Page 25 of Eternally Rare
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Her heart is steady, but fast, and I control her movements again, decorating her slender throat with my hand.
Once more, I spit into her mouth, a moan slipping free of her body, and I break. I move fast, wanting to swallow her sounds before the universe has a chance to taste them. Our lips meet in a clash, wine spilling free from my mouth.
My lips have never touched another’s but the moment they touch hers, my own groan of pleasure travels through my chest. The dimensions right themselves, the planet that has felt so empty, now fills full with the hope of a future. Her kiss is eager, and the inexperience is sweeter than the aftertaste the wine left.
We are learning together.
My grip tightens on her shirt and this time when my hair drifts to her, I do not stop it. I do not have the will. Her tongue flicks out to mine, the tips teasing each other, daring the other to do more. Her hands slide up the back of my neck, her nails sinking into my scalp as she gains more confidence.
“Cai,” she whimpers, dragging herself over my hard cock. Her nose buries against my neck, and she licks my vein. “You smell so good, Beloved.” She sucks my flesh into her mouth, her fangs threatening to break the skin. “So pretty,” she murmurs, kissingdown my throat as she unties the belt to my robe. Her hand dips under the lapels, parting the material until my chest is bare. She continues to grind against me, over and over again, moaning the faster she moves.
“So thirsty.” She inhales, smelling the other side of my neck. “I haven’t fed since I met you. No other’s blood will do.”
“Are you hungry, My Snow? Do you need to feed?” I yank her head back by wrapping her hair around my wrist.
She hisses at me, flashing her sharp fangs, and glaring at me with starving red irises.
“Do not ever make yourself go hungry again when I am here for you, to sate your craving, to fill your needs. You will never go hungry again. If you need, promise you will take from me.”
Using her vampire speed, she blurs us until I am on my back against the table, laid out before her like a feast with my arms spread. She bends my neck, exposing my throat further, and without warning, she snarls, cutting the sharp points into the jugular vein.
“Fuck!” I yell, arching my back from pain and pleasure. “Yes, My Snow. Drink. Take all you need.” I cup the back of her head, pressing her face further into my neck.
She groans, sinking those weaponized teeth into me deeper.
“Rarity,” I whisper in warning as my orgasm threatens.
She takes another long drag from me, and I toss my head back, shouting in ecstasy as I come. My undergarments become wet, yet my cock is still frozen solid, wanting more, wanting us to give into the mating bond.
To my surprise, her hand slips down my chest, and I cannot remember how to breathe.
“Ah— Oh— Rarity— I,” I have no idea what I am trying to say. Speaking has never been an issue for me until this moment.
Who needs to speak when the pleasure I am feeling shouts volumes?
Her lithe fingers slip under the waistband of my undergarments. Immediately, she touches come.
“So much, Cai. Is this all for me?” She brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking the clear, glittering fluid from her flesh. “Your come is cold,” she notices.
“All of me is,” I slur, high from her bite still.
“Your blood isn’t.” She yanks my head to the other side that isn’t bitten. “In fact, it warms me more than a fire, Cai. I think—” she licks the spot where she wants to feed “—I might need more.”
Before I can say a word, she is biting me again, drinking more of my blood. Another orgasm rolls through me and Rarity’s palm is there, cupping the crown of my cock so she can catch my release.
She straightens, teeth gleaming with red. Her eyes close and she sways as if she has had too much wine. I try to readjust my position under her, but she mistakes it for me trying to leave.
With a sneer, she pins me with her advanced strength, bites her free hand, and then shoves her palm against my mouth. Her blood touches my tongue just as she cleans her palm of my come. Her blood is power, swimming through my veins, mending the molecules inside me that have started to melt from the rejection of my mates.
Her eyes snap open when the connection between us intensifies. We are not mated yet. I know vampires have to fuck to complete the mating ritual, but sharing blood begins the bond. I can feel her every emotion, her uncertainty, her fear, her excitement, and her lust.
The red fades from her irises, violet replacing the harsh monstrous color of her vampire that I would love to see chasing me through the dark.
“Oh my gods.”
I sit up, clutching the back of her neck. “Don’t. Don’t panic, My Snow. Everything is okay. I am okay.”