Page 46 of The Baby Hex
“Hold on,” he said, reaching behind him and pilfering through the nightstand drawer before his hand returned with two bottles. I took one from him, popped it open, and sniffed it.
“Cherry,” I announced as if it was a guessing game.
It tasted like the taffy candy we ate as kids. So much fake cherry.
“Does this have blood in it?” I asked, seeing the label with the little marking on the bottom corner that read ‘vampire made.’”
“No,” he shook his head. “That mark is just a certification for those of us who want to support vampyric businesses. I believe some elven groups have something similar.”
“Do you like this one?”
“I do,” he nodded. “I like them both. That’s why I have them. Try the raspberry. It tastes more like the actual fruit.”
I opened my mouth and let him drop a few dribbles onto my awaiting tongue. Pierce was right. This was the fruit flavor I expected when something was named after a food.
“That one,” I said. “Put this away,” I added handing the cherry-flavored one back to him.
He slid the cherry back into the drawer. Taking advantage of being able to move around I wiggled out of my shorts and managed to shrug my t-shirt over my head.
“Want me to turn the AC up?” he asked.
“No, I want you to get back to what we were doing before we made a pit stop for a taste test,” I chuckled.
Pierce claimed my lips in a long, slow kiss as he dribbled the lube onto my dick. Then his fist was around the throbbing organ and my thoughts fled to the far reaches of my mind. His body heat spread over me, fanning the flames of the internal fire burning hot inside me. His mouth found mine again. This time his fangs were longer than his other teeth. Did they elongate when he was horny? Was he thirsty? Was he just getting ready to bite me and claim me? The questions came one after another but none of them stuck around long enough to be asked aloud.
Pierce’s big hand stroked my dick, stopping only to caress the tip with his big thumb. He wiped away pearls of pre-cum that reformed almost as quickly as he wiped them away. As our tongues danced between our mouths, my hips rocked, movingthrough his tight fist. I hadn’t even touched him yet and I was almost there. The heat radiating from my insides made every touch ten times more intense. I struggled to draw in a breath as everything inside me drew up tight, ready to explode. I moved my hips faster and harder, but Pierce’s pace didn’t change. He was determined to drive me crazy before he let me cum.
“There’s no rush, mate,” he whispered in my ear before licking its pointed tip. “No rush at all.”
I opened my mouth to tell him that the rush was the fire snaking its way through my torso and limbs with all of its smoking tongues lapping square between my legs but couldn’t find those words on my tongue. His weight shifted on the bed next to me and I thought perhaps he was moving between my legs to slide into me but his grip on my dick never faltered.
He nudged my legs aside and stretched out between them. The bottle of raspberry lube still in his hand.
“Don’t scratch his head. Don’t put your talons in his head,”my wolf repeated the two lines over and over as if trying to teach the mantra to my crow.
I held onto his shoulders, avoiding his head altogether because I didn’t trust myself. Heat was urging me on, but I didn’t need the heat to want him. When he first removed that tiny bit of pheromone blocker spray in the car, it took all my strength not to lock the doors and climb into his lap. Who needed words when forever was promised? Apparently, I did.
He flashed me a devilish grin as he dribbled more of the lube onto the throbbing head of my cock. The icy tingles of the lube traveled down my shaft and then up my spine, making me shiver. My teeth chattered for a second but then Pierce’s warm mouth was over me. I only had a second to wonder if he put his fangs away or not before everything inside me drew up too tight to hold back. Sensing how close I was, he teased the tip of my cock with his nimble tongue. As forewarned, my nails duginto his shoulders as I shuddered but instead of stopping, he slid his arms around my thighs and his mouth further over my dick. Undecipherable words rolled off my tongue and I couldn’t stop them. Half-elvish and half the common Earthside language. They all jumbled up together until even I lost track of what I was trying to say. Giving up on human-ish communication, I howled out my pleasure as all the built-up pleasure poured into Pierce’s awaiting, hungry mouth. He kept me in his mouth until I was flaccid and pulling away because even the tiniest flick of his tongue was too much to handle.
I panted for air as he looked up my body at me. Blushing, I stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think about how every inch of my body flushed hot from pleasure and need mingling. Once was never enough with heat but satisfaction still pulsated through my body in a wave of temporary relief. Pierce caressed my thigh and stomach as I tried to gather up what brain cells hadn’t fled when I came.
“More air conditioning,” he said and I nodded, releasing him so that he could get up.
An icy blast of air shot up between the mattress and the headboard, ruffling my hair. I jumped, ready to run from whatever startled my inner beasts only to laugh when I realized what it was. My laughter came out in little caws as I turned over to stick my face in the tight space to suck in as much of the cold air as I could manage. The new position left my ass exposed to Pierce. He caressed the backs of my thighs, moving his big hands up to squeeze the round globes of my ass. I pressed back against his hands, reveling in the pressure of his touch.
“Hmmm… Babe?” I said, trying out the pet name.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he answered, squeezing my cheeks again.
“If we do it this way, I can’t bite you,” I said.
“And do you want to bite me?”
“I want to be inside your head so I know what you’re going to do next,” I said, my voice muffled by the AC blowing in my face.
“Are you okay up there?” he asked, laughter lacing his words.
“Yes. It’s nice up here. Cool. Comfy.”
