Page 36 of Little Mate
However, a few seconds later I’m crying out. There’s a slight sting near my labia, a fiery throb that’s unexpected right before my eyes roll back and the world disappears.
He’s licking me there. Right over my clit, and the pain quickly turns into bliss. Each stroke of his tongue leaves me breathless, fighting his hold to move against his mouth that promises nirvana.
At the first undulation of my hips, his head snaps up, though. There’s anger in those eyes, glaring at me, but I’m frozen by something else. There’s blood on his lips, smeared across and down his chin, and maybe I’m sick because I find it sexy.
The sight. The hunger staring back at me.
Him.
“Don’t move.” His teeth are clenched, fangs out with a few drops of red falling from the tip. My body spasms at the sight, shivers at the resurfacing of aches where he cut me—the sting coming from the area between my lip and the crease of my left thigh. “I’m tempting fate enough today.”
“Theo, please. It hurts.”
“My poor baby,” he coos, the fingers on my throat flexing. “So needy. Such a pretty little cunt.” The vulgarity in that one word only heightens my arousal, and the proof slips from my clenching hole. Not that he lets a single drop get far, his mouth slanting over my slit while his tongue laps—devours me.
I’m left clinging to the bedsheets below while hovering on a dangerous edge with no rope.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My hand has never made me feel delirious—weightless—while a tidal wave of ecstasy threatens to bury me in its wrath.
And yet as it looms, I can’t look away.
Not when he’s watching my reactions. Not when his tongue laps near the cut, not touching directly, but I know he’s drinking from me.
Another heady experience.
To know I’m his sustenance. I’ll satiate his thirst.
“More.” A demand from me. A plea.
“Louder.”
“Theo, I need…oh fuck!” I scream the latter, my entire body tightening when his fingers connect with my outer thigh a second time. Between his nips and licks and now the slight prick of pain, I’m on overload. Almost there. My eyes become glassy with unshed tears; I’m racked with shivers beneath him. “More.”
“Feed me.” Two words. That’s what equates to my utter and total destruction, but when the flat of his tongue runs from my entrance to clit, a near featherlight touch, I come. A euphoric sensation slams into me and I arch back despite his hold on me, losing myself to the experience.
“That’s my pretty girl.” His praise feels like glory, and more so when he continues his assault through each pulse. My muscles lock and core clenches, the wave a never-ending torrent of beautiful pain under his tongue and hold.
And only when the last bit of pleasure is wrung from my body does he release my neck and then licks the aching wound his fangs created. It hurts a bit when he does, but that soon numbs and I’m left a jittery, smiling mess atop his covers.
A very sleepy mess at that.
“You wore me out,” I hear myself say, but things are slowing down around me now. My eyes are closing, noises ebbing, and the last thing I make out is his warm chuckle before it all goes black.
11
THEODORE ASTOR
VAMPIRE KING
We’ve been inside my private quarters for three days now, and we’ve yet to do two things:
Discuss why she came. Consummate the bond.
Both are important, yet the latter will have to wait a tiny bit.
I want to surprise her. Spoil her.
However, she’s restless today, and I have something that will help.