Page 18 of My Blood Is Yours

The word is said on an exhale.“Fuck, Elowen.”

I bring my fingers to his lips, and without a moment’s hesitation, Sariel’s long, black tongue seeks them out and pulls them into his mouth. His eyes squeeze shut briefly as he releases a deep groan of satisfaction, sucking on my fingers before releasing them with apop.

“Let me soothe your need, love. Don’t make me hate myself for not giving you pleasure when I cum as you wash my cock.”

My breath catches. If it weren’t for his statement, I’d deny him. I want this to be about him. Still, I can’t help the trill of excitement in my chest. I acquiesce to his request and step closer to him. Due to his restraints, I have to angle myself diagonally—ass-first towards him—if I want to face him while he touches me. And I very much do. I want him to kiss me. I want to hold his gaze as I give myself over to him and he draws me to climax. I want his face imprinted in my mind as I cum around his fingers.

I burrow against his side and hold my dress up for him so he can reach my needy clit from behind. A low growl rumblesin his chest the moment his fingers slide through my folds, and I realize his claws have retracted almost entirely. Still, I can feel them, and I have no doubt he is conscious of this. His touch is slow and gentle as his fingers tease, circle, and faintly dip into my clenching entrance. A high-pitched, breathy whimper leaves me, and he hums deeply with satisfaction as he buries his face against the crook of my neck.

“Soon, we will be free, Elowen, and then I will claim you properly as mine.”

I nod against him, and he rewards me by dragging his fingers up to my clit, working in achingly tender circles.

“Please, Sariel, yes.”

Vulgar, wet noises make my cheeks heat as he continues to stroke me.“Gods damn it, this perfect pussy is drenched. Is this all for me, love?”

“God, yes. Just for you.”

His purr starts up again—sounding like a growl and a purr harmonizing to create something gravelly, baritone, and warm—as his fingers work a little faster.

My eyes lock on to his cock and knot, proud and engorged, as it leaks copious amounts of pre-cum onto the floor. I can’t resist reaching down to smooth it over the thick, swollen head of him. Another growl tears from his throat, and his hips punch forward, gaze dropping to watch as my hand—small by comparison to the massive length of him—begins to stroke him from knot to crown. I canfeelthe parallel line markings of magichummingbeneath my palm.

“Not yet, Elowen.I’ll never forgive myself if I cum before you do the first time I get to touch you.”

The words are a groaned plea. One that I bend to.This time.

I obey, but bring the gooey mess now decorating my hand to my mouth. He watches with parted lips as my tongue licks hisrelease from my fingers, and I moan my pleasure. His hips give a mindless thrust as gives a reverent groan.

“You like the taste of me,mea floarea?”

The taste of him is surprisingly sweet. I’ve never tasted a man’sessencebefore, but I know what it smells like, and it’s nothing like this. This is like raw, salty honey, vanilla, and a divinely masculine musk.

“I want more.”

My eyes remain fixed to his as I gather more from his cock and suck it from my fingers. I’m so primed that already my orgasm swiftly approaches, and as the flat of my tongue cleans his pre-cum from my fingers, it crests. Sariel’s gazeburnswith need.

“Say it out loud, sweetheart. Tell me who this pussy belongs to. I want my name on your lips as you cum.”

My mouth opens, and a keening noise of sheer need and desperation as his gaze holds mine. My core clenches viciously around his thick fingers, and I’m so overwhelmed by my orgasm it takes me a moment to process his words. I rely purely on instinct, which is to chant his name over and over again—each repetition a whimpering, moaning plea, mirroring the shifting tidal wave of my climax.

“Sariel—Oh, god— fuck! Sariel!”

A wave of tingling euphoria washes over me as electricity seems to burst through me. Sariel’s name is a mantra upon my lips before his mouth finally closes the distance between us, and his tongue sweeps against mine. I’ve never made the soft keening noises he draws from me as he continues to stroke every last ounce of my climax from my body, whilst our tongues caress—firm yet gentle, as if he’s trying to be careful with me.

When my orgasm subsides, he nips at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, briefly swiping his tongue over it.

“Fuck, Elowen. I wish you could see the way you come undone for me. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

SARIEL

My chest pinches painfully tight with emotion at the sight of my female nuzzling against me, like it’s the safest and coziest place in the world. Utterly at ease, despite our circumstances. I crane my neck to lower my mouth to the curve of her jaw.

“Soon we will be free, Elowen.”

With one arm draped over my shoulder, her other hand slides up my torso and across the broad expanse of my chest as she whispers against my neck, warm breath fanning against me. “I’ll find a way to get you out of here. Don’t worry.”

My fingers gradually withdraw from her wet heat as fear trickles like ice water down my spine. “You will do no such thing. I will not have you risk your life with such a needless endeavor. The time will come when Forsythe lets his guard down, and I will strike. I will be obedient and gain, if only, a sliver of his trust. Somehow, some way, we will be free, and you will not have to risk your life in the process.”

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