Page 41 of Claim the Twilight
By the timeI joined Ezekiel in the dining room, I was starting to doubt my interpretation of his earlier words. Maybe he hadn’t been making a play on words. Maybe he genuinely meant to feed me blood.
He stood looking at one of the landscapes on the wall but turned as I entered the room. “Ready to be fed?” he asked.
I wandered over to the long mahogany table, trailing my fingers across the smooth polished surface. “Is Matthew bringing me blood, then?”
Ezekiel brushed past me. “Matthew isn’t invited to this meal.”
The soft snick of a door closing was followed by the click of Ezekiel’s boots as he approached to wrap his arms around my waist.
I leaned back against him, head falling to his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as his warm breath kissed the side of my face.
“Unless it’s truly blood that you want.”
“No, I?—”
He squeezed me tightly, cutting off my words and eliciting a gasp.
“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to spread you on this table and feast on your hot, wet cunt.”
My pussy throbbed, and a thick, musky scent spiked in the air. A scent that I instinctively recognized as arousal.
Ezekiel kissed my throat. “Will you let me eat you, Little Silver? Let me taste you, tongue deep, while you writhe beneath me?”
My throat tightened, heart beating hard against my ribs. “What if someone comes in?”
“Doors are locked. The room is ours.” His hands slid up my body to cup my breasts and knead.
I bit back a moan, heat pulsing between my legs, wet and warm. “Yes. Yes, please.”
He spun me, grabbed my hips, and lifted me onto the table. “You won’t be needing these.” He hooked a finger into the waistband of my trousers and tugged. “Take them off.” His tone was edged in a growl, pinpricks of red blooming in his topaz eyes.
I quickly shucked off my trousers, gasping when he gripped me, thumbs digging into the soft sensitive flesh of my inner thighs as he parted me, his intense gaze on my panty-covered pussy.
He slid his hand up, thumbs coasting along my panty line.
“Pretty and pink.” He licked his lips. “I remember.” He pressed his thumb to the seam of my pussy and ran it upward, pushing down on my clit through the material. My hips jerked toward him, and my pulse jumped. “We won’t be needing these.” He peeled my panties down, then took a seat between my legs. “Lie back.”
I obliged, breath coming out in a rush as the cold air between my legs was replaced by his hot breath.
He parted me further, holding me firmly as he brought his mouth down to my pussy. I bucked as he licked me, instinctively attempting to squeeze my thighs closed against the tension rippling through me. His growl vibrated against my clit, a warning to stay put.
“I’m sorry, I…Oh…”
My eyes rolled back as he laved me with the flat of his rough tongue, flicking my clit then circling it. Waking the bundle of nerves into painful alertness. Sharp shocks of pleasure tore soft cries from my lips, and when his tongue began to lash at me, I almost lost it. Fingers digging into wood, anchoring there, head back, chest heaving as sensation built, there was nothing but the budding weave of tight pressure coalescing at my core. I pulsed for him, begging to be filled, and he obliged, offering me his long, thick tongue.
My strangled cry lodged in my throat, and I gave him my pussy in short, sharp thrusts. Please. Yes. Please.
Release rolled over me, squeezing my lungs and tightening my throat. Tears blurred my vision, and Ezekiel growled against me, lapping at my arousal as if it was nectar. A stab of fire interrupted my bliss, and I cried out in pain, but the next moment, the pain was nothing but a dull ache, buried beneath the throb of Ezekiel’s feeding.
Heat flooded my limbs as the aphrodisiac in his saliva entered my blood. I sank my fingers into his hair, holding fast and rolling my pussy against his mouth. Another orgasm rocked through me, and a flash of bright light filled the room.
Dark spots danced in my vision, and for a moment, in my floaty, sex-fueled haze, I thought that the light was part of my climax. But the dots faded to reveal a winged figure standing on the other side of the table.
Kaster Black.
Chapter 18
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