Lorn
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“Lorn!” She was going to come.
He kept licking and sucking. She arched her back, tensing. Pleasure exploded as the climax tore through her viciously. She released the comforter and blindly reached down, her eyes squeezed shut, and slid her fingers into his hair to fist it. Her tugs on the silky strands actually got him to stop and pull his mouth away before he killed her.
“I did it right,” he said smugly, his voice unusually deep.
“Oh yeah,” she got out. “Nailed it.”
He released her thighs and the bed shifted with his weight. He tilted his head and she let go of his hair. “No, sunshine. Not yet.”
She opened her eyes and watched him lift up to his hands and knees, climb her body, and settle down on top of her. The feel of his weight pressing on her chest, stomach, and pelvis felt heavenly and right. He braced his arms next to her and licked his lips, staring into her eyes.
“You ready?”
“I have been.” She turned her head, displaying her throat. “Bite me.”
His gaze focused on her neck and he lowered his head. Lorn licked her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. She expected to feel his fangs but he didn’t pierce her skin. He kissed her instead and shifted his hips. One of his hands reached down between them and he gripped his cock, pressed it against her pussy, and gently pushed inside. He braced his arm beside her again to keep her completely caged under him.
Kira moaned as Lorn filled her. He was thick and hard. He groaned her name against her neck. The feel of his fangs lightly raking her throat had her own growing from her gums. He slowly began to thrust inside her in shallow strokes that drove her crazy. She hiked her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.
“Claim me,” she urged.
He ran his tongue a little lower, toward her collarbone, then did as she asked. It didn’t hurt when he bit, his fangs sinking into her with near tenderness. Her own bloodlust hit full force and she opened her mouth, biting into the top of his shoulder.
Lorn snarled against her skin and began to pump his hips hard and fast, driving his cock into her deep. He pressed his forearms against her sides, holding her tighter. Pleasure overwhelmed Kira, from the blood and from Lorn fucking her. She couldn’t think, didn’t even want to, lost in everything that was the man she loved.
The climax built fast and she almost blacked out when it hit, so powerful that she wondered if she’d survive. Lorn’s body shook over hers as he slowed his thrusts, making soft noises of ecstasy as he came inside her.
He finally stilled and withdrew his fangs, licking her skin. She pulled herself out of a state of lethargic bliss to do the same.
“You’re my mate.”
“Yes, I am.” She smiled, clinging to him still. “Always and forever.”
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
“I know.” Tears surfaced but she kept her eyes closed, holding them in. “I love you so much, Lorn. You’re my everything.”
He lifted his head and she opened her eyes. They stared at each other for long moments. He smiled. “Nothing is ever going to keep us apart again.”
She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and Lorn used his thumb to wipe them away from the sides of her eyes.
“None of that. Everything is going to work out from now on. I’m going to make certain of it.” His features harshened. “I don’t care who I have to kill.”
She actually laughed. “I believe that.”
He suddenly grinned. “I’m inside you and you’re on my bed naked. Do you know what that means?”
“We just had amazing sex and mated?”
“This is our bed, our home, and we get to look forward to this every single day for the rest of our lives.”
“We do.”
Lorn kissed Kira. She was his mate, finally. He once again wished he could have taken on his father and the clan years before as he enjoyed the softness of her lips and her silky tongue playing with his. The timing had never been right but it didn’t help ease those regrets. They’d lost so much time together, but he’d make it up to them both.
He rolled over, careful not to crush her limbs as he did, until she lay sprawled on top of him. His Kira wasn’t as fragile as she used to be with her mostly human body but she still felt delicate and small. He stared up at the ceiling. He knew every inch of it from all the nights he’d lain in that same position, thinking of Kira. Now she was with him, touching him, kissing him.
He gripped her ass with both hands, massaging them. His dick stiffened, wanting her again. He bent his legs a little, rocking his hips. Kira turned her head and had him growling as she bit into his throat. He didn’t mind the sharp sting of pain at that moment, not giving a damn. He pounded his thickening dick into her warm, tight sheath. His Kira was wet, ready to take him. The scent of arousal filled the room and he breathed it in deep, not holding back the desire to make them both come again.
Kira’s fingernails dug into his biceps to help keep her in place as he bucked under her faster, her thighs squeezing against his sides where she straddled him. Her breasts were smashed against his chest and he felt her nipples pebble, his own probably doing the same.
He lifted his head and bit her without licking first. She cried out against his skin and her vaginal muscles squeezed him tighter, almost painfully so. It drove him wild. He rolled them again, pinned her, and rode her hard until she released him with her mouth and cried out his name. It was enough to send him over the edge too.
They held each other for a long time, until their breathing slowed. He realized they both felt wet, chalked it up to sweat from their exertions. He finally came down from the high of sex with Kira to realize the heavy aroma of blood hung in the air.
“Fuck.” He licked at her bite, waited for it to completely stop bleeding, and then licked his finger. He reached up and found the spot where she’d bitten him. He rubbed saliva over it.
Kira blushed, peering at him. “Sorry.”
“I forgot too. You distract me. It’s something we’ll have to learn to do when we make love.”
“I think we messed up your comforter.”
He studied the stains on the blue bedcover. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not as bad as I thought. Are you feeling lightheaded? Did I take too much?”
“I think I drank as much from you as you did from me.” She seemed really amused. “The only real blood loss is what got on the bed.”
He kept licking and sucking. She arched her back, tensing. Pleasure exploded as the climax tore through her viciously. She released the comforter and blindly reached down, her eyes squeezed shut, and slid her fingers into his hair to fist it. Her tugs on the silky strands actually got him to stop and pull his mouth away before he killed her.
“I did it right,” he said smugly, his voice unusually deep.
“Oh yeah,” she got out. “Nailed it.”
He released her thighs and the bed shifted with his weight. He tilted his head and she let go of his hair. “No, sunshine. Not yet.”
She opened her eyes and watched him lift up to his hands and knees, climb her body, and settle down on top of her. The feel of his weight pressing on her chest, stomach, and pelvis felt heavenly and right. He braced his arms next to her and licked his lips, staring into her eyes.
“You ready?”
“I have been.” She turned her head, displaying her throat. “Bite me.”
His gaze focused on her neck and he lowered his head. Lorn licked her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. She expected to feel his fangs but he didn’t pierce her skin. He kissed her instead and shifted his hips. One of his hands reached down between them and he gripped his cock, pressed it against her pussy, and gently pushed inside. He braced his arm beside her again to keep her completely caged under him.
Kira moaned as Lorn filled her. He was thick and hard. He groaned her name against her neck. The feel of his fangs lightly raking her throat had her own growing from her gums. He slowly began to thrust inside her in shallow strokes that drove her crazy. She hiked her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.
“Claim me,” she urged.
He ran his tongue a little lower, toward her collarbone, then did as she asked. It didn’t hurt when he bit, his fangs sinking into her with near tenderness. Her own bloodlust hit full force and she opened her mouth, biting into the top of his shoulder.
Lorn snarled against her skin and began to pump his hips hard and fast, driving his cock into her deep. He pressed his forearms against her sides, holding her tighter. Pleasure overwhelmed Kira, from the blood and from Lorn fucking her. She couldn’t think, didn’t even want to, lost in everything that was the man she loved.
The climax built fast and she almost blacked out when it hit, so powerful that she wondered if she’d survive. Lorn’s body shook over hers as he slowed his thrusts, making soft noises of ecstasy as he came inside her.
He finally stilled and withdrew his fangs, licking her skin. She pulled herself out of a state of lethargic bliss to do the same.
“You’re my mate.”
“Yes, I am.” She smiled, clinging to him still. “Always and forever.”
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
“I know.” Tears surfaced but she kept her eyes closed, holding them in. “I love you so much, Lorn. You’re my everything.”
He lifted his head and she opened her eyes. They stared at each other for long moments. He smiled. “Nothing is ever going to keep us apart again.”
She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and Lorn used his thumb to wipe them away from the sides of her eyes.
“None of that. Everything is going to work out from now on. I’m going to make certain of it.” His features harshened. “I don’t care who I have to kill.”
She actually laughed. “I believe that.”
He suddenly grinned. “I’m inside you and you’re on my bed naked. Do you know what that means?”
“We just had amazing sex and mated?”
“This is our bed, our home, and we get to look forward to this every single day for the rest of our lives.”
“We do.”
Lorn kissed Kira. She was his mate, finally. He once again wished he could have taken on his father and the clan years before as he enjoyed the softness of her lips and her silky tongue playing with his. The timing had never been right but it didn’t help ease those regrets. They’d lost so much time together, but he’d make it up to them both.
He rolled over, careful not to crush her limbs as he did, until she lay sprawled on top of him. His Kira wasn’t as fragile as she used to be with her mostly human body but she still felt delicate and small. He stared up at the ceiling. He knew every inch of it from all the nights he’d lain in that same position, thinking of Kira. Now she was with him, touching him, kissing him.
He gripped her ass with both hands, massaging them. His dick stiffened, wanting her again. He bent his legs a little, rocking his hips. Kira turned her head and had him growling as she bit into his throat. He didn’t mind the sharp sting of pain at that moment, not giving a damn. He pounded his thickening dick into her warm, tight sheath. His Kira was wet, ready to take him. The scent of arousal filled the room and he breathed it in deep, not holding back the desire to make them both come again.
Kira’s fingernails dug into his biceps to help keep her in place as he bucked under her faster, her thighs squeezing against his sides where she straddled him. Her breasts were smashed against his chest and he felt her nipples pebble, his own probably doing the same.
He lifted his head and bit her without licking first. She cried out against his skin and her vaginal muscles squeezed him tighter, almost painfully so. It drove him wild. He rolled them again, pinned her, and rode her hard until she released him with her mouth and cried out his name. It was enough to send him over the edge too.
They held each other for a long time, until their breathing slowed. He realized they both felt wet, chalked it up to sweat from their exertions. He finally came down from the high of sex with Kira to realize the heavy aroma of blood hung in the air.
“Fuck.” He licked at her bite, waited for it to completely stop bleeding, and then licked his finger. He reached up and found the spot where she’d bitten him. He rubbed saliva over it.
Kira blushed, peering at him. “Sorry.”
“I forgot too. You distract me. It’s something we’ll have to learn to do when we make love.”
“I think we messed up your comforter.”
He studied the stains on the blue bedcover. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not as bad as I thought. Are you feeling lightheaded? Did I take too much?”
“I think I drank as much from you as you did from me.” She seemed really amused. “The only real blood loss is what got on the bed.”
