Page 52 of Bloody Bargain
“You are mine,” I hissed. Her eyelids fluttered and her channel pulsated around me in a chaotic rhythm from the pressure. My tail’s tip rearranged itself, surfing against her walls like the dorsal fin of a shark, finding the places that pleased her.
“Harder,” she breathed.
I obliged, pressing up on that hard knot again, feeling now that it was a little softer, a little deeper. Her sheath was silky with fluid, and she bit into my scales with her bird-like grip until it stung.
“Out,” she rasped, squeezing my tail as her eyes popped open. “D’abel–”
I did as she asked, unraveling my length within her as I bared my fangs in a covetous snarl. I caught the end of my tail with one hand and wrapped my tongue around it to savor her flavor before the sea washed it away.
And then she was descending. My fangs flexed and spilled, mixing with her taste as my head squeezed into the volcanic heat of her body. She squeezed my heads together to fit them in, stretching her slit open until those delicate petals bloomed like a calla lily. Tessa swallowed me inch by glistening inch, my spikes throbbing from the immense pressure.
Then she rotated her hips, pressed her trembling fingers into the swollen pink nub above her sheath, and her voice cracked. Her climax was a kaleidoscope of blinding pulses that squeezed my ters so hard that each spike responded in kind, thumping and tingling with impatience.
I bared my fangs, and my tail whipped away to thrash in the water far from her soft skin where it was safer. My ters wasn’t the only part of me that wanted to expand. My spirit leaked in smoky black wisps from beneath my scales. My claws blackened as they dug into the surf. My tail grew spines and lengthened… If I lost control—
Tessa’s hand closed around my throat and she put her whole weight into holding me there beneath her. The pain of my bondage brought me back, hundreds of needles ripping through my flesh, scraping my bones. But it was an erotic pain this time, and my ters pulsed with excitement inside her.
“No,” she growled with a strained breath, brow darkened with determination. When her seat bones met my hips, the look cracked on a sob of fullness. She ground herself against my scales and moaned, then lifted herself back up. “We are finishing this. All of you… for all of me, D’abel.”
“Yes,” I rasped, “mine Tessa.”
“Then stay,” she demanded, sliding up and down my ters slowly, thoroughly. “No running away.”
I groaned, splitting my tongue around either side of her forearm, mimicking the movement of her channel on my length. My spikes inside her body were wet withher,as hot as blood but not the same. Slippery, salacious, mixing with my tides until the sea drank her up and I could taste her in my scales.
“Had I not, I’d have lost you,” I breathed. I ran my claws up the outsides of her thighs and she shivered at the flirtation of pain.
“Had you not, this would have been done already.” She picked up her pace now that she had adjusted to my girth. The rhythm was mesmerizing, and I raised my hips to meet her, thrust for thrust.
I snarled as she squeezed my throat harder, her thighs slapping the surf as she consumed me from the inside out. Her skin was flush, her lips parted as she panted. I grabbed the globes of her backside and my claws bit into her flesh, drawing forth the scent of iron. Her pace quickened, and she sat harder atop me, my cockheads hitting the hard entrance of her womb with primal triumph.
“We will never bedonewith each other,” I growled.“Ay mare,Tessa. Forever.”
She bit her lip, brow creased. She stared into my eyes like I was her enemy. Her lover. The one thing she could always depend on. Even when she threw her many slings and arrows, I loved her.
That wasn’t what she’d thought she’d agreed to when I was strung up, holding the veil’s anchor aloft in that little shed. Love tore mine Tessa open like no knife ever could, and I needed her guts to spill like I needed air.
I wrapped my tail around the column of her long, slender throat and threw her into the tide. The cold water displaced around her then swallowed her back up, distorting my view of her as if I was looking through imperfect glass. I dragged her up until her head was out of the water, sand and bits of shell sifting through her dry curls. Her bangs fell back, exposing scars along her temples and forehead.
She gasped, eyes wide, coughing from the pressure of my tail on her esophagus. Her neck tensed, highlighting the meat of her shoulder, the dip of her collarbone…
I groaned, unhinging my jaw and flexing my curved fangs for her to admire. Her pulse doubled as she dug her little fingers into my arms.
My tail swept one of her legs wide so I could fit my hips between hers as I rubbed my face into the base of her neck. I devoured her scent, licking her flesh until it was hot and raw against the chill of the misty air.
When I sank my teeth into my beloved, I slid home between her legs, sheathing my ters in her hot, compressed channel. My fangs each slipped a bead of venom into her bloodstream, and the muscles relaxed in my mouth’s grip. Tessa moaned, digging her fingers into my long hair until her nails bit at my scalp.
My ters pulsed once deep within her, both heads pressed against her womb. My stomach flipped in time with my tail as it thrashed with eager, possessive dreams of reaching beyond that inner chamber. But my mouth filled with iron-laced blood, spicy like cloves, as rich as mineral soil, and I lost all reason.
I sucked Tessa’s lifeblood through my fangs like straws. My entire jaw, all the muscles within my mouth and neck, lit up like molten metal sparks. I drank her down until my cold body ignited with life and lust. My abdomen clenched of its own will, thrusting my hips into her sheath until she hiccuped and her voice broke on a high, delicate mewl.
The unguarded noise traveled all the way down my tail, turning the tip into a firecracker. My tail swelled and lengthened, its thrashing capsizing the boats and frothing the sea. My shoulders bulged as I held my weight on one elbow beside her head and cradled her waist with the other.
Tessa’s hands slipped from my hair.
“It’s so…” she slurred, “much…”
I dragged on her arteries, her heart pumping blood into my mouth even as its rhythm sputtered. I had never had achalis,a mate, but instinct insisted I follow through despite the faint and fluttery beats of her heart and the way her skin grew cold. My spirit roared and thrashed, whipping up a storm and the sea like a violent monster hell-bent on tearing us both apart.
