Now it was my turn to blush, and I stared down at him with shock and more than a fair bit of attraction. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I’d thought about such things a few times in my life, but I’d been intimidated by it after hearing about thick women hurting their partner’s neck or breaking their nose. Also, I never really felt like I got to that level of trust with any of the men or mascs I’d hooked up with.
Still, an invitation was an invitation, and it would be rude to refuse it, right?
So with perhaps a little less grace than I would have liked, I knee-walked my way up his body until my muscular thighs bracketed his handsome face. While his skin was still translucent and without melanin, the increase ofmyblood within him had him glowing, and those gemstone eyes of his were more intense than they had ever been. I found it attractive but also binding. I was quite literally inside him. It was so incredibly… romantic? Erotic? Kinky?
Yes. All of that.
“Go ahead and sit,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around my thighs and his fingers digging in perfectly. “I promise I’ll be fine.” He sent me a grin like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth despite the filthy things he was saying. “There are benefits to having a boyfriend who doesn’t need to breathe.”
He had a point there.
After another moment of hyping myself up, I lowered myself onto his face, and Rowan got to work. Granted, he sure didn’tactlike it was work at all. I didn’t have the wherewithal to wax poetically about his oral skills, but that was because I was flitting between moaning, begging for more, and holding my breath.
It didn’t make sense that it was just a tongue down there. Or a mouth. But maybe that was just because every single nerve ending in me was so fried from the emotional and adrenal rollercoaster, so fried from the pleasure.
Perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising, but with how close I’d been to orgasming, I wasn’t exactly perched for a marathon. Between the movements of his mouth, the rumbles from his chest I could feel vibrating through me, the way his fingers bit into me and his fangs did not, I was a goner before long.
It started as a flutter in my belly, and I had to fight not to clamp my thighs on either side of Rowan’s head. But then the knowledge that he probably would be just fine as a vampirewho’d recently fed had me letting go of that control and allowing my body to react.
And fuck, did itreact.
“Rowan!” I screamed so loudly, my neighbors definitely would have heard it. Was there such a thing as an apology cake for having mind-numbing sex? If so, I needed to put in an order with a local bakery ASAP.
“Rowan, Rowan, Rowan!”
He mumbled unintelligibly against my clit, but I had a feeling he thought he was being clever. Whether he was or not, I couldn’t say, because my soul was leaving my body at the same time as every single muscle in me was clamping down with all I had.
Every swear word and jubilant adjective I knew blasted through my mind at the same time, making a discordant cacophony that wasperfectthroughout my brain. It was a supernova of bliss unparalleled, and hey, maybe I was a little capable of poetry.
Mentally, at least.
When my spirit was finally reunited with my mortal coil and I could freakin’breatheagain, I gasped so raggedly it sounded like I had run a marathon rather than my short jaunt on my dashingly handsome throne.
It was all I could do to keep upright, and I wasn’t too proud to admit that I wobbled. Rowan’s strong hands instantly came up to steady me. Once I didn’t feel like I was going to pitch right over my center of gravity, I scooted back onto Rowan’s chest and found my actual words again.
“Do… you want… me to get… you… a towel?” I panted, not at all embarrassed at how wrecked I was. Especially when Rowan was practically gloating, face shiny and looking quite pleased with himself.
“Won’t be necessary.”
I paused, wondering if maybe he wanted to wear my slick the entire night (fuckinghot, btw), before his self-satisfied grin turned crooked, and he pointed down his body with a hungry look in his eyes.
Gazing over my shoulder, I saw that not only was his erection back, standing at full mast and ready for me, but it somehow lookedthickerthan before, veins thick along the alabaster sides.
“Is that, uh, normal?” I asked, swallowing hard. It had only been minutes since he’d come all over my stomach.
“Hardly,” he said, gently gripping my chin and turning me back to face him, then pulling me down into a kiss. It was sticky, but not uncomfortably cool like I thought it would be. “I think, perhaps, your shifter blood is having some… interesting effects on me.”
“Are you trying to tell me that my latent shifter blood is acting like magical Viagra?”
“More or less.”
“The more you know.” I shook my head, resisting the urge to laugh. “Incredible.”
But thenbothof his hands were holding my face and that almost-possessed gaze bored into me.
“Yes. You are.”
Fuck, it really wasn’t fair when he looked at me likethat.Not that I really wanted him to be fair, though. Leaning down, I kissed him again. I didn’t resist when he flipped our positions so he was on top.
