Page 24 of Until Forever Comes
“Just a little bit now,” he whispered into my ear, still running gentle circles over my head with his fingers. “I’ll get you good and relaxed and then you can sleep some more.”
It wasn’t a question, which was a good thing because I was too overrun with unfamiliar feelings and emotions to answer. My heart felt full to the point of overflowing, but not in the painful way to which I’d become accustomed. This was like a warmth that glowed and beamed from the inside out.
And though he’d fed from me only once, I already missed that pulling sensation of my blood being drawn out, like a caress underneath my skin, and the glorious release that came with it. I arched toward Miguel, whimpering and begging without words, feeling empty without his mouth on me, his fangs in me.
The sharp teeth on my neck were an expected, welcome relief. I sighed and felt the tension leave my body with every drop of blood Miguel took. He pulled back shortly after he’d started, lapping at my skin to quickly close his marks. I whined in protest, blinking my eyes open in confusion. But before I could formulate words, Miguel nipped the sensitive skin above my areola with his sharp fang.
“Ah!” I cried out in surprise, lifting my chest, legs bucking.
Without removing his mouth, he ran his tongue around the perimeter, and then sucked my nipple into his mouth with a deep, hard pull.
“Oh, Oh, Oh!” I stuttered, panting furiously, grasping my mate’s hair and humping my hips up, trying to find friction.
Miguel clasped my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed. He pushed his thigh between my knees and ground it up against my testicles, the pressure on the edge of too much but somehow feeling just right. And all the while, he continued suckling at my chest, eventually swiping his tongue over my right nipple to stem the flow, before moving on to my left, biting and then suckling and feeding.
Both nipples were red and swollen by the time he released them and kissed his way down my belly. He lifted my legs onto his broad shoulders and looked up at me, his face hovering just above my erection, his gaze wicked.
“Are you ready for one last bite, wolf?”
Anticipation was tinged with a hint of fear as I thought about how to answer. Surely it would hurt to be bittenthere. I looked down at Miguel, settled between my legs, his gaze glued to mine as he licked my pole, leaving a swath of glistening, slick skin. A corner of his mouth turned up in a barely there grin, and then he sucked each of my testicles into his mouth. Where before he’d been rough and demanding, his passion a palpable thing, now he was gentle, making love to me with his mouth.
“Yes,” I said, trusting him implicitly, willing to give him whatever he wanted and trusting he’d make it good for me.
After another few seconds of sucking and licking, he released my testicles and blew a trail of cool air along the length of my rod.
“You’re so damn thick,” he said as he traced a prominent vein with one finger. “All this blood pooling together, making you swell, making you hard.”
“For you,” I said, my voice coming out rough with need.
His eyes burned as he stared at me and took hold of my erection. His red lips opened and curled back and then he dipped his face, just barely piercing my vein before swallowing my prick down to the root.
“Miguel!” I shouted, bucking up reflexively.
It didn’t last long; it couldn’t. Not with my mate’s wet, welcoming mouth taking me in, giving me tight friction as he sucked my hard length and swallowed the hot blood flowing from my vein. He took me higher and higher, relentlessly pleasuring my rod with his mouth as he rolled and fondled my testicles. When I finally came, crying his name and shaking, he sucked harder, swallowing my seed down with my blood as he moaned in pleasure.
My eyes were closed, chest heaving, when Miguel finally released me from his mouth and crawled up my body, peppering me with kisses. He wrapped his arms around me and curled me into his side, tucking my face under his chin and securing one leg around my thighs. I was held tight, protected, wanted.
“Sleep,” he ordered.
So I did.
Chapter 11
WAKINGup alone in Miguel’s bed was unexpected and disconcerting. I wasn’t used to being in new places, wasn’t used to being on my own, wasn’t used to being in the dark, literally, about where things were, who was around, what time it was. I took in a deep breath and sat up, squaring my shoulders.
My mate was a busy man. He seemed to be the leader of his pack or coven or whatever the bloodsuckers, er, vampires called their groups. And, if what I’d witnessed the day prior was any indication, it wasn’t an easy group to lead. Seemed as if they’d just as soon kill Miguel as follow him.
This was my new life and I best get accustomed to it. I was in Miguel’s den, which made it my den now, and if I wanted to know where things were, well, I had excellent night vision. I’d just have to give myself a tour.
The room I was in was tiny, with space for the mattress on the floor, but not much else. And while it wasn’t dirty, it was worn, with crumbling walls, a cracked floor, and what I imagined would look like all-around dinginess if there had been a light to turn on, which there wasn’t.
Wanting to see the rest of the basement, I dressed quickly. I took my money out of my knapsack and stuffed it into my pocket. I opened the door and slowly stepped out of the small, dim room and into a larger one. Though the size of the space differed from where we’d slept, nothing else did. There wasn’t any furniture, save for a table and a couple chairs near the stairs. And it was just as dreary.
Was this how vampires lived? It didn’t match up to what I’d heard about them. They were flashy, self-absorbed, cared only about whatever fun they could have in the here and now. Well, the space I was standing in wasn’t flashy or fancy or fun. I’d have to ask my Miguel about that. And while I was at it, I’d ask him whether his kind lived at all.
Though I’d listened to pack members speak about vampires many times, I’d never thought to ask for details about them. Even if I had asked, I wasn’t at all sure I’d have received accurate information. Seeing as how I was going to be spending a whole lot of time with Miguel’s people from here on out, I reckoned I should know more than vague references and ill-informed rumors.
My growling stomach disrupted my explorations. I was feeling healthier than usual, stronger, but all the activity with Miguel had taken a toll. Though I was loath to admit it to him for fear of making him pull back, having him feed from me was wearing me out. The issue wasn’t a shortage of blood—my body produced enough for the both of us. But I hadn’t eaten since dinnertime the day prior, and then I’d been up all night and expended energy with Miguel in passionate bursts during the day. Bottom line was that I needed to refuel if I wanted to keep sustaining both of us, and really, even if I wanted to sustain only myself.
