His breathing intensifies and tension swoops off of him. He flicks back his ears, which have grown more pointed in the last few seconds. Then, he leans back. He shoves off the bed, straightens and stalks to the door.
"Hawke?"
He doesn't stop.
"Alphahole?"
He reaches the door.
"Darling?"
He pauses. "What did you call me?"
I twist my fingers together, "Isn't that...uh...what mated pairs call each other?"
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you're my...uh...fuck buddy?"
He turns on me and growls. "Say that again."
"Fuck..."
He moves so fast, he seems to blur. The next second, he's seated on the bed, and I'm spread across his lap.
"Say that again."
"Fuck—"
He slaps my butt.
"Ow, what was that for?"
"For toying with me." Slap.
I screech. "Okay, I was testing you. Can you blame me? You're such a stubborn prick, I had to see if you—"
"If I'd stick to my word?"
"If you truly loved me."
He pauses, then spanks me again.
I scream, "What the fuck, Hawke? I admitted I was testing you. Why are you still hurting me?"
He palms my aching butt, "Because you enjoy it, sweetheart, and because..." Slap. "...you led me on, to think that you'd let me go." Slap, slap, slap.
"Ow," I howl. My behind smarts and tears prick the backs of my eyes. "You wanted to spank me, admit it."
"I'll do no such thing." His palm connects with my behind with such force that my entire body jerks, my claws slide out of my fingertips, and pinpricks of pain dot my shoulder blades. My pussy clenches, my stomach flip-flops, and liquid heat sears my belly. I can't believe it. He took his hand to my behind and already "I am so...so close," I whine, "Hawke."
"I know," he pants. "It feels fucking good, hmm?"
"Why don't you simply fuck me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Jesus, what do you want me to do, beg?"
"That's a start."
"Fine." I swipe the hair out of my eyes, "Take me, Hawke, please."
47
Hawke
"I'll do better than that."
I pinch her chin, turn her head towards me, then bend and peer into her eyes. "I am going to fuck you until you can't breathe, can hardly speak, can do nothing except squeal as I nail you over and over, as I push inside you so hard, so deep that you can feel me with your body and your soul, with every breath you draw inside. I am going to fuck you until you can't recall your name, for the only one that matters is mine, and then..."
"Then?" She breathes.
"Then I'll knot you until you can't see anyone else, can't smell anyone else, can't taste anything else but my essence. I am going to tie you to me, and nothing can come between us. Not even you."
Her pupils dilate, her breath catches, and she licks her lips as if she can't wait.
"You want that, hmm?"
She nods.
"Bloody, fuck."
My dick throbs so fiercely, I am sure it's going to stab through the sweats I pulled on. I massage the curve of her butt, "Who does this belong to?"
She swallows, then turns her head, peers up at me from under her heavy eyelids. "You."
Something fierce knocks behind my eyes. My vision tunnels and my breathing shallows. I drag my fingers along the valley between her butt cheeks. I probe at her butthole and her breath hitches. I slide a finger inside and her entire body jerks. "And this, little Ember, who does this hole belong to?"
"You." Her voice wobbles. Good. If she can turn me on with her words, I can, sure as hell, do the same with my actions.
I swipe my fingers down to her melting core, cup her pussy. "And this, little girl, who does your cunt belong to?"
"You," she huffs, "it's yours Hawke."
"Damn fucking right." The tips of my ears tingle and my cock thickens, "I'm going to claim you now, you understand."
She jerks her chin again.
"But first..."
I flip her over, then lower her to the ground between my legs. She looks up at me from her kneeling position, and fuck, if that isn't the most erotic thing I've seen.
"First...?"
"I am going to feed you."
"Feed?" She blinks.
"I can't let you go hungry, especially not when you are in your first heat cycle. You need your energy for what I have in store for you."
She pouts, "I need you."
I cup her cheek, "I know, and I can promise you, that once we start, we won't stop."
"Start?"
"...fucking..."
"Oh." Her cheeks heat.
"Did you blush?"
She shakes her head.
"You aren't going all coy on me, huh?"
"Me?" She flips her hair over her shoulder, "I don't have a coy bone in my body."
"Hmm." I whisper my knuckles across her chin, "You're more innocent than the act you put on."
"Oh, shut up." She presses her lips together.
"Your secret is safe with me."
"And you said you'd feed me, but the food..." She scrunches up her face. "It was tasteless."
I tilt my head, "It isn't my cooking that’s the problem."
"Ego much?" She scowls.
"Just fact, darling." I smirk. "It's your first heat cycle, not to mention the first since we mated so..."
"So?"
"You need something more to nourish you." I glance down at my crotch, then back to her face.
"Are you serious?"
"Never more so than now."
"But—"
"Humor me."
She hesitates.
"Go on."
She bites her lower lip. "Not that I don't want to touch you or anything."
"Do it," I can't stop the growl that grumbles up.
She slips her hand under my waistband; her fingertips brush my swollen shaft. Heat radiates from her touch, sweat pops on my forehead and... Fuck this.
I shove the sweats down my thighs and my cock springs free.
"Oh." She lowers her eyes, watches my movements as I grasp the base, pump myself from base to tip, and again. Blood rushes to my groin and a pulse beats to life at my throat, my temples, even in my balls.
I cup her nape, urge her forward until her face is poised above my aching cock.
"I'm going to come...all over your face, your neck, your beautiful breasts."
She nods, "Please, Hawke..."
My name on her lips does it, sucker that I am. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls draw up, a burning screams up my cock and I shoot hot streams of cum across her lips. She licks it up. Her throat moves as she swallows.
So fucking hot.
She closes her mouth over my shaft and my cock engorges. I piston my hips forward; my dick slides down her throat.
Tendrils of heat shoot out from the contact.
"Charley, fuck." I hold her in place as she swallows, makes a humming sound that travels down my cock, urging my balls to contract further. I keep coming, pouring my cum into her until it overflows her chin, drips down her neck, plops onto my thighs. She sucks me dry, swallows it all, then swipes her tongue up my semi-hard dick.
I groan, "Char, you're killing me."
She pulls back. My dick slips free as she frowns. "Don't ever say that."
I allow my lips to curve, "Didn't mean it that way, babe." I scoop up some of the creamy liquid at the edges of her mouth, hold my thumb to her lips. She licks me clean.
"Fuck, that's hot."
She smiles, then her fingers encircle my dick, "I want seconds."
48
Charley
I am a dragon shifter. I've seen some ugly shit. I've had to be strong, put on a badass act to prevent the world from hurting me. I pretended so well that most people bought the act. But Hawke? He never stopped questioning.
He never
took no for an answer. He broke down my defenses. He revealed the girl I had been before all the horrible stuff tainted my life. When I am with him, I feel feminine, dainty. Delicate to his rough demeanor. Giving to his taking. Opening to his wanting.
Whoa, see? I am waxing poetic now.
It's almost as much of a surprise as this...this...feeding from my man...my mate... I don't want to, honestly, but it's the only thing I can stomach, right now. Isn't that weird?
Okay it's kinky, and weird.
I mean, women do give men blowjobs and swallow their cum, but that's strictly for pleasure, right?
So explain why every time I am hungry, I shove him into position, then fold in between his massive thighs. I've learned how to maneuver myself into place, so that I can lick his shaft from base to head, pump him into erection and then milk his cum...which tastes dark and edgy, with a hint of tang. Each time I swallow, it fills something inside of me... Hunger, of course...but something more.
It satisfies this need to be close to him.
Is that strange? I mean, even putting it into words inside of my head sounds odd.
Lily had mentioned to me how when she'd transformed into her vampire self, in the early days, Gabriel would feed her his flesh and that's all she could stomach.
So maybe this...feeding off of my mate's cum shouldn't surprise me?
I never should have been able to transform, but my mother's mother had been a dragon shifter, so I must have inherited my genes from her.
That, combined with mating with a Fae, might have triggered this necessity in me.
Jess hadn't said anything to me... And she is a dragon shifter mated with an alpha Fae to... So I guess it's me, who has this strange proclivity?
This unquenchable need to be near my mate, to taste him, smell him, roll in his essence.
Like now, when I'm nestled into his back. I bury my nose in his nape, breathe of him, fill my lungs with his toasty, spicy, scent. Yum. I lick his skin, then nibble on him. His muscles coil; his shoulders flex. Hmm. He's waking up. I swipe my hand down to his dick—Oh, he's erect. Of course, he is. I massage his cock, grip it hard, the way he likes it. A growl rumbles up his chest.
"What are you doing, little Ember?" Hawke drawls.
"Umm, nothing."
"Are you hungry again?"
Am I? My stomach's sated, my breasts heavy, and my thighs have that achy feeling that come from being put to good use—grasping his body, riding him as he'd pumped up into me, then turned me over on my hands and knees and taken me from behind. He'd thrust into me so hard that the headboard had slammed into the wall, before the bedframe itself had promptly snapped. Which is when we had moved into the guest room.
"Charley?"
"Hmm?"
"You hungry, babe?"
I shake my head.
"You sure?"
"Yep."
He turns over then, so we are nose to nose. "You definitely sure?"
I nod my head.
He cups my cheek, then drags his finger across my lips. "You can tell me what you're feeling. You know that, right?"
Tears prick my eyes. Jeez, what's wrong with me? Never before, have I felt this close to falling apart. My emotions are all over the place. Maybe it's this gentle side of Hawke—one I’d always suspected he had, but these last few days, he's shown me how attentive he can be to my needs.
Oh, he is demanding during our fucking—umm, love-making—don’t get me wrong.
Then he'll wipe away a tear rolling down my cheek, bring it to his mouth, lean in and press a kiss to my lips, and wow... I'll feel it all the way down to my toes...and my core is instantly wet and achy, and this burning sensation grips me again. I bite down on my lower lip and his gaze darkens. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
The heaviness presses down behind my eyes. Shit, a second more and I'm going to be bawling my heart out. I glance away, blink back the moisture.
"Charley."
I stare at a point over his shoulder.
"Char."
I shake my head.
"Your avoiding me is going to make me more persistent."
"Don't remind me," I grumble.
"Then look at me."
I swallow.
"Babe, please."
I tip my chin up, stare into those burning amber eyes.
He leans in close enough for our eyelashes to kiss, "You're fucking gorgeous, my little Char."
The tears spill over.
He pulls me close until we are joined from chest to waist. He throws a heavy leg over me, then digs his fingers into my hair, cradles my head, so I am completely surrounded by him, drowning in him, enveloped in that dark, edgy essence that is uniquely Hawke.
I tip my head back to see his face. "I love you." My voice comes out all trembly... OMG, get a grip, Char. What's with this shrinking violet act, huh?
His lips curve enough for his canines to flash, and his features light up in that gorgeous brightness that is simply...breathtaking. My chest hurts as the mating chord thrums. Is it possible to feel so much, be so full of someone, that it hurts to even look at them?
"And I love you. So what's wrong?"
"Isn't it gross that I feed off your cum?"
"No."
I peer up at him, "No? That's it?"
He raises his shoulders. "What's the problem with it? You're recently transformed, in your first mating cycle, you need more than food to sustain you... You need me, my essence, to flourish. What could be more intimate than that?"
A breathlessness grips me. The heat inside bleeds into my veins, shimmers up my back, my scalp, until every millimeter of my body seems to be aflame.
"I haven't heard of any other shifter-Fae mated pair experiencing this."
"So?"
I frown, "Hawke, please."
"Why does it bother you so much that there is no precedent to what we are?"
"Because..." I chew on my lower lip, and his breathing goes ragged.
"Because?"
"Because, for once, I wanted to be normal. I wanted you and me, to be an average couple...doing whatever it is normal people do..."
He laughs, "Normal? My dear, little Ember, you are much more than that. You are fucking extraordinary. You brought me back from the dead. Do you know how rare that is?"
My cheeks heat.
"Do you?"
"Uh, when you put it that way."
He shakes his head. "Make no mistake, I haven't heard of any other instance where a mate brought her partner back from the edge of that darkness... So if that doesn't bother you, why should this—?"
"Hawke?"
"What?" He frowns.
"That's it, that's what it is." I lean forward, until my lips are right over his. "No way, could I have lost you. I had to make love to you so you'd stay anchored to this plane, and my feeding off your cum is a way to—"
"—Consolidate the mating bond, keep me connected to you, absorb me into your cells, draw from me to nourish you so we are one." His features light up.
I nod. My throat closes. "Fuck, that's hot."
"It is, huh?" He grins.
"And so very sweet."
He frowns, "That, I'm not."
"You are, even if you don't want to admit it. Inside, is a loving, caring, sensitive..."
"—prick?" He smirks.
"Exactly." I survey his beautiful features, that delicious mouth, the sculpted pecks, the toned physique that belongs to me... That luscious cock. I swallow. I need him. Want him. Can't get enough of him. "Make love to me, Hawke."
The golden orbs of his eyes flash, his ears pull back, then he captures my mouth with his. He kisses me in the sweetest, most intimate melding of lips. Wow. I dig my fingers into his short hair. I drag my fingertips across his scalp and he growls. He digs his teeth into my lower lip and I feel the tug all the way to my cunt. He swipes his tongue over mine and that melting sensation flares to life deep inside of me. I push into him, tug his head closer, and he obliges. He sucks on my tongue, thrusts his tongue
even deeper, drinks from me in a long leisurely sip that makes my toe curl. I groan and his muscles bunch.
He flips me on my back, settles between my legs. His cock notches into place. In one deep thrust, he enters me, filling me, pumping into me with such deadly accuracy that surely, he's split me in two. He pulls out as suddenly and I huff, "What?"
"Shh." He presses his lips to mine once more, then slides down my body.
He bites my pussy and a moan bubbles out of me, "Oh, my God."
His lips curve against my swollen lower lips; then he thrusts his tongue inside of my aching channel.
"Hawke, please." What am I begging for?
He seems to understand, for he pulls out again. He licks my trembling slit—teasing me, taunting me, pressing his lips to my melting pussy. He swipes his tongue between my pussy lips, and my eyes roll back in my head.
He hooks my knees over his shoulders then lowers his head and proceeds to eat me out. "OMG." And I'm reduced to blurting out words in textspeak, and in capital letters. "OMFG."
"Just getting started here, babe." There's laughter in his voice, and I can't stop my lips from quirking either.
"Don't sound so self-satisfied," I grumble, then gasp as he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them. He inserts a thumb into my back hole, simultaneously shoving his warm rough tongue into my channel. My toes curl and I dig my heels into his back. I bunch my fingers into his scalp, tug on his short hair, and yank his head closer, as I shove my pelvis up, opening myself up to him. "More," I snarl, and he pulls back.
"Wait, no... Why are you—?" He rubs his chin with his many-days-old beard across my core and I scream. He does it again and again. Pinpricks of pleasure and pain wind up my spine, careen behind my eyes, explode across my scalp. More moisture pools between my thighs as a trembling starts from somewhere deep inside, pulling at me, streaking up my spine. The dragon essence inside of me ignites, sweeps up my frame.
I thrash my head from side to side, trying to pull him off, while simultaneously shoving myself up and into his beautiful, ugly, cruel, source of my wettest dreams, "Fuck, Hawke, fuck."
"As you wish, darling."
He slides four fingers simultaneously inside of my soaking channel, "Come."
He commands and I shatter. My body bucks, my spine curves off of the bed, and the orgasm rips over me. The fire sparks across my skin, up my neck, over my scalp, to explode in sparks of golden green. When I come to again, I'm curled up on his chest. "What...what was that?" I gulp.
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