***Eliana***

 

I don’t even know my own body, let alone know how to handle it. Yet Alistair seems to be able to handle anything and can get my body to sing to his tunes any time of day. I have to swallow against the intensity of the way he’s looking at me. Raw, hungry, and all consuming.

There are flames dancing around his skin. His shirt drops to the floor, leaving his skin exposed. Different kinds of tattoos wrap around his muscled torso, just like the red fire, showing a hint of the Hellhound within him.

He grabs his buckle, opening it, and lets the belt slide out of the loops before Alistair throws it down, freeing up his hands because he needs to unzip and release his…oh, wow. I don’t think I will ever get used to seeing his hard length. Thick with veins wrapped around it, he palms his dick and slowly tugs it.

“God, that’s sexy,” I breathe, making him chuckle.

“That longing look, your lips slightly parted, you’re the one that’s beyond fucking sexy, Eliana. I’m barely hanging on here. I want to shove my dick inside your mouth, pump your pussy, and fuck your ass. My cum needs to trickle out of every hole your body has.”

Holy shit, I just think I had a brain orgasm the instant my mind processed his words.

I lick my lips but freeze when I hear his voice again. “Stop. Open up.”

My jaw drops slightly as he steps closer. He slides his dick along my bottom lip, spreading wetness.

“Now lick those lips again.” His voice is a growl, close to barking.

I close my mouth and slip my tongue through them, tasting him for the first time.

“Enough.” Another growl before he buries his fist in my hair, pulling it back roughly.

I gasp and have no other choice but to welcome his dick inside my mouth as he starts to throw his hips forward, guiding my head in a rhythm that has him groaning and rocking his body in sync. Everything inside me is filling with heat and it’s not because he radiates fire, it’s from the way he makes me feel desired. Like I’m the only thing he needs in life to keep grounded, functional, centered in a world that involves only the two of us.

His grunts become louder, his breathing ragged as his hips start to falter between thrusts. Then he stills and I feel his dick pulse while hot streams flow down my throat. Swallowing, I take every drop he gives me, feeling even more aroused than when he was smacking my ass and pussy.

Alistair moves back, his dick falling from my mouth. He guides me toward the love seat. Palming his dick that’s gone slightly soft, he starts to squeeze and tug before he grabs my shoulder, makes me turn, and bends me over it. I think he’s going to smack my ass again, but instead I feel him tapping his dick against my ass cheek.

“Don’t think you’ve sucked every drop of cum out of me, love. I will always have more for you, remember that.” Is the only warning he gives me before he fills me up in one stroke.

It’s not like the first time where it felt like I was being ripped open, burning, before I could enjoy him fully. No. This is completely different. There’s only a slight moment I need to recover before I’m pushing back, wanting, needing him to move.

His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me steady as he starts to slide me off and on his dick. I feel my orgasm building up fast, so aroused from everything already, my whole body is starting to feel aware of his every touch. Until he’s gone. I gasp and turn around, wanting to know where his grip on my body went, as well as his dick that was deliciously filling me up.

There’s a smile spreading my face slowly. Alistair is standing a few feet away from me. His legs are in an open stance, hands fisting, like he’s doing everything he can to keep himself in check. He’s surrounded with red fire that’s bright, and with every wave there’s a hint of black soot sparkling off it.

The smile on my face is for the fact that it feels amazing that I’m the reason for this. No one else. Me. He’s mine and I know he stopped because he doesn’t want to hurt me. Alistair clearly doesn’t know how to handle this, other than to take a break and calm down.

What I know for sure is that in this moment, there is nothing that can hold me back. I want him. I need him. So I don’t think twice and jump straight at him. He doesn’t expect the move so his knees buckle. We’re both going down as he lands with his back on the floor with me straddling him.

I’ve seen him grip his dick twice in the last few minutes, so I do just that…palming, squeezing, tugging a few times before I slowly guide him inside my body. My eyes fall close and I moan in pleasure at the way he fills me up.

The growl and the way I feel a grip larger than before on my hips make me glance down. There are massive claws, instead of his hands, holding me. I’m sure this is what he was afraid of, holding me like this. And again I have no fear because not only do I know that he would never hurt me, but because the Hellhound is a part of him. I embrace him for who he is, just as he loves me for who I am.

Love?

The thought entered my mind as natural as the way my heart beats. I can see it clearly in his eyes and I have to admit I feel the same way.

I slide my fingers along his arms, the black fur that’s covered with the red flames. His touch is warm but in no way harming me. He’s guiding my body up and down while I find my balance by holding onto his wrists. I can feel his dick becoming thicker with every slide down, stretching me.

He guides my head down and crashes his mouth onto mine, making our teeth clash. Alistair keeps throwing his hips up while I’m barely keeping up with his rhythm, bracing on my knees. My clit is getting friction from the way I’m now draped over him. It’s all-consuming and I have no other choice but to surrender.

Euphoria hits and it’s like a thunderstorm where you can see the beauty within the fear of the possibilities. Thunder, lightning, hard rain, even hail, it’s everything to the extreme. Alistair pushes my hips down, his head buries into the crook of my neck where he bites down, his cum shooting into my body. I’m overwhelmed with a craving to mark him the way he’s marking my neck.

Turning my head slightly, I let my tongue trail over his skin before my teeth sink in, rewarding me with the sweet taste of his blood. Alistair slowly pumps inside me, his dick already softening. Until we hear commotion outside the door. We both stop and turn our heads toward the door.

Jumping up, I run to my pants and make fast work to dress and put my sneakers back on. Alistair is finished before me. I can barely keep up when he stalks to the door and opens it. Os is holding on to a guy that’s got his fangs showing while he bellows for Os to let him go.

Alistair turns to me, his eyes set on my neck. Leaning forward, I feel his tongue sliding over the spot where he marked me earlier. Then he pulls back and smiles at me, cleaning the side of my mouth with his tongue.

“Jagger here is a vampire. It’s not the blood that makes him go nuts, well…it kinda is, but he’s got a problem when it’s a witch’s blood. Seeing his reaction? I’d say he can smell it in yours.” Alistair chuckles.

Reaching out, I clear away the blood that was still on his lips. “Well, he can’t have mine, so he just has to suck it up.”

Alistair leans in next to my ear. “That’s the point, love. He can’t suck it up, not ever. You’re mine.”

I close my eyes and lean to the left, giving him access to nuzzle my neck.

“Could you two fucking stop already and help me out here?” Os barks.

Stepping away from each other, we see how the vampire is being held back by three guys. Alistair stalks over and punches him three times in the face so hard and fast my eyes can barely keep track of the movements.

“Let him go,” Alistair growls, his men drop the vampire the next instant. “Hear me, and hear me well, fucker. Eliana is mine. You ever touch one single drop of her blood and I will personally end you and every single one of your bloodline. Am I clear, asshole?”

Oh, shit. The way his arms are a bit spread from his body, hands into tight fists, knuckles all white…leaning forward like he’s ready to act and fight any second. Just…wow. And how can I be this aroused when we just had sex?

Alistair swirls around and raises an eyebrow at me. “Really, love. Could you just hold off for a moment because your scent is throwing me off balance.”

Ooops. Can he smell me? Yes. He can smell me. The smirk on his face is my answer.

I quickly wave a hand in front of me. “I’ll try. Now stop looking at me and get on with threatening him or kicking his ass, whatever.”