Obsidian Flame (56 page)

He pushed his chest toward her and moaned.

Her hands ran to his fingers and she held on as she suckled. His body rolled beneath her mouth.

Thorne, I love tasting you … everywhere.

You do me in. One touch, one lick, one good suck, and I’m ready for you.

As she continued to suckle, she released his hand and slid her palm over his hip, his thigh, back up in an arc over his lower abdomen, then down until she felt the hard base of his cock and the curls that framed him. He was right. He was ready for her.

She drew her hand up his thick stalk and caressed the tip with her thumb.

Roses,
he murmured.

His scent, so very male and infused with just a hint of that sweet cherry tobacco bouquet, had the same usual effect. She wept for him.

His hand found her chin and he lifted her up so that she popped off his nipple. When she met his gaze, he said, “I need you sucking something else.”

She shuddered, a sensation that tightened her internal muscles.
Oh, yeah,
she sent. She never needed much encouragement.

He pushed her head down in the right direction, but she had a different idea and dematerialized behind him. She gave him a good hard shove so that he lost his balance.

But being a quick vampire, he flipped onto his back at the last moment, falling down on the bed and laughing with a chuckle. She caught his hands and pulled him to a sitting position.

She folded the comforter beneath her knees and spread his legs so that all that size and beauty was displayed just the way she liked it. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs.

Play with my mouth while I do this,
she sent.

He groaned and, using one finger, he rimmed her lips. She didn’t know the why of it, but it made her tingle just about everywhere. He must have liked it as well, because a roll of cherry tobacco almost pushed her backward.

She suckled his finger as she kept moving forward, her hands massaging his thighs until she reached his sack. She moved higher, leaning forward, and as her tongue touched down on all that hardness, Thorne kept his finger-massaging her tongue and alternately rubbing himself.

She followed where he rubbed, nipping at him, licking, and sucking until his finger reached his tip. She got so hungry she took him inside, sucking him and savoring the wet sounds. All the while, his hand moved over her cheeks, her lips, and sometimes she brought his finger in her mouth while her tongue played over his cock.

His hips rocked into her and he moaned heavily. But after his breath caught on a solid hitch, he pushed her shoulders away from him and did some deep breathing.

“God, I don’t want to come, not yet, but you feel like heaven to me.”

She leaned back and withdrew her hands. He was so close.

“Thorne.”

He opened his eyes, his lips parted, his chest still dragging in air. “Yeah.” But he smiled.

“I love doing this with you. I love it so much. Damn, I was such a fool.”

He leaned forward and caught her beneath her arms. He dragged her to recline on top of him. “Hold on. Let me get us more comfortable.” In a quick motion he glided them both up the bed so that he could lie flat.

She straddled one of his thighs, careful not to touch him when he was so aroused. She put her hand on his face and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. God, I love you so much. I can’t believe I was such an idiot not to have seen this sooner.”

“I know.” She kissed him again, then stayed connected with his lips until they were fully engaged, mouth-to-mouth, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth the way she loved.

I’m really hungry,
he sent.
Downright starving.

Then you should eat,
she responded.

He left her mouth and moved with such speed that before she could blink, he had taken her very bare mons in his mouth and sucked, his hand pushing on her ass.

“You’re gonna make me come like this.” She was breathing hard.

Exactly what I want you to do. Your blood tastes better when you’ve come a few times.

She shivered at the thought of sharing blood. To complete the
breh-hedden,
they’d both be taking blood at the same time.

He opened his mouth wider and took as much of her in his mouth as he could. With him using alternating sucks and licks, along with the pressure of her ass, the orgasm was suddenly there, traveling like a streak of lightning along her clitoris, up into her well, catching her hard. She opened her mouth and groaned, as he worked the orgasm, sucking on her faster until her hips settled down.

Heaven,
she sent.

He licked her lightly then shifted to raise up on his elbow so that he could look up at her. “I love how you taste,” he said. “I always did but now there’s this flavor of roses and it gets me every time.”

She reached down and thumbed his lips, then dipped inside his mouth. He suckled.

You’re frowning,
he sent.
What’s going on?

This is a virgin experience for us, isn’t it? The first time we’ll complete the
breh-hedden.

Yes,
he responded, but he kept tonguing her thumb.

Do you know what I’d like you to do?

At that, he released her thumb and looked at her, suddenly intense. “What?”

She smiled and leaned up as well. “Come up here.”

He moved to stretch out beside her again, facing her and cupping the back of her neck. “What? I’ll do anything. You know that.”

“I do know that.” She loved that about him. He was so present with her and so willing.

“I want you to go deep inside my obsiddy power again.”

He closed his eyes and trembled, head-to-foot. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. “Is it possible we won’t survive this experience?”

She leaned into him, sliding close and pressing as much of her up against him as she could. “That would be one helluva way to go. I say we give it a shot. You do my obsiddy power then I’ll do yours.”

Again, he trembled, his shoulders jerking.

She kissed him hard.
Fuck me, Thorne. Fuck me hard and fast like you’ll never get another chance.

And before she knew what he meant to do, he pushed inside her mind and was suddenly diving down the long tunnel of her obsidian flame power. Pleasure flowed so that she hardly noticed when he pushed her onto her back and pierced her low.

He was rocking into her when he reached the core of her power. Once there, he did something amazing as he flew all around the edges of it, grazing the sensitive sides until she was moaning against his mouth and then his wrist was just there so that she grabbed his arm and held him in position. She licked in quick swipes to draw the veins forward then struck.

His entire body jerked over her.

Oh, God, this feels so good.

She slowly twisted her head for him while keeping his wrist pressed to her mouth. She sucked greedily but was in agony as his tongue made long sweeps up her neck. He was grunting as he struck. Her body rolled as the burn of his fangs and ensuing suck pulled her internal muscles tight.

There was so much going on that she didn’t feel as though she was inside her body. Pleasure built low, dragging down her clit, rippling up inside her, then returned with each thrust of his cock inside her. His scent flooded her mind. He was still teasing her obsiddy power and now he was sucking at her neck.

She groaned against his wrist as she pulled more of his blood into her mouth. She had fire in her body now, down her throat, between her legs, and in her chest.

Marguerite, I love you so much.

His words did her in, gripped her so that the orgasm began like a heavy streak of lightning pulling up and up, swelling into a heavy wave, then releasing in a swift flow up through her chest. She cried out but still kept her fangs buried in his wrist, her hips pumping as the orgasm spun and spun.

When she at last settled down, she realized that this orgasm hadn’t pushed him out of her obsiddy power. She could feel him swirling around deep inside it, meaning there was more pleasure to come.

But how the hell was he lasting?

*   *   *

Thorne had never felt so alive. Marguerite’s blood down his throat had flooded him with power, an increase in strength so that not only was he able to last through her orgasm and the tightening of her body around his cock, but he knew something huge was waiting to erupt from them both, and it wouldn’t just be his ejaculation.

He kept his thrusts into her body steady and strong. Once more she writhed under him as she sucked on his wrist and took his blood. He could feel her strengthening as well.

I need to look at you while we complete this,
he sent.

I don’t want to let your wrist go.

I know. I feel the same way about your throat, but can you trust me enough in this? The blood part of the ritual is complete.

She didn’t answer him, she just released his wrist. He let go of her throat and pulled back. He rocked his hips into her. She pushed back. She put her arms around his neck and he looked down at her, locking her gaze with his.

But the sensations were all so powerful that he couldn’t speak, so he sent,
Can you reach my obsidian flame power with your mind? Can you be inside my power as I’m inside yours?

I’ll try.

Good.
He drove into her, harder now. He knew they were close to the
breh-hedden.

He felt her mind cross into his and it seemed like a small miracle that he was able to stay within her obsidian flame power, but he stayed there as she sought him.

He watched her eyes. She blinked and her eyes rolled.
The pleasure is almost too much.

I know. Find me. Hurry. This is it.

Okay.

When she got close, he nodded.
Yes. Almost there.

I can feel it,
she sent in a rush. She smiled.
Oh, God, there you are.

And then she was just inside his power.

The sensation of her being there rocked him.

He was thrusting hard now but her eyes were closed.
Look at me.

She opened her eyes and that did it. He couldn’t hold back and the orgasm swelled not just from his balls but from his obsidian flame power. He held her gaze as he cried out.

Thorne, you’re flying up my power again.
So he was, or thrust out of it by her orgasm.

Only this time it was different because, dammit, he could feel her pleasure. He shouted at the sky as he ejaculated, as his obsidian flame power exploded, as hers exploded, and as all that pleasure gripped her lower body.

He couldn’t believe the sensation she had as she gripped him.

When a second orgasm began to rise, he shouted once more and as had been happening to him lately with her, his balls reloaded and all that exquisite pleasure began to pump out of him.

“Thorne, I can feel you come. How the hell is that happening?” Then she was screaming, her body slamming against his. She kept crying out and when a third orgasm began to build, his body began to grow hot, hers as well.

This time he put his hands on either side of her face and pinned her. She gripped his forearms and held on tight.

Are you feeling this?
he sent.

She nodded between his hands. He was breathing hard.

Let it go,
he sent.

She did, and her orgasm barreled through her and through him and back and forth, but this time somehow the obsidian flame power flowed together in a single continuous stream. He reached down and kissed her hard as pleasure swirled, flowed, and erupted all at the same time.

He’d never ejaculated so much. She was a hard tug on him, in familiar pulses.

But as the physical pleasure eased, her body grew quiet, and his hips settled against hers, the stream of power that flowed through each mind brought a continued pleasure and intensity. She smiled and he smiled in return. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

“My wings,” she said.

He nodded. She slid her legs up high, up around his waist as she had done before, in Diallo’s courtyard garden.

He lifted them both up to his knees. He levitated until he could put his feet on the cement. “Stay connected,” he said.

She nodded. “I can feel it, too, what needs to be done here.”