Page 23 of Veinblood
I roll onto my back as he rises above me, his eyes now fully alert and dark with hunger. The shadows in the room shift, gathering at his silent command. They flow from the corners like liquid darkness, taking form as they reach the bed.
Two shadow tendrils wrap around my wrists, thick as rope but smooth as silk against my skin. They pull my arms above my head, pinning them to the mattress. They feel cool compared to Sacha's body as he moves between my legs, spreading them wider with his knees.
He lowers his head to my breast, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging just hard enough to make me gasp.
“In all my years of darkness,” he whispers against my skin, his voice rich with something deeper than desire, “you are the only light that doesn’t burn.” His teeth graze my nipple, sending electricity through me. “The only thing that makes the shadows worth commanding.”
While his mouth teases me, a shadow slides up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of coolness against my heated skin. Unlike his hands, which can only touch one place at a time, this shadow splits into multiple tendrils as it reaches between my thighs.
One tendril circles my clit, applying firm pressure that makes my hips buck upward. Another traces my entrance, gathering the wetness there before pushing inside. The shadow feels different from fingers or dick—cooler, smoother, able to reach places and angles that would be impossible for a mere man.
“Feel that?” His voice is rough as he watches my reaction. He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking slowly while directing the shadow with his other hand. His eyes move between my face and where the shadow disappears inside me, clearly aroused by both my pleasure and his display of power.
The shadow inside me thickens, filling me more completely than before. It expands, growing wider as it pushes deeper, stretching me from the inside in ways no human part could. The fullness is almost overwhelming, the shadow widening where I'm most sensitive, pressing against every inner wall.
Sacha leans down to kiss me, his tongue pushing into my mouth with the same rhythm as the shadow between my legs. His hand never stops stroking his dick, the movement growing faster as the shadow thrusts deeper. When he pulls back, his eyes are glazed with lust, watching me writhe against his shadows.
“I've thought about this,” he admits, voice ragged. “Using them to touch you everywhere at once.”
More shadows form at his silent command, one wrapping around each thigh, spreading me even wider for his view. Another slides beneath me, lifting my hips at an angle that lets him see exactly where his shadow enters me. He leans down, his tongue finding my clit while the shadow continues pumpingin and out. The contrast between his hot mouth and the cool shadow is electric, drawing a cry from my throat.
As I arch against his tongue, another shadow forms. This one explores further back, circling my ass before pressing against the opening there. This shadow is slick somehow, easing the way as it gradually pushes inside. The invasion is so unexpected that I cry out, my hands clenching into fists above my head.
“Shall I stop?”
I shake my head, too overwhelmed by how full I feel to speak. The dual penetration creates a fullness that borders on pain, but never quite crosses that line. Sacha controls his shadows with an expertise that drives me to the edge of madness, while his mouth continues working between my legs, his tongue circling my clit as the shadows fill me from both sides.
When I'm close to the edge, trembling and straining against the shadow restraints, he finally moves up my body. The shadow inside me reluctantly withdraws, but the one in my ass remains, creating incredible pressure as Sacha pushes in with a single thrust.
“You hold everything I am,” he breathes against my ear. “Every shadow. Every breath. Every thought I’ve ever had that meant anything.” His head lifts and his eyes lock onto mine. “All of it belongs to you. I think it has always belonged to you.”
Another shadow slides between us, finding my clit again. The triple stimulation—Sacha's dick, the shadow in my ass, the pressure on my clit—sends me spiraling toward an orgasm moreintense than any I've experienced. My body convulses, muscles clenching around both Sacha and the magic he’s wielding.
“That's it,” he urges, his thrusts growing harder as he watches me come apart beneath him. “Take all of me—every part.”
The release crashes through me in waves, each one stronger than the last. Sacha follows immediately, his control breaking. The shadows respond to his climax, tightening their grip on my wrists and thighs, the one inside me pulsing in rhythm with his dick.
“There is no existence without this,” he gasps against my throat. “No life that means anything without you in it. No breath. No heartbeat. No tomorrow.” The words come out broken, desperate. “You are everything, Mel’shira.Everything.”
For a moment, it's impossible to tell where his physical body ends and his shadows begin. I'm surrounded, filled, claimed,ownedby everything he is.
Afterward, he collapses beside me, the shadows slowly unwinding from my body. They don't completely vanish straight away. One remains coiled lazily around my thigh, another draped across my stomach like a possessive hand. Physical reminders of what just happened.
Sacha pulls me against his chest. Outside, Chicago continues its Christmas Day, but in here, we've discovered something new—a use for his power that transforms it from weapon to pleasure, from survival tool to intimate toy.
For now, lying here, that's miracle enough. Tomorrow we can figure out how to get back to Meridian, how to facewhatever is waiting for us there. Tomorrow we'll be the Vareth’el and the Stormvein who prophecy predicted.
But today is Christmas, and we're just Sacha and Ellie, tangled together in my bed while snow falls outside and the rest of the world spins on.
And today, that is all I need.
Chapter Eight
SACHA
“A connection once made leaves its mark on both souls.”
Love Songs of the Mountain Provinces
