The claim slices through me, stealing the protest from my tongue. My body clenches around his fingers still buried deep, betraying me with the way it wants exactly what he promises.
I hate how much his words light me up. The way he says it, like I’m his no matter what I do, sets fire to something in me that isn’t just physical. It’s mental, raw and obsessive, and the feeling of it leaves me trembling.
Then his mouth is back on me and he devours me without pause, sucking hard on my clit as his fingers thrust and curl, merciless, like he’s determined to wring me dry until there’s nothing left but my moans. My hands fist uselessly in the sheetsat my side, the fight already gone from my limbs as my body bows and twists, every nerve ready to explode.
The pleasure crests so sharply that it steals my breath. A moan tears out of me before I can choke it back, his name breaking raw and needy from my lips, “Elias!”
The orgasm rips through me with violent force, shuddering through my body as my thighs clamp hard around his shoulders. I cry out, lost in the pleasure and relief of it. He doesn’t stop, not even when I’m shaking, his mouth still working me like he’s determined to make sure I never forget exactly whose name just left my lips.
CHAPTER 28
BRIAR
The aftershocks roll through me, each wave getting smaller but just as consuming, leaving me too spent to pretend at defiance. I can barely breathe, let alone form the words I want to hurl at him, when he finally pulls back and rises to his full height.
He looms over the bed as if he’s claimed more than just my body, his lips glistening with remnants of me as he grins.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asks, smug and threaded with obvious satisfaction. His gaze hovers on my throbbing core as his tongue darts to lick his lips before meeting my eyes. “My name sounds like it belongs on your tongue.”
I don’t even know what to say back to that, distracted when his hands drift to the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head in one rough motion, and the sight makes me swallow hard.
I crawl back toward the center of the mattress, giving him space to undress and hopefully crawl to me when he’s done, so I can get an up close look and touch every inch of him.
I’d known he was fit, of course. The broad press of his chest against me multiple times during the escape, the hard lines of him I saw beneath dark shirts and that constant tension strung tight through every muscle. There were definitely hints.
But this…
My breath catches, a strangled little sound in my throat as he peels his jeans off revealing thick thighs with corded muscles. Every inch of him is carved from strength training, every muscle defined under taut skin. My gaze snags on the ridges of his abdomen, the width of his shoulders, and the bulge of his chest muscles.
As the shock wears off, something giddy replaces it like I’m a school girl staring at a model. Delight courses through me at just how much better reality is than anything I’d let myself imagine.
And then his briefs hit the floor.
His cock springs free, thick and heavy, and the sound I make isn’t graceful. I swallow the small shriek, the lump in my throat thick as my eyes drag over him, and heat floods me all over again.
He wraps his hand around his length, giving me a view of a vein bulging along the underside as he strokes once, slow and deliberate. My breath hitches at the sight, heat tightening low in my belly all over again.
“Do you have condoms?”
His words are rough and practical, but my brain scrambles, dumbstruck by my view. The question shouldn’t catch me so off guard, but with him standing there–towering, hard, and glistening at his tip–it’s almost impossible to pull my thoughts into order.
I swallow hard, fumbling for words. “N-no.”
My cheeks burn with the embarrassment of how I look right now, and then the truth slips out in a rush, all worries about sounding sexy gone. “You can’t get me pregnant. You’d need to be a vampire for us to be worried, and even then, born vampires from that union–” I gesture at myself helplessly, heat creeping down my neck at how scientific I’ve made the once heated moment. “–are extremely rare.”
His hand stills on himself, his gaze dragging over me, and I’m thankful as the weight of it makes my pulse race faster, quelling any anxiety or embarrassment I felt for a brief moment. There’s a renewed hunger in his eyes, like I’ve given him more than permission with the knowledge that we don’t have to worry about consequences.
A flicker of doubt sparks in my chest as his gaze sears into me. I don’t think I need to worry about human diseases, given my ability to heal, but maybe I’m an idiot for not having condoms stashed somewhere, just in case.
I just never thought in a million years I’d be with a human. I’d sworn off shitty vampire guys years ago, sick of their empty promises to make me feel good. Celibacy had been easier than needing to get myself off after giving access to my body to someone.
“Are you…” I hesitate, unsure of how to ask without ruining the moment once more. My eyes sweep down to his straining cock he continues to slowly rub. “Clean?”
For a minute, all the cocky arrogance fades from him as a soft smile touches the usually harsh lines of his face. “I have never taken anyone without a condom before, and I get tested every year.”
The news that he’s never taken someone without a condom ignites a spark within me. We may not be virgins, but neither of us have experienced that before, and that fact shouldn’t please me as much as it does. I quickly tug my own shirt over my head with trembling, excited hands, baring myself to him in some unspoken dare to continue.
Elias groans low, dragging a hand over his face like he’s trying to claw back restraint that’s already gone. When his palm falls away, his eyes rake over me, slow and consuming as he traces every line of my bare skin. The heat of his gaze feels like abrand settling into my soul, and when his cock twitches visibly in his fist, I can’t keep the shit-eating grin off my face.
