But she was having none of that.
The moment I came back to the bed, her hand went to my balls, and she cupped them.
Rolling them around in her hand, tugging gently, she started to work me faster.
Her mouth created more suction. Her tongue ran down the underside. Her hand rolled.
And the moment I was on the verge of tipping over the edge, she stopped, came up to her knees, and turned.
The moment her back was presented to me, I didn’t waste any time.
I jackknifed up, hooked her around the hips with one forearm, and fell backward as I brought her pussy up to my lips.
Then I feasted, too.
The move put her mouth back in line with my cock, but this time she didn’t try to put it in her mouth.
She must’ve sensed my lack of self-control, because she did nothing.
At least not for long minutes as I devoured her. I licked the seam of her sex, sucked those soft puffy lips between my own, and circled that little nub with the very tip of my tongue, bringing her closer and closer to climax.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, God.”
That was when she sank her fangs into the juncture of my thigh and started to devour me—only in a different way—as I was feasting on her.
Each pull of her lips, and sweep of her tongue, on my thigh, the faster and harder I licked.
When I felt her start to slow, I roughly yanked her hair back, pulling her away from my thigh, and flattened her to the bed so fast that she barely had time to get her hands out in front of her.
“Con!” she cried out, knowing where this was going.
I didn’t waste another second as I lined my hard cock up with her entrance, and then slowly sank inside.
She moaned low in her throat as each inch filled her, and by the time I was buried to the hilt, she was emitting a constant low keen that was sending ripples of need through my tightly strung body.
As I seated myself fully inside of her, I directed her back to my vein, pulling her back by the long strands of her hair and tilting her head, this time just underneath the jut of my chin. I urged her without words to continue eating, and she did.
The moment she took that first long pull, I lost my vision.
That might or might not have been due to me closing my eyes, but whatever the reason, I couldn’t see. So, I relied on my other senses.
Smell. Feel. Hearing. And tasting.
With a quick thrust of my cock into her tight heat, I buried my own fangs in her neck and took a healthy pull.
She tasted like ambrosia.
Before, when she’d been human, she’d tasted delectable. Now she was even finer. Like the most aged of wines, or the first meal after you’ve starved for weeks on end.
She tasted so fucking good that it was hard to stop—nearly impossible—and I would’ve drained her dry, but her orgasm distracted me. The tight pulsing of her channel. The waves of heat that washed over me.
I’d never let up as I took her, burying myself inside of her over and over. Hadn’t lessened the pace whatsoever as I continued to pump my hips.
When she orgasmed, it should’ve been expected, but it wasn’t. She stole my breath, and my own orgasm shot down my spine and up the length of my cock so fast that I didn’t have time to prepare. To warn her that I was falling over that edge.
One second I was sucking her taste, inhaling everything she had to give, and the next my head was thrown back as a bellow of ecstasy passed over my lips.
The shot of adrenaline that poured through my veins was enough to send any normal person to his knees. Lucky for me, I was already on them, so all I did was fall forward and to the side so that my large body didn’t completely crush hers.
She rolled the moment I hit the bed, and wrapped her long limbs around mine, tangling us together in the darkness.
I slid my still hard length back inside of her, and we both sighed.
I tried to blink, wanting to clear my head so that my vision would return, which it did in slow increments.
“Con?” Acadia pulled back, her hand going to my cheek.
I opened my eyes, but blackness still filled my vision.
I cleared my throat.
“Con, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “I think you might need to take a breather, though. If your pussy keeps hugging my cock so tight, I might be forced to take you again, and neither you nor I can handle that right now.”
“Why not?” she purred, running her hands down the length of my chest to disappear to where we were connected.
She leaned forward slightly, and I jerked as her hand wrapped around my length that was not currently buried inside of her.
Though the move had nearly her whole fist encasing me, I still had enough inside of her that I was being hit with dual pleasures.
“If only you could suck my balls at the same time as you did this,” I murmured more to myself than to her.
The chuckle that arose from her lips had me smiling, despite my rising concern over the state of my vision.
“Con,” Acadia murmured softly.
I growled low in my throat and rolled so that her body was pinned beneath mine, then buried my mouth into her throat as I started to once again move my hips.
My cock felt as if it’d taken on a life of its own as my hips started to push and pull. The tight heat of her vagina clasping the long, thick length of my cock was enough to urge me faster—deeper.
The way Acadia’s long fingernails dug into my shoulder blades only pushed me harder and faster.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “You’re so deep.”
I didn’t feel like I’d ever be deep enough.
“Oh, fuck.” I exhaled, leaning back on my knees and leaning forward, latching on to both hips with my hands and raising her to my level. “You feel so goddamn good.”
She moaned loudly and her pussy once again started to ripple.
The moment she tipped over the edge, I followed her over, eager for the clench of her pussy.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the way she’d steal my breath and make me forget how to think.
As I filled her full of my release, I realized that this woman was dangerous on every level.
And though she didn’t know yet, she was my mate, my equal with just as much power as I had. And for all of her young undead life, I knew she could handle all that I had in it to give.
Could handle me and all of my faults.
I grunted as my seed left me all over again, as her release coaxed everything my cock had to give and fell to my side.
Pulling her in tightly to my chest, I tangled my legs with hers and lay there as I tried to catch my breath.
My cock was nestled between her legs, still erect, but no less sated.
“I’ll be quiet now.”
I chuckled.
Sure she would.
CHAPTER 19
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck off.
-T-shirt
ACADIA
Seven nights later, I woke up disoriented.
What had woken me?
I looked around the darkened room.
My eyes came to a rest on the clock.
There was a constant thrum at the back of my skull, tying me to Constantine, but it was muted as it always was when he or I were sleeping.
Something was off.
Something had been off for a while now, but nothing like this. Constantine had been holding something back from me. Keeping something a secret, but it was obviously not bad enough that he felt I needed to know… yet.