Page 128 of The Book Reader
“When will she come back?” I ask him
“When you are both ready, Lexus-Rose. The shift is easy when you get used to it,” he says. Something in his voice brings me comfort; I can’t help but watch his lips when he speaks. The tip of his fangs is visible with each word; his voice is deep, making my pussy ache in need for this daemon.
Stepping closer to him, I place my hands on his chest, feeling how smooth his skin is; the planes and mounds of his muscles are hard. He feels so warm. I hear his breathing speed up, the rise and fall of his chest under my hands makes me notice even more how much bigger he is than I am. My eyes flick up to meet him. He watches me intensely.
“Lexus-Rose needs something?” his voice raspy.
I lick my lips, enjoying that I can still taste him. I confess shyly, “I’m hungry.”
My hands lower to his stomach, then move back up again and stroke his shoulders.
Trelor growls low.
“Lexus can feed from me,” he goes to grab me, but I step back fast and shake my head.
“You no hurt me again.” My voice trails off, thinking about what he did to me in the wasteland. It felt so good, but it also hurt. He studies me, making me feel nervous. I step back again, and he follows me.
My eyes flick to the window, feeling the need to run again, pushing at my stomach; my hands twitch at my sides. I know if I left here, I could make it so no one could find us
“Trelor is our mate, Lexus. Trust him, he won’t hurt us.”Ari is in my head, just like she was in the marshes—telling me to trust him. My eyes narrow, conflicting thoughts runningthrough my head. I feel a pull to this daemon, to have him touch me and lick me all over, but I am also scared.
My stomach turns with my hunger again, my eyes zone in on his thick neck, his pulse thrumming against the skin. His vein sticks out, tempting me to sink my fangs into it. I know it would be wonderful to drink from him, I know he would taste so sweet. I can smell it. I can smellhim.
He steps forward again, his eyes sad. “Lexus, don’t be scared, I never hurt you,” he says, his eyes searching my face. He pulls in a breath and mutters something I can’t make out under his breath before he sinks to the floor, onto his knees in front of me, his eyes plead with mine before he lowers his head.
“Trelor? What do you do?” I ask, confused at his submission, he reaches for my hand, places it on his chest, right over his heart.
“Feed from me,” he says in a whisper, his eyes burning into mine. Blue fire swirls within them, bringing life and love; it’s so beautiful looking into his eyes.
“I feed from you? My way?” I bite my lower lip and ask him, even if I am unsure what ‘my way’ is. He nods and lets go of my hand, waiting for me to answer him. Waiting for me to be his mate.
I look over at the nest. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I know he has made it for me, for us.
Sticks and feathers are sticking out of it. I can also see some kind of soft covers and lots of leaves. “Trelor lay down?” I wanted to sound in charge, like I know what I am about to do. But it doesn’t come out that way; my voice comes out soft and shakes from my nerves.
Trelor slowly stands, his eyes watching me as he moves over to the nest and lies down on his back. I watch him, unable to keep my eyes from his hard body, sculpted in a deadly way. Hiscock is hard and pointing upwards, his stomach moving up and down with each breath.
“Lexus-Rose, keep looking at me like that, I won’t hold back,” he warns, almost growling at me.
The side of my mouth twitches, trying not to giggle; his eyes twinkle with a playful mischief that sets my whole body at ease in seconds.
He is a mate. Ari right. He didn't hurt us.
I climb up into the nest and straddle his waist. My whole body shakes with my anticipation. My hand moves to his chest, and I rub his smooth skin again. “I like how you feel.” I find it intriguing that something so hard can feel so soft at the same time.
My tail moves to wrap around one of his thighs; I lower and breathe in the scent of his blue daemons. He smells of something sweet mixed with something I don’t know, but it makes wetness pool in my pussy. I move up to his neck and lick along his skin, tasting him. I hear him hiss in a breath and then groan.
“Trelor, are you okay?” I ask him to tease his skin with the tip of my fangs..
“No, bite me, Lexus, before I take over, no matter what you fear,” he says, rapture thick in his voice, making me shiver.
Ari enjoys this, letting me know that it’s okay to want mate. I lick over his pulse point before moving one of my hands to slice my claw along his chest. My eyes lock on the trail of blood that leaks out and runs a little along his skin. Dipping my claw in, I then lift it to my mouth and lick the drops of blood, the taste hitting me, making my eyes roll back in my head, and a whimper of pleasure escapes my lips.
Lowering, I lick my tongue along the wound and bite down lightly to get more of the blood to flow into my mouth. Trelor bucks under me, but doesn’t make any move to touch me. I grin against his skin before I lick along his chest, up his neck, andagain flick my tongue over his pulse. He groans even louder; the sound of it vibrates over my body. I breathe in deep as I sink my fangs into his soft skin. The second his blood hits my tongue, I moan in pleasure. I can taste more of him here, the blood flowing out into my mouth. I pull deep from the wound, swallowing as much of his blood as I can get. Trelor rubs my back, sending tingles all over my skin.
“My daemon, I am yours. Feed from me,” he says breathlessly. He shifts under me, moving a hand between us to toy with my clit. I gasp, pressing my hips down, wanting—needing—more pressure. I asked him to do it my way, and he's following my instructions, but I need more from him. I move my tail from his thigh and wrap it lightly around his cock, I squeeze it a little before I start to stroke it slowly. I feel Trelor pause and then suck in a breath. “Lexus, fuck my daemon,” he groans. I can’t help but grin around his flesh; he is giving me so much, doing as I ask. Submitting to me. So, I want to give him something back.
He lifts his hips, meeting me stroke for stroke. Pulling back from his neck, his blood dripping down my chin and landing on his chest, his eyes glowing bright blue.
