Siah kisses my neck with just a hint of fang, and I mewl.
“So let go, my mate. Pass the burden on your shoulders to the rest of us, because we’re all here to help you carry it.”
With that, he rubs my clit harder, and I explode into a haze of pleasure and gratification. Siah’s words hook themselves inside of me as he wrings every ounce of ecstasy from the orgasm wracking my body. Brick by brick I watch my walls crumble, and I stare at them, wondering why I felt like I still needed them. What he’s saying isn’t new. I know this about my Chosen. I wonder all the time how I could have gotten so lucky, but at the same time, I’m just so fucking sad.
Siah rips off one of my boots to free my leg from my armored pants. He pulls my sports bra over my head and spins me until I’m facing him. He brings his stunning blue eyes level with mine and whispers, “I’ve got you,” against my lips before he leans in and tastes me. I close my eyes and do all I can to get lost in him, the feel of his tongue against mine, his hand in my hair as the other grips my ass and then dips down to my thigh to pull my leg up to his waist.
I open for Siah in every possible way. He skillfully unlaces his pants and then positions his freed cock between my thighs. He presses into me slowly as I deepen the kiss and the connection between our souls. I let every fucked up emotion I’m feeling pour out of me in my kiss, in the way my pussy grips his length, and my hard nipples press against the armor of his shirt. It’s in the plea of my voice when I moan his name, the desperation in my fingers as I hold onto him while he fucks me vulnerable.
He slams into me, each thrust timed with his words, “I’ve got you. We’ve got you,” whispered in my ear and dripping with the vow he’s making in this moment.
In this moment, I’m not unworthy. I’m just his.
Siah’s hands are tender and worshipping, while his cock is fast and punishing. It’s like his hands are reminding me of love and devotion, while he’s fucking me in a way that reminds me to never doubt the declarations of either him or my other Chosen. I throw my head back and focus on the sensation of him moving in and out of me. Playing with me. Sucking on me. My orgasm builds again. Siah backs up until he’s sitting on something, and control of his thrusts falls squarely in my hands. I ride him without missing a beat, grinding against his base when he’s deep inside of me, and then lifting myself up just to slam back down and repeat it all.
He grabs the front of my neck with one hand and tangles the other in my hair. I hold onto him for leverage as I bury him deep inside of me over and over again.
“Look at me when you come, Vinna,” Siah demands, and my eyes spring open until I’m drowning in his intense ice-blue gaze. I can tell he’s close, and I’m on the verge of shattering into another orgasm, when he leans forward and nips at my bottom lip.
“We’ve got you,” he says one last time, and I burst into a million sensation-filled pieces as I come. Siah watches me, his gaze drinking me up, and then he lifts his hips off the bench we’re on and growls my name as he comes. His thrusts turn shallow, and I watch rapture streak through his gaze as his orgasm flares through his every cell. And then he bites me.
I scream and melt into a puddle on top of him as his fangs punch euphoria into me. He pulls my blood into his mouth and swallows. I writhe on his dick and under his mouth, my body begging for more. He reaches up and slices open a spot on the top of his corded shoulder, and I attack the welling blood like I was born a creature of the fucking night.
Siah and I feed until we’re full and drunk on each other’s sex laced blood, and then we both bite each other again at the exact same time. We tighten around each other and spiral into a new orgasm that leaves us both panting and pliant. He comes back down first, and when I open my mouth to fix that, he chortles and cradles my face in his hands so my teeth can’t get to him.
“Talk to me,” he encourages. “And then I’ll let you bite me as many times as you want.”
I laugh and then sigh. I run my thumb across his kiss-swollen lips and trace his features slowly with my fingertips as I sort through my thoughts, with Siah’s “I’ve got you” ringing in my head. I dig through all of my feelings to find the most overwhelming one. Maybe if I speak it, it won’t hold so much power over me anymore.
My gaze is intense yet hesitant as I look from one ice-blue iris to the other.
Here goes nothing.
“I feel...fucked up,” I admit, and I’m surprised by the flood of sadness and emotion that pours into my eyes and my voice as I own those words.
“I’m just so fucking lost,” I repeat again, and then I spill into a million tears on his lap.
18
All the frustration, sadness and loss that’s been building over the past couple months streams steadily out of my eyes. I feel like I’ve opened the floodgates and now there’s no hope to get them shut again. Siah steadily wipes away my purged emotions. He silently dries my cheeks and rubs my back until I feel spent and empty. I take a shuddering breath and chuckle hollowly at myself.
I’m a fucking mess.
“Sorry,” I offer him as I sit back and try to pull my shit together.
“For what? Being a complex person with emotions and needs? We’re all like that. We all feellostat some point.”
I study Siah’s face as he dismisses my apology. “When have you felt lost?” I ask quietly.
“Many times.”
His gaze grows distant, and I can practically see the memories rise in his gaze.
“I was seventeen when my whole family died from a plague that swept our town. I never got sick, but I was forced to stand by helplessly and watch as it first claimed my baby sister, then my little brother, my mother, my two older brothers, and lastly my father. We were a farming family, and there was no way I could plant the fields, tend to them, and bring in the crop all on my own. So the lord that owned the land put me out so that a new family could have the house and manage the crops.
“I went from happy carefree son of a farmer to a beggar in less than a handful of months. That was my first taste oflost.”
Siah’s eyes suddenly match how I’ve been feeling on the inside, and I run my palm down his cheek in an effort to soothe some of the pain I’ve asked him to dig up.
