Page 2 of Bitten By Chaos

“You did well for your first,” Julian soothed, brushing some of the blood on my mouth away with his thumbs. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman standing and swaying slightly before me. Had I hurt her irrevocably?

“Bite into your wrist and give her a little. Just a little, and she will recover quickly, my love.”

I did as instructed once again and watched as the color crept back in her cheeks.

“You’re sure she was okay with this?” I asked, hoarse.

“I promise,” Julian said. “I will return her to her home and come back. Stay here.”

This time I didn’t try the window, just helped myself to Julian’s shower, staring at my image in the mirror as the water heated up. I was a naked, pale, blood-soaked mess with hair jutting in all directions like I’d lived in the woods for a week, and my eyes…my eyes were made of the same crystal shards as Julian’s, but instead of indigo, they were a mosaic of gold and green and grey.

Julian appeared behind me, leaning forward over my shoulder, as perfect as ever.

“I thought maybe I’d look as put together as you,” I said on the verge of tears. I didn’t know where they were coming from exactly, since I’d asked for this, but still they fought for release.

The smile I received warmed my barely beating heart. “You will gain far more control over time. I expect it will be only a matter of weeks, perhaps even days, until you feel more like your old self. I’m glad you like my mirror. I’ve had it spelled so that it shows my reflection.” He spun me around to face him.

There was so much I hadn’t considered, I realized. He’d warned me. He’d told me he would wait until I could think it through. But I forced his hand. He’d done it because he felt he had to. Just as I’d made the deal with the queen of the Seelie court because I felt the need to save him from a slow, torturous demise. I’d bargained with her, offering myself in exchange for his life, and he’d done the only thing he could think of to try to prevent her from taking me.

“I don’t regret saving you. Not for a second,” I said.

Julian’s answer was to pull back the shower curtain and gesture for me to enter. I did so, finding the hot water, turned all the way up, to be so good against my skin that I moaned. Barely aware of Julian climbing in beside me and tugging the curtain closed, I leaned back to let the spray cover my head.

Smooth, soapy hands massaged my body as steam rose from the bottom of the tub. He lathered shampoo and then conditioner into my tangled hair and patiently worked out each knot, facing me and holding me captive with smoldering eyes.

When he finished, he spun me so my back was to him and pulled me against his chest. He soaped his hands once again and this time began kneading my breasts, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers until they stood out, painfully aroused. I leaned back against his chiseled chest as his erection slid long and hard against my backside. Then his palms skated down my stomach to coax my legs apart so he could thoroughly cleanse the slickness between my folds. When his other hand joined in and found my clit, I went weak in the knees and pressed my weight back into him, wriggling against his slippery body.

“You know,” he said, finding my ear. “You’ll find your balance and strength are exceptional now.”

“Hmm?”

He reached around and shut off the water, pulled back the curtain, and offered a hand out of the tub. He joined me, dripping wet, and wrapped me in a fluffy white towel, then began to dry me off in such a sensual way, he had me leaning back against the counter, gripping it hard as he finished.

“What about you?” I asked when he stood back to admire his work.

Another grin and he toweled himself off at super speed. I found I could follow along, tracking his every movement no matter how fast he went. I was still marveling when he dropped the towel on the floor and pulled me against him.

“Want to try something?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes,” I said, liking this seductive version of Julian.

Looking at it logically, I supposed Julian meant to distract me from my spiraling thoughts. Well, he was doing an excellent job.

He lifted me, walking us into the bedroom, and tossed me in the air, catching me so that my legs landed over his shoulders, and his face was exactly where he wanted it.

For a moment, I worried about falling, but I quickly realized that it was easy to balance even as he tugged me further into him, dipping his tongue inside of me with long, languid strokes. Fisting his hair, I clenched my legs against him. He scraped his teeth over my clit then sucked me into his mouth, actually clamping down on me. Though it was painful, it was also mind-blowing when a jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me arch my back and cry out.

He must have liked the sound I made because he repeated the process then soothed it with a lick before using his tongue like a vibrator against the spot.

“Oh gods, Julian,” I cried, clenching my thighs so tight I should’ve worried about strangling him. Then I was falling onto the bed, and he was crawling over me, eyes rimmed in scarlet, a look of desperate hunger on his face.

Before I could reach down to stroke him, he was driving inside of me at an unforgiving pace, so hard that on his third thrust, he’d taken us all the way to the headboard. He lifted me again, standing with me, spun me to face the wall, and gripped my hips.

“Hands on the wall,” he said, his voice so throaty I almost didn’t recognize it.

I complied as he tugged me back toward him and entered me once again, all the way in. Saying he was well endowed was an understatement, and though I’d taken all of him before, we’d worked up to it. Now he’d gone in like a bullet, filling me to bursting and sending shockwaves of bliss through me. My nails dug into the wall, cracking through the plaster and sending a small avalanche of debris down as he pounded into me to the point of lifting my feet from the mattress with each thrust.

Then he withdrew and turned me again, pressing my back against the damaged wall and lifting my legs to hook over his shoulders so I was practically bent in half. I looped my arms around his neck and watched his face as he pummeled me, forcing me toward a cliff’s edge I’d never climbed to before. I didn’t know if it was my new senses, our vampire strength, or a combination, but I was sure my own eyes were as hooded and hazy as his.

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