Blood and Wine - Margot Scott Page 0,44
want to object, but I can tell she’s not going to budge on the issue, and perhaps, to an extent, she’s right not to. I can’t say I fully recall what happened between us after the bloodlust took hold. I expected her to recoil from me as soon as she came to. But she didn’t. She stayed.
To presume she couldn’t have found a way to manage on her own terms is doubting her resiliency.
And Mariah is the one of the most resilient people I’ve ever known.
“I’ll have to find a wolf or a black bear to pin all this on before the sun comes up,” I say.
“Are the cops really going to believe a bear did all that?”
“You could tell them a vampire went on a rampage, but they might bring you in for a psych evaluation. Ideally I'd frame a werewolf, but I assume you don't have one handy."
Her eyes widen. "Werewolves are real?"
“Vampires and ghosts are just the tip of the iceberg, sweetheart.”
I towel us off and drain the tub, then carry her to bed. My intention is to let her get some rest, but she reaches for me as I turn to leave her.
“Please stay,” she says. “At least until I fall asleep.”
I slide under the covers with her, and she curls into my side. Holding her in my arms after everything that’s happened feels like a dream. I suspect it will take a while before I accept that this is my new reality.
She skims her fingers over my chest. “You’re so much bigger in person,” she says quietly.
“Projection takes energy,” I tell her. “I rarely had much to spare, so I had to make a few concessions.”
“I feel miniature next to you.”
“You could be the size of a bird in my palm, and you’d still be one of the bravest creatures I’ve ever met.” I kiss her softly. She stretches out, pressing her body against mine and gliding her hand down my abdomen.
When she finds my cock, I’m hard again and wanting her, but I remind myself how recently I had her pinned to the floor. My thumb brushes her breast as I sweep my hand along her side. She wraps her fingers around my shaft and strokes.
My cock throbs. I want to be inside her and all over her, everywhere at once.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
I sense her at the edges of my mind and make space for her to enter. Her presence fills my head. She pours her desire, her love, and her longing into me, until there’s no doubt in my mind that this is exactly what she needs right now.
I slide my hand between her legs to stroke her clit. She rocks her hips. She wants more but watching her chase her own pleasure, like a greyhound racing around a track, is a thing of beauty I don’t want to miss. I kiss her, and she opens her mouth to greet my tongue, all while her hand continues to jack me to an impossible level of stiffness.
She drapes her leg over my hip. I fuck into her fist, fighting the urge to flip her onto her back and slide home.
Do it. She speaks the words directly into my mind. It’s okay. I want it...
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Fitting myself between her legs, I push inside her slowly, the way I should’ve and no doubt did not do the first time around. She moans. I ease back and glide forward in slow, measured thrusts. She’s very wet and very tight, and I feel like a bastard for expecting her to take my unforgiving monster cock into her soft, human body.
But she doesn’t just take it. She welcomes it, rearranges her insides to embrace every inch of it.
She wraps herself around me, her body radiating power.
“I love you so much,” she whispers.
“I love you, too,” I rasp. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met, and now you’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours. I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.”
My fangs extend as they always do when I approach orgasm. She gasps at the sight of them but doesn’t scream. She kisses me, caressing the edges of my fangs with the tip of her tongue. She can’t know what it means to me that she would embrace the most ferocious parts of me with the softest parts of herself.
The level of trust alone is almost enough to get my still heart pounding again.
I drive into her, pumping steadily. I want