Page 96 of Call of the Blood

“I want…” I bit my lip.

“Everly…” he practically purred, seductive and persuasive.

“I want you to…”

He ground his erection against me. Tormenting. Torture. He was going to get me to say it. To ask when he had previously always just had his way with me, and I was left spent. No, tonight I was going to have to ask and ask and ask. Ask him to my room. Ask him to continue. Ask him to give me what I wanted.

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” I finally said.

His lips found mine as he pushed into me, sinking as far as he could, staying there for a moment as I clutched him, fingers trying to grab onto sculpted muscle. I moaned into his mouth the moment he moved even a centimeter. His hand stayed in my hair while his other hand propped him up. He never broke eye contact as he slammed into me. At even the slightest sense that I was overwhelmed, he slowed down, working me back up to a harder pace again. He kept me on the edge by doing that.

It was both amazing and terrible.

“What do you want, Everly?” he asked me once again. “Do you want me to stop? Do you want to finish?”

My mouth was open, but words weren’t coming out. My senses were overwhelmed.

“You need to answer,” he said, then groaned as he stopped deep inside me, the sensations clearly a bit much for him. It was the hottest sound I knew.

“Please! Don’t stop,” I whined.

He smiled again and kept going.

It was so different from what happened in California. This constant checking in, this asking me to say things that were dirty, even maybe truly filthy. He had been overwhelmingly in charge of everything in California. Now, it felt like he was giving me the illusion of control, and the illusion part was important because everyone knew there was no controlling Alexius.

When he finally let me orgasm, I was begging for it, desperate for that release. But once I said the words, he delivered, his motions turning to giving me exactly what I asked for. My legs were shaking around his waist as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm and his own until he stopped, buried to the hilt.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, panting as he kissed my neck and collarbone, his cock deep inside me.

“Was that to your satisfaction?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said without thinking.

“Good.”

He didn’t move until I released my legs from his waist. He slid out slowly and pulled away.

“Wait!” I said suddenly, trying to stop him. “Where are you going?”

“Do you want me to sleep here?” He frowned, coming closer again.

“Is that a problem?” I asked softly.

“No,” he murmured, lying down beside me, pulling my body into his before I could ask why he even tried to leave. “I am not normally asked to sleep in someone’s room.”

“What? But in California…”

“I…” Alexius trailed fingers down my sternum and to my stomach, making circles on my skin. “To explain would be to bring up other liaisons in your bed. You don’t want that, surely.”

“I know you’ve slept with other people. I just want to understand. I… like to cuddle and fall asleep next to you…” Admitting it made me look away, shy once again. “And you seemed different this time.”

“Was it so different? I guess it was.” He kissed my shoulder. “I’ve never taken a lover to my bed except you,” he explained softly. His hand moved lower. “Normally, I go to someone’s bed, or we would meet in a neutral sort of place for their own safety and comfort, and I make them tell me what they want. I’m powerful. I can’t have people thinking I’m going to do something they don’t want. I think coming to your bed put me in that place. And I will always be that way in here. You could have told me to get on my knees and eat you out, and I would have. I like the taste; it would have been no problem. It wasn’t hard to figure out, though, that you aren’t that open about sexual things. I had to coax it out of you.”

“Oh. So, you have a safety mechanism because other vampires are both hot for you and scared of you.”

“Correct. And I had physical wants and needs. I like sex, so I grew comfortable with the dynamic.”

“But in your room…”