by Kyle, Celia
“Would you like for it to be a dream?”
“Only if I never wake up,” she replied, her voice smooth and tender. Underneath her skin, the electricity of their bond crackled, as tangible and real as anything she had ever felt. If only she had known she was Deo’s true beloved, if only she hadn’t been terrified of ruining their friendship… they had wasted so much time.
“If this were a dream, I’d make sure of that,” Deo continued, navigating through the maze of corridors until he found the ornamented double door leading into Cora’s bedroom. He stopped her for a moment, looked into her eyes, and offered her one of his smiles. “But this is real, Cora. I’m here, you’re here… and we’re together.”
“And that’s everything I could’ve wished for,” she whispered, dragging her teeth across her bottom lip as Deo nudged one of the doors open with the tip of his shoe. Slowly, he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind them, the shadows rushing to meet them. The faint glow of a full moon filtered through the partially drawn curtains, bathing the room in a discrete golden glow. It was enough for her to make out the lust in his eyes and the gentle curve of his smile, but not enough for her to worry about feeling exposed once the clothes came off. After all, there could be no doubt about it—sooner or later, the clothes would definitely come off.
Gently, Deo put her down, her heels clicking as they touched the floor. She kicked them off to a corner without a moment’s hesitation and then placed both her hands on his chest. Her fingertips caressed the contour of his chest and then went down to feel the ridges and grooves of his abs. Even though the fabric of his shirt remained a barrier, it was more than obvious that Deo had the kind of body designed to drive women insane. Even if the woman in question was a siren, one whose powers existed with the sole purpose of driving men to the brink of madness.
“Go on,” he told her, his voice brimming with lust. “We don’t have to run away from what we want anymore. We belong together.”
“Yes,” she muttered, her heart beating so fast it felt like the damn thing was about to pop. Pursing her lips, she brought her hands up to his collar and worked at unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest inch by slow inch. Her eyes widened as she finally saw the contour of his muscles, each one of them so perfect she was tempted to believe a master sculptor had chiseled Deo’s body into existence. Once she was done with the final button, she untucked his shirt and then pushed it down his shoulders, the fabric gently caressing his strong arms before finally landing at his feet. By Poseidon, to say he was hot would be putting it mildly.
“Let me return the favor.” A vicious grin spread across his lips. Placing one hand on her hip, he took a step forward and pushed her back until she was against the wall. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he took both his hands to her shoulders and pushed the fabric of her dress down, revealing the rising curve of her breasts and the contour of her corset. “I can’t believe we’ve never done this before.”
“That makes for two of us.” Breathing hard, her skin prickled as the fabric of her dress slid down her body. It ended up bunched up around her waist and, with nothing but a quick tug, Deo forced it to fall down her legs. She stepped out of the pile of fabric and took one deep breath, doing her best to steady herself. She stood in front of Deo, the vampire and man she had always wanted, wearing nothing but her lace corset and thong. She felt exposed and, at the same time, more excited than she had ever been in her entire life.
Before she knew what she was doing, her hand darted out to between his legs, and she flattened her palm against the hard shape straining against his trousers. She wrapped her fingers around his hardness, holding her breath as she realized just how big he was, and her knees buckled under her weight. In that moment, her subconscious mind screamed at her to get down on her knees and taste his manhood in the most savage of ways.
“I don’t think so.” Placing two fingers under her chin, Deo stopped her from kneeling in front of him. In his lips, that lustful grin still danced. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes, and then leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “There’s so much I want to do to you before we get to that, Cora.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s exactly so,” he whispered against her lips, using the tip of his tongue to pry them open. She closed her eyes and melted into his arms, her whole body boiling from the inside out. She never thought it’d be possible to want a man like she wanted Deo, but there she was. In fact, she wouldn’t even classify what she was feeling as a “want.” It was more of a “need,” one so desperate and unforgiving that it threatened to overwhelm whatever rational thoughts still lived inside her head.
She didn’t care.
Surrendering to the way he was kissing her, she returned her hand to the hard shape and gripped him tightly. She ignored the fabric that remained as a barrier between the two of them and started flicking her wrist at a maddening pace, her fingers running up and down his entire length. And what a length it was. In the back of her mind, she had already started to think about the mechanics of what they would be doing, Deo’s size the one variable that made her anxious.
It was, of course, the good kind of anxious.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment all of my life,” he suddenly whispered into her ear, one of his hands roaming down the side of her body. His fingers stopped on her waist and then went around to explore the smooth curve of her backside. Digging his fingers into her flesh, he pulled her against his body, his hard member throbbing almost too violently against her inner thigh. “You have no idea how much I want you, Cora. How much I need you.”
“Then tell me.”
“I want to fuck you in a way that would make the gods blush,” he continued, his lips still against her ear. “I want to kiss every inch of your naked skin, and I want to devour you in such a way that you’ll forget your own name once I’m done with you.”
“That sounds…” she trailed off, not knowing how to respond. To hear those words coming from Deo’s mouth was intoxicating, and the desire dripping from his voice coiled itself around her thoughts like a murderous vine. Thankfully, there was no need for words.
“I know exactly how it sounds.” He flattened the palm of his hand against the wetness between her legs. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pushed the drenched fabric to the side and used his index finger to trace the length of her inner lips, only stopping when he had his fingertip pressed against her clit. The moment he did, pleasure shot up her spine, fireworks going off inside her head. Her eyes rolled as her eyelids fluttered, and she found herself thrusting against his hand, her base instincts taking the steering wheel.
“So good,” she breathed out, enjoying the way he was massaging her clit. “That feels so—”
Her words died in her throat as Deo parted her inner lips and slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them upward like a hook until they reached a secret spot inside her. He pressed his fingertips against her flesh, his thumb now in charge of punishing her clit, and then he used his free hand to rip her thong from her body. She heard the fabric tear and, in that moment, she was sure the sound was the most sensual thing she had ever heard.
“I’m going to take good care of you,” Deo said, his free hand now going up the side of her body. He took his fingers to the space between her shoulder blades and, with one quick tug, ripped the tie on her corset. The cups drooped over her breasts and the cool air in the room caressed her nipples, making them even harder than they already were. “For as long as I walk the Earth, I’m going to love you, Cora. I’m going to love you and protect you.”
“Just that?” she threw back at him, her sassy tone surprising herself.
“Oh, no,” he chuckled. “I’m also going to make you moan and scream every single day for the rest of your life. That’s a promise.”
“Starting today?”
“Yes,” he whispered and then pinched her right nipple while upping the pressure of his thumb on her clit. Unable to control herself, she
threw her head back and opened her mouth, a sudden moan of ecstasy fleeing past her lips. It seemed like Deo was eager to keep his promise, and that was all Cora wanted.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and a fraction of a second later his mouth was on hers. They kissed as if they were making up for all the lost time, Deo’s fingers working on her body as if he were an orchestra conductor, and soon enough tall flames of ecstasy were dancing in her mind’s eye. The heat coming from Cora’s body was almost unbearable. She could feel it burning her skin, threatening to turn it into ash, and she knew there was nothing she could do but surrender to the violent orgasm that loomed on her mind’s horizon.
And that’s exactly what she did.
Arching her back, she threw her head against the wall once more and moaned as loudly as she could, so much that her vocal cords felt as if they were about to snap. Her inner walls tightened around his moving fingers and, the next thing she knew, she was burning at the altar of pleasure, her mind spinning a gazillion miles per hour.
“This was… this was incredible,” she muttered, amazed that she was able to string together a coherent sentence.
“It was nothing, Cora,” Deo threw back, amusement flickering in his eyes. “We’re just warming up, baby.” With that, he took his mouth to her neck and sunk his teeth into her flesh. For a moment she thought he’d used his fangs, but he kept them hidden, his mouth quickly leaving her neck and trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He kissed his way up the mound of her right breast and, once he found her aching nipple, he whipped at it with his tongue. That was more than enough for the maddening heat to start spreading all over her body, her hunger for his body still demanding more, and more, and more.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” Deo said, but he never stopped kissing her skin as he did it. With both hands on her hips, he lowered herself until he was down on his knees in front of her, his lips brushing around her navel. Fully knowing what was about to happen, she bit the corner of her bottom lip and threaded her fingers into his hair. She wanted to push his head down, to force his mouth to meet that desperate heat between her legs, but she found some resistance in him. “Patience.”
That was the only word he said before falling into a complete silence, his lips dancing over her skin while drawing close to her inner thighs. He used the tip of his tongue to caress them and, even though he was trying to tease her by going nowhere close her wetness, she could feel his tongue easily sliding over the fluids that dripped down her thighs.
“Don’t make me wait, Deo,” she begged of him and, miraculously, he acquiesced. Still without saying a word, he turned all of his attention to her drenched inner lips, using his tongue to trace the contour of her aching pussy. He took it all the way up to her clit and then leaned in and wrapped his lips tightly around her pleasure bud, his tongue mercilessly unleashing hell upon it.
“So good. So fucking good,” she heard herself say, the words coming out of her mouth as if they belonged to someone else. By Poseidon, if Deo was half as good with his hard cock as he was with his mouth, she was in for a real treat.
Time seemed to become something meaningless as he ravaged her with his mouth, the perfect movements of his lips and tongue making her forget all about the real world. For a moment, nothing but pleasure existed, her body the perfect vessel for the perfect sensations. She kept on running her fingers through his hair, enjoying the slight movements of his head as he moved, and moans kept on tumbling out from between her lips like shooting stars on a clear night.
I think I’m going to come, she wanted to say, but once more a moan was the only sound she could produce. This one was fiercer than the ones before it, primal and savage, and that sound was the last straw. She exploded then and there, coming against his mouth in the most delicious of ways. He kept on devouring her as ecstasy consumed her, clearly enjoying the mindless ways with which she moved her hips, and he only slowed down once her body relaxed.
“You’re going to be the end of me, Deo,” she whispered, leaning back against the wall as she looked down at him. He pulled back from her and, with her fluids glistening on his chin and lips, returned her gaze and smiled. He rose to his feet slowly, just like a man who knew he had all the time in the world, and then kissed her deeply. The flavor of her own wetness inundated her at once, and her already furious heartbeat became even fiercer. With Deo, it seemed like she couldn’t get tired, exhaustion nothing but a concept someone had come up with to frighten the masses.
“This isn’t the end of anything,” he told her in that smartass way of his, as if he always had an answer to every little thing she could come up with. “This is only the beginning, my beloved.” And, with that, their lips were drawn to each other once more. His hands wandered down the side of her body until they met her backside, and then he pulled her up and into him. Reacting on pure instinct, she threw her arms over his shoulders and laced her legs around his waist. As if he were holding the most precious thing on Earth, he carefully turned on his heels and made his way toward the bed. He laid her down on the mattress, followed after her, and then looked straight into her eyes.
“I love you, Cora.”
“And I love you, Deo.” There was a moment of silence, as if that silence was the string that laced her next words to the previous ones, and then she took a deep breath. “I want you to take me,” she continued, holding his gaze with a kind of impatient reverence. “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t you? I want you to really take me.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to say it,” he responded and, even though she couldn’t be too sure, she could’ve sworn she had seen his fangs reflect the pale moonlight. Eager to have his naked body against her, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it. With awkward movements, she got rid of his shoes and trousers, and only let the urgency escape from her fingers once she reached for his boxer briefs.
Holding her breath, she hooked her fingers on the fabric and pulled it down his legs. Her heart did a somersault inside her chest as she released his erection, the warm hardness slapping her inner thigh, and the desire inside her became so violently hot she thought she was going to explode right then and there.
She didn’t, although what happened next felt exactly like it.
Pinning her against the mattress, Cora’s legs still wrapped tightly around his body, he grabbed his hard member with one hand and angled it down until the tip was being embraced by her warm inner lips. There was a moment when nothing happened, as if the universe itself had halted, and then he thrusted.
She bunched up the sheets in her hands and arched her back, her moans giving way to a powerful scream. Her voice bounced off the walls like some foreign distant sound, and pleasure fell over her like a warm blanket on a winter night. His thickness pushed her inner walls back and he waited until her body had adjusted itself to his. Only then did he start to thrust, the rocking motion of his hips leaving her completely delirious.
“This is amazing,” she said, whispering those words into his ear. She placed both her hands on his back, her fingernails buried into his flesh, and started thrusting back at him. Their movements were like those of two lovers who had taken up the dancefloor. Their rhythm was one, their cadence so perfect Cora was certain some kind of magic was involved in the process, and she found herself smiling. Against all odds, Deo had been right. They belonged together.
“You are mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. She felt his fangs scrape against her tender flesh and anticipation took over her. Unable to restrain herself, her fae nature aching for release, she opened her mouth and let the melodic sound of a siren’s song escape from inside herself. Even though she was Deo’s beloved, which made him immune to the trappings of her song, it was clear he wasn’t completely unaffected.
The moment her voice filled the room, the melody wrapping itself around their very souls, Deo sank his fangs into her flesh. There was a momentary stab of pain as his sharp teeth sank into her body but, just as quickly, pleasure filtered in
to her bloodstream. He drank her blood, his vampiric nature sealing the mate bond for all eternity, and she let her song grow wild and ecstatic. In that moment, their true natures danced with each other, the mythical roots of what they were becoming tangled in the strongest of ways.
In her neck there’d be a scar now, one that would tell the world she had been claimed. It was such an odd thing to consider but, now that she thought about it, she couldn’t be any happier about having that scar on her skin. Fae didn’t really have a mating symbol, and she thought herself lucky to have something she could proudly wear on her body, a marking that told the entire universe she belonged to him.
“We’ll always be together now,” he told her after taking his fangs out from her neck, a single droplet of her blood on his lips. “Nothing will ever come between us, Cora.”
“No, nothing,” she agreed, and a wild smile took over her lips. Soon enough, their bond would become so strong that absolutely nothing would be able to come between them, so much that their thoughts would start revealing themselves to each other. It’d take time for that to happen, for the fae magic to solidify itself around their bond like that, but she could wait. After all, they had all the time in the world now.
Allowing insanity to spread its wings inside her, she placed her hands on his chest and forced him to roll to the side. She climbed on top of him without a trace of hesitation, allowing his hard member deep past her inner folds once more, and then she rode him as if it was the last thing she would ever do.
She rocked her hips almost too savagely, beads of sweat pooling on her forehead, and ignored the tiredness of her muscles once they started to complain. She took over the moment, ravaging him as he had ravaged her, and only stopped when a column of fire rose up the length of her spine. A wild orgasm incinerated every single one of her nerve endings, and there was so much ecstasy coursing through her veins that she was struggling to believe they were really there, lost in each other’s arms.
