Brink of Eternity (Guardians of Ascension #2.5)(19)
Author: Caris Roane

“On the bed, warrior.”

But his gaze fell to her chest. “Not yet. Not until you’re naked as well.”

She grinned. This was so much fun. She stood up on the bed, but stayed out of reach as she pulled her chemise over her head and dropped it on the floor behind her. She took her time easing out of her baggy sleeping shorts.

His gaze never once met her eyes, instead they flickered over various parts of her body: her br**sts; her navel, which he liked to tongue; her hips; and the thatch of hair between her legs.

When he reached for her, she put out a hand and backed up just a little making sure she didn’t ruin the show by falling off the bed. “No-o-o, warrior. This is my ascension and I get to call the shots. On your stomach. Now.”

He grinned this time, then obediently pulled the covers back and stretched out beside her … oh, yeah … face down. Oh, God, what a body.

“Now spread your legs wide so I can get where I need to be for this.”

He obliged her. “Sweet Jesus, Elise, what are you planning to do?”

“Not gonna tell you.” She smiled and climbed over his right leg so that she could plant her knees between his thighs. “Are you comfortable?”

“Oh … yeah.”

She realized that trust was so not an issue between them. He was fully exposed to her, vulnerable and beautifully on display, the hard mounds of his ass and his lean, muscled warrior body from tight muscular legs to a back that angled into broad, powerful shoulders. She stretched out her right hand and ran two fingers from the top of his spine down to the base. Even this touch caused his body to undulate. She smiled and her body responded in turn, tingling low and growing damp.

The air was all toffee and very male.

Anticipation was a good thing.

She leaned over him and smoothed her hands over his back, starting at the spine and spreading wide so that at last she felt what she wanted most to explore.

“Oh, God, my wing-locks.”

“Yes.”

“Remember, they’re sensitive.”

“Oh … yes. I experienced them in my dream.” A shudder of pleasure ran straight through her, all the way to her toes.

She smiled again. She leaned down, stretched out over him, and got close, skin to skin. She licked along the very top wing-lock, to the right, a long ridge just above his shoulder blade.

He cried out, then said, “I’m serious, Elise.Sensitive. If you keep that up, I’ll come fast.”

“I know, and this is exactly the way I want it, so just relax. Now shift your left hip just a little. Make any adjustment you need, but I want your c**k in my hand … now.”

Again, he didn’t wait for a second command. He bent his left knee, moved around a bit then muttered, “Okay,” which came out hoarse and breathy, partly because his face was smashed into his pillow. The other part of “breathy” she understood quite well because he was leaking his toffee scent everywhere.

She took her time and drifted a hand down the whole panel of wing-locks on the left, which were now weeping. The moisture made her fingers nice and wet. Perfect. He groaned, grunted, and cried out. Again, perfect. She leaned down and started licking the uppermost wing-lock on the right side of his body again.

“You’re killing me,” burst from his mouth.

“Good.” She licked some more.

She reached with her wet hand and found his very stiff c**k and gently eased her hand over the soft, swollen head. As she licked the wing-lock she began stroking him. She had a lot of territory to cover and savored every inch of it.

Shit, shit, shit, moved from his mind to hers.Oh, God, oh, god, oh, god …His hips began to pump and she stretched her body out a little more so that she connected with him, mostly her pelvis over his bu**ocks. She found a good rhythm with her hand and she worked him at just that right pressure, not too hard, not too gentle. She kept licking the wing-lock at the same time and listening to the groans from his mouth and what became a persistent stream of curses from his mind to hers, which pleased her so much.

Oh, f**k, that feels good.

She loved pinning him down like this and having him in her power. “I’ve fantasized about this, Gideon,” she whispered against his ear, then moved back into position to lick his wing-lock some more.

His big body shuddered beneath hers.

No, this wouldn’t take long.

When he was almost there, she moved the fantasy forward. She opened her mouth wide and took part of the wing-lock fully into her mouth and sucked … hard.

Damn, but if he didn’t bow off the bed—how she kept her balance on top of him she wasn’t sure. She moved her hand fast now and that was all it took as he groaned and started to come. A very longshiiiiit traveled through her mind.

She kept the rhythm steady as he cried out over and over. She sucked and sucked on his wing-lock as his c**k jerked in her hand. Her body bounced on top of his erratic movements until he was finished at last and lowered himself to the bed with a long, serious, satisfied groan.

She gave his wing-lock one last lick and released his c**k from her fist very carefully. He was usually pretty sensitive after he came.

She remained spread out on top of him. She felt satisfied in that way she always was when he orgasmed. She knew the bed was a mess, but who cared? This was her ascension. She had survived a death vampire attack. She could damn well enjoy the moment however she wanted.

He chuckled softly, so that her body bounced. “That was fantastic and I love that you’re on top of me.”

She spread her arms out over his. “Look, it’s like we’re flying and our arms are the wings.”

He chuckled again and once more she was bouncing against his back.

He took her left hand in his and drew her fingers to his lips. Afterward, he turned her hand slightly and licked over her veins. “I just realized I don’t have to pretend either, and you know what happens when I take sustenance.”

She shivered and a small moan escaped her lips. For whatever reason, her blood brought on renewed arousal. “Then you should take what you need, vampire.”

“And after that, I’ll give you what you need.”

She moaned softly against his neck.

She felt saliva on her hand first. When his fangs emerged, he tended to salivate quite a bit. His fangs struck next, a slight sting, a dart of pleasure, then the sucking began.

Her back arched because there was nothing like that pulling sensation. For whatever reason the ascended world had emerged as a vampire world and the giving of blood was one erotic ride. Her hips began to press into his bu**ocks and with each movement of his mouth, as her blood left her body and flowed into his, desire rippled over her br**sts, sent shivers down her abdomen, until she felt the clench and release of her internal muscles.