Page 40 of Twice Bitten
A slow smile spread across Jack’s face. He lay back against all my pillows, his broad shoulders and predatory bulk both incongruous and oddly perfect laid out on so many brightly colored silks.
“Take what you want,” he said. “I’m all yours.”
I leaned down and stole a breathless kiss first. “I want everything.”
Jack’s eyes widened. And then widened even more as I braced myself on his chest a little more solidly and fucked myself down onto his cock, the stretch breathtaking, punching the air out of my own lungs.
“Everything,” I repeated, and did it again and again, riding him until my muscles burned.
Jack took me by the hips and yanked me down, thrusting up, meeting my motions with equal and opposite force.
“Come for me, Angelo,” he demanded.
And I did, strung as taut as a bowstring, crying out, painting his belly and chest.
Jack hauled me down against his body and crushed me there, panting in my ear as his knot swelled inside me, impossibly hard and thick.
“I missed you too,” I gasped, muffled by his chest.
“Christ, it’s a good thing I can’t reach your neck from here,” he muttered.
I went rigid in his arms. My neck. A bite.
A mating bite. That had to be what he meant, and I’d only just gotten free of the last bond, and I couldn’t…
“I wouldn’t,” he said, low and rough. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t. Not without you asking me for it. But it’s fucking tempting.”
Not like I could argue with that. For all my fear and trepidation, the thought of his teeth tearing into my neck and drawing my blood, fusing our magic together permanently…it made me shiver and groan, clamping down on his knot and feeling how deeply we were already joined together.
I let myself go limp again, let myself savor the way I could hardly tell where he ended and I began.
“I know you wouldn’t.”
Jack sighed and petted my hair. “I think this time we could both be a little more thoughtful about making that decision,” he said, sounding rueful.
And I couldn’t help laughing, whimpering a little when the motion tugged his knot against the rim of my hole.
“If we take a vacation, no Vegas and no Paris. Just to be on the safe side.”
It was Jack’s turn to laugh. “Agreed.”
We laid there quietly for a while, our heartbeats slowing in synchrony. If we didn’t move soon we’d be stuck together even after his knot went down, with the sweat and the come and the general post-orgasm enervation.
Meh. I could imagine much worse fates. Besides, he’d said he meant to keep his knot in me for days. Why bother moving when I’d be right back where I started?
The scent of him filled my nose and made my fangs drop a little.
He’d let me feed from him when I would’ve died without it, but that had been an emergency. Would he…?
I swallowed hard and forced myself to ask. Obliquely, anyway. A direct request felt like too much of a risk. Could I take being rejected for my very nature while I still had his knot opening me up? Probably not, and then how fucking awkward would it be?
“I might—I might want to bite you, though. Um. Even though you wouldn’t be biting me for a while?”
I’d expected at least a little hesitation, some doubt or even disgust.
But he said, “Anytime, Angelo,” his tone completely easy and calm. “Especially if you come in your pants again. That was fucking hot. I can’t believe how hot that was given that you almost died. I felt like such a creep.”
I lifted one hand, almost too lazy to bother, and smacked him in the shoulder, making him chuckle. Bastard.
