consuming her with pleasure. Making her grunt in ecstasy with each hard thrust.
His hand clenched her shoulder before raising her up as he leaned over. He pushed her head to the side and bit, ripping into her neck.
“Ahhh.” She sucked in a breath through her teeth, excitement coursing through her veins with this large male taking her roughly.
He sucked in. The pull at her neck reached all the way to her sex. Bliss pooled in her core. Erotic pleasure tore through her senses. Raw, uninhibited lust stole her breath.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He thrust harder, taking her power and using it perfectly. Holding her tightly, trapping her to his body, she was at his mercy. He drew on her neck and pumped into her, crazy and reckless.
Her ardor rose. Her heart pounded. “Yes, Charles!” she yelled, lost to the exquisite sensations.
As his magic shocked through her system, a hard orgasm tore through her consciousness. Waves of pleasure crashed over her. She trembled and shook with the feelings, overcome.
Charles shook behind her, moaning with his release.
In the aftermath, all they did was breathe for a second. Hard, ragged breaths. A drop of blood trickled down her throat. Their bodies were slick where they touched.
“Are you okay?” Charles asked into the quiet.
“Very. Are you? I sorta… lost the human side of me for a while.”
She could feel him shaking his head. “I have never… That was… There are going to be a lot more of my kind fucking your kind, I’ll tell you right now. So hot, Ann. I’ve never had anything like it. It was like you spoke directly to the part of me that is distinctly not human. More primal than if I was just with one of my kind, too. Just… wild. Fuck that was good.”
“Can you go again?”
His breath hitched. She felt him deflate a little. “Yeah. If you want. I just… I need some time. And to lay down. But I can get there. Just give me a moment.”
Ann laughed and wiggled out of his strong arms. “Just kidding! I’m tired.”
“Oh thank fuck.” Charles sighed and smoothed the sheets on her side. Apparently, he didn’t mind sleeping on a dingy mattress, because he wasn’t getting up to remake the bed. “I had some doubts about getting hard again. Couldn’t admit that, though.”
“Ego?”
“Obviously. You can’t call your dick magical if it doesn’t work miracles.”
Ann laughed again and snuggled into him. She vaguely felt his supreme satisfaction. “How quickly doe
s the link take?”
“I can feel your emotions, so apparently no time at all. Barely there, but that’ll get stronger. Now, shhh. The light is peeping through the window. I need to sleep before anyone shows up that I might have to kill.”
She should’ve been worried. Or terrified. But all Ann felt as Charles’ arm came around her was a profound safety. Mate.
Chapter Eight
Charles woke with a start. Daylight streamed in through the windows, lighting up the whole room. Ann was curled up next to him, her head on his chest, her breath deep and even.
A pulse of pain throbbed through his body.
Someone was there.
Charles yanked his arm out from around Ann and hopped up, running to the window nearest the door.
“Wha—” Ann was standing a moment later, pulling on her clothes. Charles felt fear and wariness through their link. The emotions were soft; it would take longer and a few more blood offerings to establish a potent link, but they were there. And damned if they weren’t comforting for reasons he couldn’t explain.
Charles glanced out the window. In the driveway stood three large men, all wearing suits. One of them swatting at his chest and arms where small points of pain should be spreading across his skin. He’d activated the spell and the others were watching in confusion, not sure what the problem was.
All three of them were human.
“Ann, get in the bathroom.”
“Are they just in the front?” she asked, moving quickly.
“For now, yes. Men in suits, probably come to check on why we’re here.”
“You’re naked by the way.”
He didn’t bother glancing down. “Won’t matter.”
As the spell withered away, the man stopped swatting himself. He looked around, confusion plain on his face. He said something to the others, but all Charles could make out was the drum of voices. They lingered for a moment longer, the first man brushing invisible dirt off his front, before they all started up the driveway again.
