“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked; a tantalizing grin slowly spread across his face. The sight of his sharp fangs had me excited.
In response to his question, I reached down between our bodies to grip his shaft tightly. “I think I have a pretty good idea. But, I’m really not liking all of the clothing between us.” I began to unfasten his jeans, and he followed my lead, stripping off his t-shirt.
He then slid his jeans off, freeing the smooth as velvet erection that I eyed hungrily. I encircled it with my hand just tight enough to coax a moan from him. His pupils dilated until his eyes were all black. He only allowed me to stroke him for a moment before pushing my hand away.
With a low murmur, he buried his face between my legs, pulling my G-string aside roughly. I dug clawed hands into my pillow as he directly attacked me with his tongue.
As he roughly licked me from top to bottom, I cried out at the overwhelming onslaught of sensation.
My instant reaction was to plunge both hands into his jet-black hair, careful not to gauge him with my claws. I held tight, and a series of groans and growls filled the silence. The orgasm was almost instant, and I shuddered beneath his persistent tongue.
He quickly stripped my thong off and tossed it on the floor. My robe was quick to follow, but he left my nightie on, bunched around my waist. I grabbed for him eagerly when he rose above me, expecting him to enter me. When he didn’t, I was surprised to find him staring down at me.
All of a sudden, he hooked his hands under my hips and flipped us over so that he was beneath me, and I straddled him. I couldn’t hide the naughty smile that played across my lips.
I immediately gripped his manhood so that I could slide myself down on to it. Before I could do so however, he grasped my left arm in his hand and drew it close. His tongue played over that soft spot in my inner elbow. He traced the veins there, sucking at them until they plumped up nicely. His other hand went to my hip, guiding me so that he was ready at my soft, inviting entrance.
I was more than ready to slide down on his amazing, rock hard length of flesh, but he stopped me with a look. I knew that look. It made my stomach clench.
“You are my wolf.” It wasn’t a question. Arys simply made the statement, but he waited for a response.
“Yes.” I nodded, my voice thick with sex. I rubbed against the head of him, teasing with my slick wetness.
In one swift fluid motion, my dark vampire pulled me down on him so that he slid deep inside me as he sunk fangs into my soft flesh simultaneously. A pained noise escaped me as those needle sharp teeth freed the blood trapped within my vein. It hurt intensely, but every moment of pain was matched with just as much pleasure.
As I lifted up and plunged down on to him again, he gripped my hip possessively as he sucked at my bleeding arm. A trickle of blood escaped him, streaking crimson lines down to my wrist. The sight of it added to the exhilaration of the moment.
I increased my speed on top of him as he thrust up into me, driving himself even deeper still, wrenching a cry from me. His mouth on my flesh sent a shiver down my spine, increasing the pleasure coursing through me. We rode the wave of power that crashed over us with the natural balance that we’d established over the past few months.
I clung to Arys with my free hand, and my nails left angry red scratches on his chest and stomach. I panted his name, and he made an animalistic sound low in his throat. He lapped at the bloody wound. His touch became more than I could handle as another climax began to build.
When it rolled over me, I embraced it in full and felt him tense as he reached his own peak. I felt him spasm inside me, which caused wave after wave of additional pleasure as my body instinctively gripped him tighter. I collapsed on top of him, my face pressed against his chest. He licked my wounded arm again before releasing it and wrapping me tight in his embrace.
Arys breathed my name and pressed a kiss to my sweaty temple. Soreness began to set in from the bite on my inner arm, but it was a welcomed pain, much like the one that would set in between my legs.
The best sexual afterglow was the one that needed no words to perfect it. My head rested over his still heart, the very place he once claimed I had breathed new life into, and I wondered what he was feeling. I gripped him tighter, wishing we could stay like that all day. It wouldn’t be long before the coming dawn would drive him from me, taking with him the safety and comfort I was reveling in.
Chapter Seven
After Arys left, I’d promptly fallen asleep on the futon with the TV still on mute and my nightie haphazardly arranged. I’d awoken around three in the afternoon to Ky attempting to work quietly on her laptop at the kitchen table.