Page 46 of Blood Bought

He sat up with a groan, licking the mess off his plump lips and then he smiled at me so I could see those red-tinted fangs. “Sweetest blood I’ve ever had. Sweetest pussy too.”

He didn’t wait for me to respond, just dove right in and sucked my clit into his mouth, scaring the shit out of me until I realized he tucked those razor-sharp things away just in time. I ran a hand through his messy, wet hair and tugged gently as I rocked up, gasping from the dull, fading pain in my thigh as the pleasure took over.

“Alaris, that feels so — good,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to him speaking directly into my mind, but it was nice to be able to hear him with his mouth glued to my body.

He shifted slightly and brought up his hand, trailing his fingertips along my skin until he had two of them pressing against the opening between my shaking thighs. I was scared all over again — that it would hurt, that I wouldn’t know what I was doing and he’d get bored and toss me aside for someone else, that I wouldn’t be good enough.

That he’d ruin me.

My thoughts had him stopping. “Breathe, Adalind. I could never be bored of you, you were made for me. But Iwillruin you.”

He went right back to what he was doing, making me gasp and wish he was already inside of me. The anticipation felt like fire in my lungs, like lightning in my veins. Like if I didn’t get it soon, I’d crumble.

“So fucking ruin me then,” I rushed out. “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to come.” He pinned me down hard and flicked his tongue so fast it may as well have been that vibrator he ruined after half a use. It felt so good, so intense that words died on my tongue as I gave him exactly what he wanted.

Watching him lap it up like an animal licking its prey had my skin trembling, but he was already impatient. He sat up on his knees and tossed the towel aside, giving me my first full look at his beautiful cock.

“Uh... no. Nope, no way. Are you insane?” I asked, sitting up to get a closer look. I knew it felt thick when I’d touched him in the bath, but seeing it was an entirely different experience. It looked like a third leg, something I could balance a fucking dinner plate on if he was hard enough. “It’s not going to fit, and no wonder fucking Elenor died trying to suck that thing. Holy hell.”

“Stop being dramatic, it can’t hold a dinner plate,” he frowned, looking down at it like he’d never thought about it. “You’ll stretch. I just need to get it in this first time, Sweets.”

“Saved my life as a baby just to murder me with a penis twenty years later,” I mumbled. “Weird trade off, but okay.” I licked my lips and spread my legs again, telling myself that despite that little freak-out, I wasn’t going to change my mind. If fucking Sloane could take him... so could I.

“It’s cute that you’re competitive, but there’s no competition, Adalind. There’s only you. Now spit on my cock for me.”

Fuck me running, that’s hot. He’s hot. How am I here?I leaned forward, spitting on that weapon of an appendage and stroking it to spread my saliva around. “Scale of 1-10 this for me, Alaris. How bad will it hurt?”

“You’d have to ask someone with a vagina that question, but it’s going to hurt,” he said honestly. “I can bite you and alleviate some of that pain while I slide in.”

I shook my head slowly. “No. I want to feel it. All of it.”

“That’s my girl.” He added to the saliva and started stroking it, then leaned in to spit right on my pussy. “Scratch me, bite me, rip out my hair, whatever you have to do. But I can’t wait any longer.”

Alaris nudged his way in to spread my legs more as he lined that thing up and braced on the pillow behind my head. But when the head of it finally slipped inside my body, I nearly changed my mind about wanting to feel all of it.

It stung, burned, it felt stabby and dull and fierce and every type of pain I’d ever felt wrapped up all into one, dragging a startled sob from my lungs. “God damnit!” I yelled, way too loud as I pushed at his shoulders and squirmed to my own detriment. “Don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” he growled, pushing in a little more as he started fucking himself deeper into me. “Never f-elt something so tight. Fuck.”

He pushed in even further and I felt it happen, I felt myself tear — like he was ruining me just like he promised. I buried my face in his neck and held him so tightly my muscles ached, but I couldn’t let go. “Hurts,” I whispered. “So big.”

“I know. Breathe, baby. I got you.” He kissed along my skin in a comforting way, rolling his hips as he took it slow for me.

“God, why the fuck are you so big?” I bit him just to stop myself from saying stupid shit, and the taste of his skin was as intoxicating as the rest of him. I licked and sucked a spot on his neck, wishing I had fangs of my own for a moment. But even without them, I knew I was marking up his skin, and I needed it to show.

“Gonna let you borrow my ‘I Bite’ shirt, Sweets. Fuck, that feels so damn good. Perfect little pussy. The blood will help.” He started snapping his hips harder, using my blood as lube to work me open until the lingering high from him feeding from me and that first orgasm had me almost physically enjoying it.

Mentally, I loved it — loved hearing him, loved having him pinning me down, loved the way he was coming undone. “Sorry, what was that?” I whispered, flicking my tongue over his earlobe and biting him again. “Didn’t quite hear you.”

“I— fuck,” he moaned his hips moving faster and faster with each passing moment. “Ah shut up, Ciro! Get th— fuck out of my head.”

I could feel his fangs scratching my neck, begging to sink in, and I needed it. I bared my neck and mumbled, “Take what you need and shut him out. You said it was only us.”

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