Blood Ties

25. Soar

The first touch of his tongue nearly sent her flying. Every part of her skin seemed overly sensitive, and she wanted to both melt and soar. It was unusual, because she couldn’t think anything was better than this, though from hearing Adam speak of it, s*x as mates was more intense, completely overpowering, because she’d be in a different mental state when she felt the full bond between mates. If it was in any way than this, she might lift right up to heaven and never want to come back down.

How did one crave someone else’s touch this much? The need to be handled, both firm and soft, was maddening, and she felt his fingers dig into her skin to the point she might be bruised in the morning.

It would be worth it.

Every nerve synapse fired up, and she felt a flash of heat rise from within until it consumed her like flames, hot, harsh, and threatening to burn her entirely to the ground.

A shiver rocked through her, and her hands came out to fist into his hair, threading between his silky locks. She could feel his groan through his scalp, and it vibrated against her fingers, making her back arch as he sucked on her greedily. He lashed a tongue against her. Once. Twice, using his teeth just slightly to give her an edge until she bit into her lip before nibbling the pain away.

“Adam—oh, f**k!” She was glad Charlie was gone, at least for the night. She couldn’t make her voice get any lower, and with every stroke of his tongue, he was winding her higher, making her heart race in her chest, her pulse thrumming to life until she was nearly spinning out of her head with her impending release.

Then his touch was gone from where she needed it most. He nibbled on the tendon at the juncture of her thigh, and she wanted to pull him back, get his tongue and mouth on her p***y again. She ached for the desire to build and retreat, rise and fall back—orgasm after blessed orgasm. She didn’t want there to be an end to this pleasure.

“Not yet,” he crooned, his lips passing over her skin until he bit hard at the meat of her thigh. “I want to bring you higher, make you feel what it will be like every single time I claim you as mine after we’re mated. It will be so much better than this, so it’s fortunate you don’t have the need to breathe when you are made vampire. It’s merely a habit and the born-vampire’s way of taking in tastes and smell. You breathe now because you have to. We do it because it is part of our defense mechanisms.”

His tongue licked over her, and she stopped breathing, wanting this moment to pass quickly, the restraint in her nearly depleted.

“Please…” She whispered it, begging for relief.

“Soon.”

She choked on air, brought a full lungful of oxygen into her body and quaked with the need for more. More everything, because she was desperate for his touch, and shameless about it.

He licked her everywhere, savoring her skin and lapping up her sweetness, both bringing her flavor onto his tongue so it was all he would taste, and giving her his scent. Without completely having her, this was the best he could think to do, not that she was going to complain. She wanted it, and he tried to give her everything—always would.

Soon, he was back on her p***y, lashing hard or teasing her with the slow circle of his tongue on her, sending her up and flying high, or clawing at his shoulders and head in desperation. His hard skin was impenetrable, but he liked the touch of her on him and would never push her hands away.

“More, Quinn. f**k, I want more of you. Come for me.”

She did at his command, loud but hard, and both soft and sweet. It was the most magnificent thing he’d ever witnessed up until now, and he watched her body seize and break apart, her mouth open in a loud cry as muscles clenched and released in a rhythm that was both new and old.

He slid over her quaking form next, cool body to warm, flushed one. She shook beneath him, blinking up at him with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. When she reached out with one trembling hand, she stroked over his jaw from the tip of his chin over to his ear. His whiskers bit into her skin in a delicious way as she listened to the soft rasp. Humming, her lips lifted in a lazy smile, and she shivered when he leaned down, kissing the corner of her mouth.

Quinn wrapped her arms around him, still feeling the remnants and tight pulse of her orgasm fading. She soaked in the coolness of his skin against the slick, sweaty warmth of her own. She sounded nearly feline, and it went well with that glimmer of her green, uptilted eyes. Practically a purr, her thick voice rose up between them, the edge of desperation making Adam’s dripping c**k sit up and take notice.

“Adam, please.” She swallowed thickly. “Take me now. I need you inside me.”

He poised his c**k at her entrance, just enough so that she felt the thick, bulbous head pulsing against her wet skin. He wanted to wait, make her come on his lips, his fingers again, but the tone of her voice told him she was ready.

“I’m big,” he warned her. “If it’s too much, let me know.” He leaned down and kissed her once before he was splitting her in half with the thick girth of his c**k. They groaned in tandem. Each thick inch felt a ripple in time, and one hand slid down her belly before putting pressure on her lower abdomen. “Relax, Quinn. With the way your p***y is gripping me, this will be too short for you to get off on.”

He laughed, a brief expulsion of air as his forehead came down to rest against hers. He cupped her soft chin in his other hand, kissed her because he simply had to. She moaned into his mouth, lifted her hips so he slipped even further inside.

“More. Please.”

Fuck. He couldn’t say no, and even with the tight, unbearable clench of her muscles around him, he powered on, sliding past the firmness until she was forced to accede to the will of his c**k.

Tight. s**t. f**k.

If he’d had a pulse, it would be racing with the beat of his heart and fluttering wildly against his ribcage. It was what hers was doing, even as she relaxed slightly around him.

Smoothing a hand up one supple thigh, he breathed out, took in another lungful of her fragrance, of the scent of their s*x, her come, the wonderful aroma of every blessed scent that clung to her skin. Once he was seated deep inside, he let the convulsions of her muscles relax until he was certain he wouldn’t spill inside her too soon. Adam was a vampire, but he was also new at this, unlike his father before him. A virgin at 35 years of age, he’d never been with anyone until her, and he hadn’t once regretted it.

“M-move, please.” She moaned when he did, retreating a hair before thrusting back inside, working into her slowly. Since he’d f****d her with his fingers before, there was no hymen left to break, but she still wasn’t accustomed to his d**k inside her, stretching her, and it showed.

“More?” His voice begged the question, are you sure? Even as his hips flexed and he drove deeper. His skin warmed up to her, and he pressed harder, deeper than before. It made something flare up between them, like a shooting star in reverse. Instead of plummeting from the sky, it shot up, and things became clearer, more focused, especially for Quinn. Where there was doubt before, comprehension reigned, and they slid together like oiled gears, faster and faster, as if he was priming a pump.

The walls around him closed in, and he focused on her eyes, hazy with pent-up frustration. He thought, how could he do this? Kidnap this beautiful creature when she would have been his anyway. He wanted to apologize, but knew it wasn’t the place or the time. He’d do it later while snuggling, spent, replete, desperate for every inch of her skin.

For now, he concentrated harder on her, listening to her sounds, letting them steer him, angling a hip or rolling his hips. He didn’t arc them or swing too wide, because he was getting used to her, to this. The closeness their bodies held, the intimacy of their connection as breath skittered across skin. It made goosebumps rise on her flesh.

Every caress soothed an ache in her, and she reached up, running her hand through to his scalp as he pumped his hips harder, faster inside her. Another snap of them, and she’d be there, squeezing him tight as she came around him. He could feel it, and he drew out her pleasure until he was nearly winded. She begged, whimpered for him.

“Please, Adam,” she pleaded. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he quickened his pace in response to her. “So close. Please.”

Beg, he wanted to command of her. He was desperate for her need for him, and he growled, sharp and biting, nearly cursing when he actually spoke. “You don’t think I can’t feel this p***y tightening up around me? You’re there, Quinn. You’ll take it when I let you, and no sooner. And I want it now. Want you coming and squeezing, drenching my dick.” He bit into her skin, sending her soaring.

This time, unlike the others, she bled, and he sucked some of her essence into his mouth before healing her with teasing little licks along the puncture wounds. A vampire’s saliva held those magical type of properties, just like their blood could help turn their mate when they claimed each other. Him first, then her claiming him.

He’d count down the days to that if he had to, by God.

Her orgasm crested over her, allowing what no other man had done before, her pulsating little p***y squeezing him tight in a climax so long and intense, blackness enveloped her sight before his words snapped her out of it.

“Quinn, love…fuck you feel phenomenal when you tighten up around me. So wet, so goddamn warm, it’s like heaven being inside you, angel.”

Dirty angel, he thought as she continued to clench in rhythm to the pleasure he was giving her, squeezing the life out of his c**k as he groaned in response. He was close too, but wanted to give her more. He wanted the sky to light up in flames just so she could feel the burn, how good it would be when she relented, conceded that he was what she wanted. She would in time, because the bond would only grow stronger, deeper, pulling her toward him until she couldn’t say no any longer—so long as he didn’t f**k it up somehow, which was a distinct possibility.

They came together, over and over, and then his harsh-sounding words lit up her insides, and she moaned with every filth-filled syllable.

“You want this c**k, sweetheart? It’s yours, only yours forever. To f**k and fill you, make you come, tear you to pieces until you break so good. You come when I tell you to, and I’ll follow after.”

By then, he was pounding into her, driving his shaft between her thighs, hearing the steady slapping rhythm that tore him apart, echoed off the walls, resounded in his ears. When she called out a minute later and was coming, he fell over the edge with her, falling all the way to the bottom.

He lay gently over top of her, kissing her lips in between her panting gasps as she shivered and quaked. Her eyes were muzzy, murky beneath thick lashes, her hand relaxing over cool skin as she stroked his neck.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “You’ve never done that before? ‘Cause wow.”

He bit off a breathless laugh, nuzzled the line of his nose down one cheek before rolling off her, pulling her to face him. His c**k slipped out of her.

“Mmm. Never, and I agree. Like I’ve said before, though, it will be even better when we mate.” He couldn’t bring himself to use the word if, because it was too painful to think anything different in his post-nut clarity. He was high, feeling too good to let impossibilities be a factor, and he laid there in bed with her, just listening to her breathe and imagining her mind’s cogs as she thought over what he said.

“If that is what it feels like without the mate bond, I look forward to more of that—but better.”

He was relieved. It wasn’t a yes, but it was sounding less like no every day.