Xhex stepped up to the edge of the bed and reached out, brushing his churning thigh with her fingertips. The light contact was enough to keep his release going, his hips thrusting up, his sex kicking, his warrior body contracting as the pleasure rocked through him.
Bending down, she shoved his pumping hand aside and captured him with her mouth, sucking him off, finishing him the right way as he thrashed in the sheets. And as soon as he was done, at least with that particular release, he stilled for only a nanosecond before sitting up and reaching for her.
She went to him with ease, kissing him as he pulled her on top of his body. His hands, those big, familiar hands, roamed everywhere. . . until they settled on her ass, and jacked her upward so he could nestle his face into her breasts -
With a quick slash of his fangs, he bit through her muscle shirt, and latched onto her nipple, sucking, and licking as she helped him out, pulling her jacket off, ditching her weapons, and -
John flipped her over onto her back and snarled soundlessly at her leathers.
Things didn't go well for them - which, considering how tough cowhide was, said something about all the get-naked that was happening. At least he knew better than to mess with her cilices, though.
As soon as they were in position, he pushed into her with a jab, and the sting of the stretch was enough to throw her right into a bone-bending orgasm. He followed, joining her, their bodies working each other while she cried out.
And still he kept riding her, the relentless pounding giving her more of exactly what she needed.
Baring her fangs, she waited until he paused for a moment - then she struck. Biting him hard, she shoved him over onto his back, forcing him flat on the mattress so she could straddle him. And as she held him down by the shoulders and drew against his throat, she resumed the fucking, her thighs lifting her up and pushing her down, working his erection.
John's surrender to her was complete. His arms stayed to the sides, his strength ceded to her, his body hers to use until she drained him dry up at his neck and down at his hips.
As she took him, his eyes stayed locked on her face, the love shining out of them so great, they were a pair of blue suns raining warmth all over her.
How in the world could she ever live without him. . .
Releasing his throat temporarily, she rode out the curre
nt orgasm, burying her face into his shoulder as things got so violent she couldn't keep contact with his throat. But she knew his vein was hers for the taking, as soon as it was over. . .
Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple.
He was her home.
He was where she belonged.
Rolling to the side, she encouraged him to follow her, and he came with her as easy as water, as hot as fire. It was his turn to feed. . . and given the way his eyes zeroed in on her jugular, he agreed with her.
"Let me seal you first," she said as she went for her puncture marks.
He took her wrist and held her back, shaking his head. No - I want to bleed for you.
Xhex closed her eyes, her throat tightening.
It was hard to say where this was going to lead them, because she never would have predicted their split in the first place. But it was so damned good to be home. . . even if this was just a short stay.
Hours passed, the night waning and dawn arriving; and then the sun rose from the lip of the horizon, ascending to its noonday heights, washing the snow-covered mountain with light.
Autumn was unaware of any of this - and that would have been true whether she was down in the clinic or up at the mansion. . . or out in the snow.
In fact, she might as well have been directly in the sunshine.
She was on fire.
The blazing heat in her womb reminded her of the birthing of Xhexania, the agony rising to heights that made her wonder if death wasn't coming for her, before easing off just enough so she could catch her breath and prepare for the next peak. And as with labor, the cycling persisted, the moments of relenting becoming farther and farther apart until the pain of the need filled out the contours of her body and took over all movement, all breath, all thought.
It had not been like this before. Back when she'd been with that symphath, the needing hadn't been half this strong. . . .
Or half this long. . .
After however many hours of torture, she had no more tears left, no more sobs, not even any twitches. She just lay in stillness, barely breathing, her heartbeat sluggish, her eyes closed as her body was yet assaulted internally.