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He was wrong.
Rushing to Everly's room, I grab the lube from the bathroom. On my way back to him, I imagine how he uses it in the shower and picture his dreamy face when he comes. I can't wait to see it again. Seeing him writhe between the blanket and bed when I enter my room again, I know it won't be long.
The bed dips when I climb onto it and Everly watches me as I scoot closer to him, positioning myself on my side.
"What took you so long?" His words rush out of him.
I laugh. "Someone's impatient tonight. It almost makes me want to draw this out longer."
I squirt lube onto my fingers and reach for his hole, rubbing over his wrinkled pucker before slipping one digit inside. Breathing harder and shaking, he grabs on to me as I spread him open. I scissor my fingers inside him before fucking in and out, hitting his sweet spot each time. More desperate sounds come from him and I feel like I could erupt from them alone. They are like a melody I want to play on repeat.
"Doing okay, sweetheart?"
"Mhm."
"You're doing so good for me, Everly. My Everly." I kiss him tenderly, capturing his moans with my mouth. Sucking on his tongue, I roll my hips, moving my cock up and down against his.
"Fuck. So close," he says against my lips, his warm breath mingling with mine. We collide together in more ways than one. Our mouths crash together again and my tail replaces my fingers, thrusting deep inside him until he loses all composure. "Rory."
"I'm right here, sweetheart. I got you. I always got you."
Our hips meet again, cocks brushing together and kisses growing more sloppy as we take each other closer to the edge. This is what I've waited my whole life for. Having someone reach for me as much as I do them. Holding my mate close as we both fly and touch the sky.
"Go ahead, baby. Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart again." For me. Only me. No one else will ever touch him again. Not his ex or someone new. No one. He won't want anyone to. I'll make sure he doesn't. I'll give Everly the world as long as he gives me him.
His cock twitches and his hole constricts around my tail. I rut against him faster, rubbing our leaking tips together, and my tail curls as I massage the place inside him that has him lighting up the way the stars light up a dark sky.
"Hurt me," he pleads. "Hurt me and kiss the pain away."
Doing as he asks, I dig my claws into his back, scraping the side of his cock with my other hand. That's all it takes to have him shooting his cum between us, covering both of our skin. The combination of tugging around my tail and cock has me losing myself right beside him, ropes of my cum mixing with his. A copper smell hits the air and I can feel myself growing hard again.
"Still okay?" I pull my tail free, gently caressing his hip.
"Better than okay." He chuckles, sounding out of breath. "I don't think I'm supposed to want some of the things I want when I'm with you. They don't feel wrong though. Nothing with you does."
"That's because it's not. There is nothing more right in this world." Slinking down his body, I lap up the blood on his cock, moaning at the same time he does. He tastes so good. I want him to be the first and last thing on my tongue every day. I want his scent to remain trapped in my nose and the feel of him to remain on my skin, never going too long without touching him.
A few more swipes of my tongue has the short scratch closing up in minutes. The first time it took longer because I wasn't strong enough. Consuming his blood woke up a little magic inside me and it grows a little more each day we spend together. He lit the spark and only he can set the fire again. Only he can bring me back. I have to bring him back first—to finish merging the pieces the last guy broke. If only he got to me sooner. Then all he'd know was what I gave him—love and trust.
He squirms as I continue licking his body. I swirl my tongue along his hip and back, getting a mixture of old and new blood on my taste buds. Sparks brush over my insides, waking a part of me up that has remained sleeping until now. I'm finally feeling more demon than human. I didn't eat much before bed and fell asleep hungry. The uncomfortable twisting in my stomach has dissipated. Sated and full, I kiss his healing skin and take him in my arms.
"Can I stay here with you?"
"What do you mean? This is your family's house and we've both been here together this whole time."
Sliding down in bed, he makes himself appear shorter than me while his large, muscular arm squeezes around my lithe form. "In this room. In this bed. I don't want to go back to mine tonight. It's too cold."
"You can stay here every night if you want. In fact, I don't think I want you sleeping anywhere I'm not from here on out."
"You mean until you tire of me." His warm breath trails over my skin as he yawns.
"That won't ever happen."
"It has before. It always does."
"Not this time, sweetheart. I'm not him or anyone else. I'm me and you're you. What we have will never be a reflection of anything else we've experienced in the past. It will be better and no matter what happens, I will never let you go. Not without a fight."
"You say that now."
