I grin. “You said you wouldn’t bite me until I forgave you.”
Alistair goes impossibly still.
I rake my nails over his scalp, enjoying the control I get from holding my orgasm back. “I forgive you,” I say, enunciating each word carefully as I thrust into his mouth for emphasis.
Then I wait. Fingers trembling in his hair, heart slamming against my ribs.
When his fangs break my skin, Alistair is inconceivably careful.
And I appreciate it. It’s my dick, after all, and I’m pretty fucking fond of it.
There’s a sharp sting that turns to euphoria before I can evenflinch. It consumes my entire body, and I wail. There’s no other word to describe the noise. It’s embarrassing, sure, but it’s hard to be embarrassed for long when something feels this godsdamn good.
I want to last forever.
I make it ten seconds at most.
Before I can even warn him, I’m shooting ropes of cum down his throat and babbling incoherently while I’m at it. I sound like I’ve lost my mind.
Fuck, maybe I have.
All I know is that I’ve never experienced pleasure this harshly. It goes on and on and on, crashing over me in waves until my knees buckle.
I chant his name. I don’t know what I’m asking him for, but he figures it out. Alistair’s hands shake as they ease me to the floor with him. Then his lips meet mine, tender and soothing.
“So hot,” he moans. “You’re crazy, Ciprian. Perfectly mental.”
I bask in the praise and arch my neck. “Again,” I demand. “Bite me again.”
He drives his fangs into my neck until they’re buried so deep that I can’t feel anything else.
I shudder as more pleasure rocks me. It’s sharper now that I’ve already come, but I don’t want it to end. My hand finds Alistair’s cock, heavy, hot, and curled between us. I’ve barely stroked him twice when he explodes on my stomach, grunting into my neck in a primal way that makes goosebumps spread across my skin.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
He chuckles, and I shiver as he licks the puncture wounds on my neck closed. My head sags against the wall. Neither of us speaks, even after our breathing returns to normal.
The sweat and cum start to dry on our skin.
I take careful stock of my cock, relieved to see the tiny bitemarks have already healed. We sit in silence until Ali finally presses a smacking kiss to my mouth. “That was some fight,” he says. “We should do it again sometime.”
I choke on a laugh.
We dress quietly and climb the stairs the same way, but I can’t keep the smile off my face.
Makeup sex with Alistair is dangerous.
No wonder Celine messes with him so much.
THIRTY-SIX
Monster Realm Survival Tip #70:
Indecision hurts, but overconfidence kills.
LUCA
Everything is tits up, but I’m oddly calm. Like the moment you first wake up in the morning, when you’re not aware enough for responsibilities to weigh you down yet and everything is soft and fuzzy.
