Page 101 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Winnow’s words and her hands grasping my face are the only things grounding me, even as my hips continue to pound into her.

“It’ll be just like that, baby. Now, please do it because I can’t hold back this orgasm anymore…”

“Angel, no. What if I?—

Her words are firm as she tightens her grip on my head, and with surprising strength, forces my mouth to hover just over the curve of her neck.

“You won’t.”

I can’t hold back anymore, not when it feels so fucking right, because I know she would never.

In the next moment, my fangs are sinking into her soft flesh. A cinnamon-y, subtle sweet warmth blossoms on my palette, mingling with the flavour of the velvety rich blood spilling into my mouth.

Winnow’s breath escapes her in a sigh that belies her ecstasy and mirrors my moan. My eyes are rolling into the back of my head as euphoria pours through, and the pressure in my head peaks before finally dissipating.

My fingertips prickle, and suddenly I feel claws pressing into Winnow’s thighs.

Oh my fucking God. It’s happening.

That’s the extent of my realization before that cord between us pulls so tight it feels like it might snap, and in the same instant my climax ascends and wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy washes over me. The sensation is so intense, I have to sit back on my heels just to prevent myself from fucking passing out.

Lips parted in a euphoria that mirrors my own, a golden-pink halo of light radiates from Winnow as she grips me with her own delicate claws and rhythmically pumps her hips to counter my movements and my thumb moves to work steady, determined circles over her clit.

The sight of whatever transformation is occurring in me has her euphoria-addled gaze widening in awe as my thrusts turn merciless, hastening and deepening. Her eyes briefly roll back as her body arches. “Oh fuck, Gideon!”

Her cry is cut short as her pussy spasms and clenches around me. My cock hardens impossibly further as it spasms and fills Winnow in pulsing spurts until it’s spilling out of her.

Mesmerized, my eyes fix to the sight of my thick, glistening cock, withdrawing to the tip, and gliding back inside andstretching her precious, pink pussy as my cum overflows and she spasms around me. When her orgasm descends, I finally withdraw to admire the perfect picture of my seed trickling out of her.

Winnow whimpers heated curses as I swipe my thumb through my mess, pushing it back inside her and teasing her clit with it. Her hips twitch and roll as she watches me, both of us rapt with fascination: me with my cum where it belongs, and her at whatever new physical traits I now possess. At the moment, I find the latter far less compelling than the former.

Unable to resist the powerful thread of arousal still burning through me, I line myself up again with her entrance. Sliding home on a groan, my thrusts are slow and deep. That tether, as Winnow called it, is pulsing with life, pouring emotion and purpose into every stroke, coupled with the gratitude that we both survived and overcame so we could eventually find one another.

“You make it all fucking worth it, angel.”

WINNOW

Tears prick my eyes even as Gideon drives me toward yet another earth-shattering orgasm. Dark horns rise from his head, and it reminds me of the nephilim I’ve occasionally come across when they’ve visited my realm to meet with my cousin, Queen Theia, on behalf of the Gods of Death. All that he’s missing are their wings. His beauty in every form is breathtaking, but this…

To me, his horns represent so much more than mere physical changes. They speak of the lengths he’s willing to go for me. My chin trembles beneath the weight of my emotion, and in the next moment, I’m in Gideon’s arms and being pulled into his lap.

I take over, hips rolling as my pussy works over his enormous, slick length and my hands dive into his hair. Gideon’s lips capture mine, and our tongues caress in the same moment as we groan our bliss.

When we part to take a breath, I press my forehead to his and whisper against his lips.“I’d have willingly endured a lifetime of torture just to have this with you.”

My fangs throb with the need to drink his blood—to feel yet another part of him inside of me. As if he can read my mind, ormore likely, intuit through our tether, Gideon tilts his head to give me better access.

My fangs sink into the meaty muscle between his neck and shoulder. Scarce seconds pass for the venom to take effect, causing each and every cell in my body to detonate with tingling rapture. My eyes slip shut as I succumb to the sensation of what I can only describe as our souls re-merging, reuniting. I can even see it in my mind’s eye, our souls surrounded by starlight and the infinite cosmos as our souls weave, and there is truly no separation.

Distantly I feel both mine and Gideon’s physical bodies—the sensation of his claws and fingertips press into the flesh of my hips, my core spasming around his length as his cock throbs with his release inside me, and a searing heat alighting both of our backs.

Gradually, as we return to our bodies, my mind finally registers the familiar weight at my back. The twitching of long-forgotten muscles.

My heart is in my throat as I finally withdraw my fangs and open my eyes. Gideon’s lips are parted in breathless astonishment as his brows knit together, and I pause in utter shock as I feel a set of dark, membranous wings unfurl from between my shoulders.

“Oh, angel… You have wings.”

WINNOW

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