Page 11 of Those That Are Lost
It goes from tentative to forceful in seconds. I feel her meeting me stroke for stroke and I revel in the heat of her. Our trauma might be something we need to work on, but this? We immediately slip back into the perfect rhythm with each other.
Red winds her hands up and around my neck, demanding. I quickly obey, moving to hoist her up by her thighs. She wraps herself around my waist, bringing our bodies closer until there’s not a single breadth of space between us.
A possessive growl rumbles through my chest at being between her thighs for the first time in months, at being between her legs again full stop as it had been far from a guarantee. Any blood not already in my groin rushes south, my hard dick bucking against the too tight fabric of my jeans.
The scent of her arousal snaps the final piece of my sanity. Red shrieks in my arms at the speed I turn us and drop on the bed. As soon as her back hits the mattress I’m pulling at the dress. Not caring to safeguard the garment, I rip it straight down the centre. She’s tugging my shirt too and we break apart just long enough for her to get it over my head.
I stand for the barest of seconds to rid myself of my jeans, shucking my boxers and socks with them. Red uses the time to wiggle out of the shreds of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra and her bare breasts bounce at her movement, drawing my attention.
As soon as I’m naked, I’m on my knees on the bed,towering back over her. I lean down and take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking on it. She arches up into my mouth, her breaths already coming in fast pants as she succumbs to pleasure.
My hands roam the rest of her exposed flesh, kneading her other breast, tracing her waist, gripping her hip. I can’t touch all of her fast enough as I release her nipple to plant open mouthed kisses to the swell of her breast and up towards her shoulder.
I feel her hips cant against my thigh between her legs. My hand is immediately at her core, moving the fabric of her underwear to the side. My fingers find her already soaked for me. The touch sends a heady rush to my head and I groan again. She moans too as I brush my index and middle digits up and down her opening. Coating them in her arousal, I move up to softly circle her clit. She twitches like I’ve sent shockwaves across her skin but she grinds harder onto my fingers, wanting more. I play the sensitive bundle of nerves in the exact way I know will have her losing control fast.
Seeing her open to this, open to pleasure, when she’s been so guarded, fills me with hope. She’s unguarded at this moment, feeling, letting me in. The relief I feel at being able to see her like this make the muscle in my chest beat stronger. Unable to have only my fingers on her I move down her body, my mouth seeking the soft flesh of her thigh, tasting each delicious inch, pressing my fangs to her skin with a series of open-mouthed kisses.
The sense of rightness settles in me.
For months, I’ve been lost. I’ve been searching and feeling this desperate itch in my bones, like part of me is missing. For the first time in far too long the world is turning as it should. I was made for her, my mate.
I need more.
Swapping my fingers for my thumb so Ican keep pleasuring her clit, I slide my fingers inside her. I feel her heat, her walls contracting around my digits. My dick twitches, leaking precum, wishing it was what she was wrapped around instead of my hand. I wrap a fist around the shaft and slowly stroke.
Pumping slowly in and out of her, watching every flex of her body, every breath she takes. I absorb it all as she writhes. Curling my fingers I drag them against her front wall and she gasps, throwing her head back.
“Fuck,” she exclaims as I do it again, speeding up slightly and pushing deeper with each thrust. “Ty, I… I’m already so close.”
Those words are the sweetest praise to my ears. I need to see her come. I need her warmed up and relaxed so I can bring us both home.
The sight of her exposed throat pulls me up her body, my baser instincts pushing to the forefront of my control. I lean over to place kisses to her collarbone and into the apex of her neck. I continue to send Red flying towards her release. I release my cock and use her hip instead to grind against, needing her desperately.
I’m torn between wanting to watch her come apart at my hand or stay plastered against her, feeling inches of her skin against mine. The vein popping in her neck decides it for me as I move my lips higher, delivering a kiss to it as she cries out, the orgasm I’m delivering on her body taking hold.
Nipping at her skin, I almost tasting the flush of her climax. My head goes hazy as I keep suckling on her throat. Becoming hyper aware of my fangs, they throb for me to bite into her flesh. Pressing the columns of them above the vein running down the side of her neck, the euphoria that hits is akin to the moment my cock erupts at the finish line.
I need inside her, in more than one way.
Removing my hand from her core, I rip the thinfabric of her underwear from her body. Without sitting up, I slide my body across hers so we’re flush. Moving entirely on instinct, nothing has felt more natural than this. I’m going to sink inside her and bind her to me.
“Ty, what are you doing?” Words that confuse me hit my ears.
Hands push against my chest.This isn’t right.
Aurora’s voice breaks through my fog. “Ty, you need to stop.” She's wiggling against me, and not out of pleasure or impatience that I’m not yet inside her. She’s trying to get out from under me. Clarity snaps me out of the lust fog I’d been under.
I immediately rear back, going as far as to step off the bed. My jaw goes slack and my erection dies as I realise how out of control I’d become.
Fuck, I’d pushed too far. I’d been so absorbed in feeling her again I’d gone way too far.
Red scoots to the far side of the mattress, up against the wall, pulling her knees up and wrapping a hand around her throat.
I can see her fangs are out too but it's fear in her eyes. I’m sure there's a matching panic in mine.
“Were you about to bite me?” she demands, swiping the hand at her neck across her skin before examining it. Checking for blood. She sags when it comes away clean.
I’m frozen in shock. I was about to bite her. I was about to make her my mate. The magic’s still crackling in my jaw, a pins and needles sensation rippling down my fangs. Disappointment crashes through me, but it leaves horror at myself in its wake.
