He blinks at me, obviously confused.
“Let’s not do that right now, okay? I just…” Despite myself, despite my anger and self-righteousness and frustration, I need this. I need him. “Can you please take me to bed?”
He doesn’t fight it. He lifts me in his arms, kissing me slowly and deeply as he makes his way through the apartment. He kicks open the door to his bedroom, all but throwing me on the bed.
I drop with a single bounce, then scramble against the headboard as he stalks toward me on all fours. He looks like a fucking apex predator, and I realize how scared I would be if I ever encountered something like him in the woods by myself.
His fangs are out, longer than normal, claws are shredding the sheets as he makes his way toward my body. I’m hard as a rock and shuddering when he makes contact with my ankle, and it only takes him a second to hook his fingers into my pants and draw them off my body.
My shirt is next, and then he hovers over my torso, staring down with a feral gleam in his dark, rainbow eyes.
“Do you want me?”
He makes a trilling hum in the back of his throat, then shoves his face into my neck. His fangs graze my artery beforehis tongue darts out and he licks from under my ear, all the way around to the front of my throat, his tongue piercings dragging over my skin.
He’s scenting me again. He bows his head further, burrowing into me, nosing the crook of my shoulder before his lips part.
“Do it,” I tell him.
His fangs press in harder.
My dick kicks, and I rock my hips up into him. I can feel his slit moving, shifting, parting for me as he rubs it along my length. It’s wholly erotic, sending my head into a spin, and the feeling only gets worse when he bears down and breaks the skin.
I feel dribbles of blood bursting out of the puncture wounds, and his tongue lapping them up. He seals his lips around it like a fucking vampire and sucks.
My toes curl, and my balls start to ache. I want him so bad.
I fucking missed him. Missed this.
“Let me fuck you,” I beg. “Let me fuck your slit. Your cock.”
He lets out a growling purr and pushes words into my head in his language. I don’t understand them, but I understand the meaning.
Yes, he’s saying.Please. Please, my Everest.
My shaking hand dives between us, and I grip my cock at the base, dragging the head over the slit. It parts further, his natural lubricant coating me.
It smells odd—heady and rich with a salt tang—like fresh seaweed washed up on the shore. I arch my hips more, the head slipping into him, dragging along his cock, which pulses against mine.
The feeling is fucking overwhelming. And as I rock into him, and he bears down, his hips stuttering with each thrust, I can feel his cock slithering against mine, the impossible lengthalmost curling around me as if to draw out my orgasm that way alone.
“Shit,shit,” I gasp.
He pulls back and studies my face, then dives in and takes another kiss. He tastes like spit and blood and earth—like Rathyn.MyRathyn.
He growls again as we begin to pick up speed, and it doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm cresting.
“Wait,” I gasp.
His body freezes.
“Wait. I…I’m going to cum. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” he says, words thicker than usual.
I start to pull away, but he drops his hips and pins me to the bed by my dick.
“Give me your cum,” he growls. He flexes, and something inside of him squeezes around me as his cock continues to thicken and pulse against me.
