Nightwolf

But Wolf isn’t a human. The heat doesn’t bother him to the same extent, and he can hold his breath forever. I don’t even think he needs to breathe at all. Maybe oxygen is like a treat for vampires, I don’t know.

What I do know is that this is blowing my fucking mind. Even in the water, which is usually desensitizing, his tongue is rough and strong, delivering all the right friction as he licks me up and down, sucking my clit between his lips, plunging his tongue deep inside.

Good lord, getting eaten out by a vampire is the way to go. If this is what it feels like in a hot tub, I can’t imagine the sensations when we’re dry. I already feel like my circuits are overloading and I have to grip the edge of the hot tub, my fingernails digging into the material, in order to keep from going mad.

“Oh god,” I cry out, the skill of his tongue unparalleled as he swirls and circles my clit in hard passes that make my lips tingle. “Fucking hell.”

It’s weird too that he can’t hear me, can’t hear my moans and little cries, it’s almost like I’m getting off on mute. But then I realize he can hear me. The louder I moan, the harder he goes at me, sucking my swollen flesh between his lips until I’m so close to coming again I can taste it.

It’s his heightened supernatural senses. He can hear me, feel me, he probably knows exactly when I’m about to come just by listening to my body. It speaks to him without me knowing it.

And it tells him exactly what I want.

His tongue lashes me, mouth moving hard and fast, ravenous, and even though he’s not feeding, he’s feasting on me all the same. The hot, thick pressure in my core is molten, spreading throughout me, and my nerves feel like they’ve been stretched like a tightrope, moments from snapping, and, and…

“Oh, fuck!” The cry rips out of my throat, something deep and dark and primal, and I’m writhing on Wolf’s face, the water splashing over the tub as I thrust my hips up, helping his tongue fuck me deeper until I lose all control.

I come so hard, I’m slipping down in the water, gasping for ragged breath, trying to hold myself up, yet succumbing to oblivion as my limbs jerk and shake, as if my mind has been pried open and the contents won’t stop spilling out.

The water goes above my head.

Then everything goes black.

Chapter 8

Wolf

“Amethyst?” I ask from the doorway, keeping my voice low. I watch her for a few moments as she lies there on her side, back to me, making sure she’s breathing. I would know if she wasn’t, it’s a sense I have, but even so, it’s comforting to see her chest rise and fall, her body lit up by the dawn.

I should probably walk away, go downstairs, put on another pot of coffee. Maybe make her some breakfast. That’s what a lover would do, isn’t it? That’s at least what a friend who made her come so hard she passed out would do.

But I stand there, watching her. I’m having a hard time connecting this moment with the last time I saw her sleeping, when she was having a nightmare at the house. That feels like a lifetime ago, like another world, like it happened in some other century. Suddenly, I’m hit with the feeling of what it would be like for her to live with me through the ages, and it’s like a sledgehammer to the chest.

I want that. I fucking want her and I want that.

But I can’t have that. She’ll never be mine through the ages. She’ll always be human, and I couldn’t turn her into a vampire even if I tried. Not only is it illegal, but the consequences are greater than either of us could bear.

I suck in my breath, trying to bury the sorrow that wants to rise in my throat like bile. I can’t think about what can’t be, I can only think about what’s right in front of me.

Amethyst, with her rollercoaster curves, her fantastic tits and fuckable ass, that gorgeous face with lips that begged for me to kiss her, eyes that asked me to give her my all. Last night I stayed back, keeping part of myself away from her, but even so, it felt like she belonged to me, and only me. I’d only dreamed about making her come, about the way her eyes would look, about how she’d feel from the inside, about the sounds she would make, and the reality was so much more than that. If I’m not careful going forward with her, I could easily become addicted, like a junkie, like the vampire I am, insatiable for blood, but also for her, body and soul.