Blood Stained Tranquility

by N. Isabelle Blanco

  “I know that now,” Eve mumbled. “But thanks to the mating . . . well, you know. I can’t stop seeing you and her.”

  “You were going to see those images anyway. Eventually. It’s my fault.”

  Eve tensed.

  Zen sat up, bringing her even closer. His cock throbbed, taking advantage of the new angle and sliding between her ass cheeks. They both moaned, and he couldn’t help but thrust up and down.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing hard. “What do you mean I was going to see you with her anyway?”

  “We haven’t finished claiming each other. I’ve been too scared because of Mavrak, but I’m an idiot. I should have claimed you that first night we were together.”

  With a soft curse, he latched onto her small waist, holding her still as he slid his shaft up against her ass. His body was greedy for her. He couldn’t stop. And he knew that even after he’d finished claiming her, the hunger would never abate. It was only going to get worse.

  “What do you mean we haven’t—oooh. That’s . . .”

  Eve didn’t finish, her throat convulsing as she struggled to breathe. She was so wet and getting wetter with each slide of his dick against her crack. She was soaking him, her heat dripping down the front of his length.

  “I want this too one day,” he confessed, almost scared of what she was going to think once he finished. “I want to be inside you in every way I can.”

  Eve’s pupils expanded, seeming to pop open. She looked shocked. Then, she closed her eyes, mewling desperately. Her arousal slammed out of her on its own multi-colored wave, her aura flaring out and wrapping around him.

  Every hair on his body reacted. Every nerve tingled and demanded more. Easy, he reminded himself. She was almost there. He needed to get her to that point where nothing but them connecting mattered.

  “I’ve never done that with anyone, either. I want it with you. I want everything with you. If I told you some of the fantasies you make go through my head . . .”

  She pulled him closer, until they were breathing each other’s air. “Say it. Tell me exactly what you want. I love it when you’re honest with me.”

  She looked so turned on by the thought of him taking her there that he couldn’t help but smile at her. He moved his mouth back to her ear.

  “You mean that you love when I talk dirty to you.” Letting go of her waist, he found her nipple with his thumb. It was so hard, pebbled, and it seemed to gather into itself even more as he stroked it.

  “Gods, baby. You get so wet thinking about me fucking your ass. Is that what you want? For me to slide in there?”

  “Zen. Oh, God. Yes, Zen!” Eve cried, locking her legs around him and pressing her pussy into his upper abdominals as she started to come.

  Gods . . . yes. She was perfect. Horny and dripping her honey all over him. Her head was thrown back, her mating mark seeming to glow, calling to him. Zen grabbed her ass, desperate to feel her orgasm. She was still coming when he pressed his cockhead against her opening and pushed inside.

  “Oh . . . fuck . . .” he breathed, curling into himself, his abs twitching as her core sucked him in inch by inch.

  He meant to take it slow. Fuck, he had to. His orgasm was already gaining momentum inside his balls and starting to pound its way up his shaft. Eve, as always, wrecked his plans.

  His tip slid in, and she went crazy all over him.

  Her moans echoed inside the temple as she grabbed onto his shoulders and slammed him back onto the floor. Then she really lost it, writhing on him, hips swirling, her incisors longer than he’d ever seen them and biting into her flesh as she rode him.

  He forgot his own name.

  Both of them.

  Eyes wide and mouth open, he could only stare up in shock as his R’ma dug her claws into his pecs, holding on as she started to claim him. Furiously. Barbarically. She dragged her nails down his chest, marking him and drawing his blood.

  “Fuck. Eve.” He jerked so violently his back came off the floor.

  Eve pushed him back down, her hair falling over her shoulders and down to her waist.

  “Oh, Gods. That’s so sexy. Yes. Take me. Just like that.”

  Her pussy contracted around him, feeling tighter than he could handle. He moaned so loud it was almost a scream. His eyes locked on the sight of her body swallowing him up, taking him in nice and deep, before sliding back out to the tip and repeating it all over again.

  “I’m going to come, baby. Can’t hold it.”

  “No,” she growled, expression vicious. She pushed down on his shoulders.

  He heard and felt the floor crack beneath him. Spreading her thighs wider, she slammed down on him, taking him as deep as he could go.

  Then she stopped. She stopped all movement, leaving him surrounded only by her heat and the pulsations going off inside her that she couldn’t control.

  It didn’t matter to his orgasm. The fucker was still gung-ho to go off, and Zen jerked under Eve, helpless to the wave of pleasure that was starting to sheer through his nerves.

  “I said no.”

  His body froze, his orgasm ramming into his tip, unable to get out.

  “You’re not coming yet. You said you wanted me to claim you, right?”

  Zen’s thighs and legs shook, his feet restless against the floor. “Holy . . . fuck.”

  He grabbed onto her hips, lost. He even forgot that he was supposed to claim her. All that mattered was pumping his seed into her as he moved her up and down his length.

  Eve tried to fight him, and their energies clashed.

  His cock seized. He needed to come . . .but no matter how much he moved her up and down his cock, he wasn’t able to.

  That’s when it hit him. His R’ma had just commanded him not to come and he was so far gone into their mating that his body had fucking listened!

  “Eve.”

  “Ungh. Baby. You’re getting so big.” She moved, sliding her swollen flesh back and forth on his cock. “Feels amazing. I’m so hungry for you.”

  This time she rotated her hips, almost making his head pop off his shoulders from the pressure building inside him. His heart pounded, feeling like it was dying to escape him and the hell she’d locked them both in. He actually entertained the idea of lifting her off him.

  Like hell, his cock seemed to yell, and his hips were in total agreement.

  Even with the knowledge that an orgasm might not be on the horizon, his body kept going, meeting her thrust for thrust.

  “Tell me I can come, Eve. I want my cum inside you. Dripping out of you.”

  She whimpered at his demand, reaching up and tugging on one of her distended, dark pink nipples. The sight combined with the visual of her smooth, toned stomach flexing as she moved.

  “Fucking hell, female. Let me come.”

  She had him shoved up against the edge of a sexual blade, uncaring that it threatened to slice him in half.

  “Baby. Please.”

  She leaned down, her nipple between her forefinger and thumb, and fed it to him. “Suck me, Zeniel.”

  She didn’t need to tell him twice. Hell, the first word had just left her mouth and he was already wrapping his lips around her flesh. He was twitchy. Covered in sweat. Gods didn’t sweat easily, but Evesse had him so hot he could feel his back sliding wetly across the floor. He took drag after drag, sucking, laving her with his tongue.

  Evesse pushed her breast deeper into his mouth, bouncing on his cock. And still, she didn’t give him permission to come. Apparently, she loved the power she had over him and was determined to inflict some torture.

  “Tell me.” He pulled back, rubbing one canine back and forth across her nipple.

  She faltered in her movements, his name leaving her breathlessly.

  “Tell me to come in you. You’re hungry for it. I can feel you, baby.” To prove his point, he cupped her ass and rotated his hips until her pussy shuddered wildly. “Tell me, Eve.”

  Impatient, fixated, he took her back in
to his mouth, rubbing his tongue flat around her nipple. Evesse stared down at him, her expression agonized but beautiful.

  “I’m so hungry for you, Zen. How . . . God, how?”

  He knew what she was asking. The question, and the resulting image, detonated his nerves until it felt like flares were going off inside him. Before he could stop himself, his fangs were inside her tit, her blood splashing into his mouth. He grabbed Evesse’s ass, feeling it jiggle as she moved on him sensuously. Her inner walls swelled even more, and she gushed hot around him.

  “Zeniel . . . shit. Ah, fuck, baby. Yes, yes, yes, oh shit. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  He snarled around her tit, pressing his feet flat on the floor and pumping up with all the strength he had. Her blood ran down his throat, as if headed straight for his cock. It was an all-out attack on his senses, and the pain of not being able to come was tearing him up.

  All he could feel was Evesse around him; her blood inside him, the slide of hot flesh against flesh, and the velvet-soft squeeze of her pussy trying to milk him. Out of air and on the verge of wheezing, he managed to pull his mouth away from her breast and grabbed her neck, bringing her down to his level.

  Eve’s eyes were heavy-lidded, her gaze locked on his lips. He had to force himself to stop moving so he could focus on forming words. Hips twitching, Eve glared at him, her own breath heaving in and out.

  “Zeniel . . .”

  “W—when we both come, you have to drink from me . . . fuck.” He grabbed her hips, holding her still. “We have to drink—gods, damn it, Eve! Be still.”

  She whimpered, nibbling adorably at his lip, her eyes open wide.

  He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her chest against his as he stared back at her. With their gazes locked, he kissed her, engulfing her lips with his own.

  “You smell amazing,” he said between kisses, rubbing the tip of his tongue against hers. “You taste even better.”

  He cupped her jaw, forcing her to open and fucking her mouth with his tongue.

  Eve rode him with slow, lingering drags that had him sliding perfectly along her inner walls.

  “God, Zen. Love your . . . lips. Fuck.”

  He licked lightly at her bottom lip. “You like that, baby?”

  “Fuck yes. I love it. I fucking love the way you kiss me.”

  He groaned, taking her lips again. “I want you. All of you. Need to come.”

  She kissed him back, her tongue fucking with his senses as it rotated inside his mouth.

  “H . . . how? Please. Tell me.”

  “Drink. At the same time. Coming.”

  Fuck, he didn’t even make sense anymore. The orgasm fighting to break out of him had built past the point of sanity. He had a split-second fear that his cock was going to break once he came in her.

  And he didn’t care. Hell, no.

  “Tell me you understand.”

  She was already eyeing his mark, looking straight-up animalistic.

  He fisted that thick curtain of black hair in both his hands, and slammed her down onto him. “Oh . . . yeah. Like that. Tell me I can come, baby.”

  He loved her facial expressions when he fucked her. Loved seeing her lips fall open, and the way her brow furrowed. She bit her lip, trapping it under her canines, and nodded. Her pussy clenched, and he swore he felt his erection start vibrating inside her. Everything was vibrating. Energy coursed through the fibers of his muscles, ready to explode.

  Eve choked, grinding down on his cock. “Holy shit. That feels . . . Zen. God!”

  “That’s it, baby.” He worked her hips, controlling the rhythm. “Who’s your God?” he asked, hearing Mavrak’s voice behind his own.

  Eve’s eyes filled with tears, and she pressed her forehead to his, mewling with each thrust. “You. Oh, God. You.”

  “I’m what, baby?” he asked, because all of a sudden, hearing her say it was more important. More important than coming inside her, or even claiming her. Every male part of him needed to hear the words from her lips.

  “I’m what?” he repeated when she didn’t reply right away.

  Eve gave him a half-horny, half-angry look.

  He bit his lip, rotating his hips.

  “Fuck . . . You. You’re my god. Happy now?”

  Zen laughed, smiling at her. “Now make your god happy and tell him he can come.”

  “I should tell you never to come just to get that cocky grin off your face.”

  He purposely raised his energy signature, making his dick tremble faster inside her.

  Eve fell on his chest, sweating and shaking.

  “Tell me.”

  “Come. Please. I can’t anymore—I can’t. Oh, fuck. Zen! Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me!”

  He slammed into her as fast as he could. She gave as good as she got, and soon they were nothing but a blur of movement. His abs tightened, his groin clenched—everything balled up until he was sure something was going to break.

  “I’m coming, Zen. I’m coming. Please!”

  Everything fractured. Her walls tightened brutally, and his orgasm hit him so fast, he almost didn’t have enough time to put his mouth on her neck.

  His teeth slid home at the same time hers did on his mating mark. With a choked snarl, he almost flew off the floor, his back contorted at an unnatural angle. Eve twisted on him, meeting him. Her pussy was a greedy little thing, swallowing him up and demanding more. Helpless, Zen held her to him, overloaded but way too fucking hungry to let go of her neck.

  His connection with her spiraled open with the force of a tornado. Suddenly, it wasn’t just his orgasm frying his processors, but hers. A totally alien, never-before-felt army of sensations slammed through his receptors. Heat, pulsing waves of ecstasy, and deep, rhythmic throbs multiplied his climax in their wake.

  Zen reared off the floor, flipping them both over and laying Eve beneath him. With his cock and his teeth still inside her, he slid his arms around her back and yanked her firmly against him. The burn of her teeth sliding into his skin as far as they could go shot down his spine.

  He clawed at the floor, trying to stop his body from thrusting. Eve’s moans echoed in his head. Her emotions burrowed into his chest.

  She bucked under him. He pulled his teeth out of her neck.

  The floor was slick beneath them, and his arms shook when he rose above her.

  “Eve, open your eyes.”

  She did so, slowly. Her eyes were shiny and slightly dazed. The bite mark on her neck was just starting to seal shut, but her mating mark had never been more vibrant.

  “I love you,” he said, staring into her eyes.

  He felt a rush of emotion run through her and echo inside him.

  “I love you, too. All of you, Zen.”

  Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to float on that feeling. He was at peace. His cock was still hard as hell and buried snugly within her, but he was so calm. The unity he felt made him want to purr. He was whole right then. He could feel it.

  He could also feel how fragile that wholeness was.

  The memories at the back of his mind taunted him. As long as he feared them, he wasn’t going to be able to sustain his unified state. And even if he did, how would he stop himself from hurting the ones he cared for?

  Eve caressed his cheek. He opened his eyes, taking in the love in her expression and feeling it coursing through him. He had no answer to the question in his mind. No clue how he would make things work. But as he stared down at his beautiful mate, one thing became very clear.

  No more running for him. He was going to have to fucking figure it out. She wanted both halves of him, and by the gods, he would find a way to give them to her.

  Chapter 30

  -Brownsville, Pennsylvania. (USA)

  Zen was plain delicious in his sleep. His full lips were parted. Strands of his dark red hair covered his shoulders and the pillow beneath him. He looked calm—at peace despite the fact that his Erencei markings were still visible and his cheekbones were still starkly p
ronounced.

  Eve had a feeling that wasn’t going to change. Everything in her told her that the features that marked him as a war demon were here to stay. Not that she minded. She loved the sight of him like this. She would miss his gray and blue eyes if they never again made an appearance, but the red and black of his Erencei side more than made up for that.

  The thought of any other female seeing them set her internal rage meter just shy of erupting.

  Yours, Eve. He’s all yours. Especially now. He always will be.

  Damn fucking straight.

  She stared at his mating mark, where she’d bit into him the night before. It was larger now that they were fully mated. The red, black, and yellow lines covered the entire side of his neck, trailing down in huge arches to his shoulders and his pecs, where they merged with his other markings. She let her eyes trail down the rest of his body, taking in the red and black lines that stretched down his sides, curved around his hips, and continued down toward his thighs.

  The black, silk covers were draped over Zen’s upper thighs, and his shaft lay on his lower abs. It looked like it didn’t know whether it was spent or ready for more. Even semi-hard, he was formidable, stretching almost to his belly button. He was too damned wide to ever be considered anything other than godly.

  Most human men didn’t have cocks like that. She’d spent enough time on the Internet. Her sources were credible, she was sure of it.

  She remembered the way her lips stretched around him. The slight pinch at the corners as she stretched them tight enough to use her teeth on him. She hadn’t bitten him hard enough to tear his dick in half. Not even close. Just hard enough to draw his blood, and merely remembering it had her canines drawing down for more. Her throat went tight, convulsing with the demand for his blood.

  As if he could feel her hungry stare, Zen shifted slightly and his dick jumped to life.

  In less than a heartbeat, the darkest recesses of her mind sent a dangerous, greedy anger pulsing through her. She remembered how that beautiful dick had looked like while—

  No!

  She closed her eyes, breathing deep and reminding the ugly thing inside her that the things she was seeing had been the past. He’s mine now. Only mine. On purpose, she focused on how he’d taken her, and then how’d she’d taken him. He loves me. He fucking loves me.