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I needed—
A release.
Something to calm the chaotic storm. In my mind, Eoin rested in a far-off, darkened corner, a steady anchor against the beating waves. He wasn’t sinking in my emotions, he was surfing them, allowing them to flow through and around him. I turned around and peered at him through watery eyes. He sensed my decision before the idea fully formed in my head.
“Come ’ere,” he murmured, voice dark and purring. There was no need for him to use compulsion on me because I was drawn to that enticing tone like a moth to a flame. I was prepared to let him burn me up if it meant I could ignore the rippling hurricane within me. “I got wha’ ye need.”
Eoin walked backward across the room and I followed like he had me on a leash. He sat on the couch, thighs spread wide, and looked up at me through those dark, sooty lashes that made my panties melt off. His chiseled jaw, lined with stubble, was tight.
He was so devastatingly handsome it took my breath away.
“Take off yer clothes, love.” The whispered words sent my pulse skyrocketing and I watched as crimson bled through his green irises. He sat all the way back, lounging like a panther on the leather loveseat, and spread his arms across the back. The movement pulled his partly unbuttoned shirt open wide, showing me a tantalizing glimpse of the hollow of his throat and down to his ridiculously carved pectorals.
Biting my lip, I pulled my shirt over my head before dropping it to the floor. Eoin’s gaze unashamedly dragged over my naked torso, taking in my tits and stomach. He swallowed hard before instructing, “Now yer pants.”
I did as he bade, slowly dragging my pants and underwear off my hips and down my thighs until I could step out of them and kick them away. My pulse was pounding hard in my throat, clogging it up until I could only pant for him as he reached out and palmed my hip, encouraging me to climb onto his lap.
The material of his trousers teased the inside of my sensitive thighs and rubbed enticingly against the curls between my thighs. My wetness seeped out of me and onto his cloth-covered lap. Swallowing hard, I held Eoin’s stare as I swiped a hand through my wetness and brought my slick-covered fingers to his mouth.
His eyes flared with heat when I touched my wet fingertips to his lips and pressed, forcing his mouth to open. His tongue touched my fingers, curling around them as he sucked them into his mouth. Each pull of his mouth caused an answering pulse in my clit. The sharp points of his fangs pricked at my skin but didn’t break it. Using my free hand, I reached down and began unbuckling his belt, sliding the soft leather through the buckle until I could reach the button on his trousers.
I had to drag my fingers out of his mouth so I could use both hands to get the button undone, and when I did, I leaned forward until my mouth grazed his. We shared our breaths as his hand trailed along my hip before finding my cunt and sliding over my wetness. I gasped into his open mouth. He circled my clit with two fingers with the perfect amount of pressure until I was quickly coming under his ministrations, a small, delicious orgasm that made me shake in his lap.
I managed to get his zipper undone and gently eased his hard cock out of his pants. In a rush, I realized this was the first time I was feeling him in my hands, all warm, smooth skin with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I circled his piss hole with my thumb, spreading that small droplet, and smirking against his lips as his hips jerked at the sensation.
“Get on wit’ it,” he snarled, fangs bared. “Befer I shove ye onto my cock meself.”
Tilting his cock down, I rose up and pressed him against my slick pussy, rubbing the mushroomed head back and forth to get it sopping wet before sinking down on him. My mouth dropped open on a silent scream at the sensation of him filling me. His hand ran up my back until reaching the nape of my neck, where his fingers locked on hard. His other hand spread the lips of my pussy wide.
We both looked down to watch my cunt swallow his cock, before I backed my hips off and his glistening dick reappeared.
“Look at tha’,” Eoin murmured, eyes still on where we were connected. “Tha’ pretty pink princess pussy takes me cock like she wa’ made fer it.” His eyes met mine and he smirked at me, a filthy little grin, before he lowered his gaze once more. “Ride it fer me, lass. Milk me dry.”
I rocked on him, rising and lowering my hips in an increasing rhythm until I was bouncing on his cock. My ass jiggled with the movements, tits bouncing in his face so close his fangs grazed my nipples on occasion. I was moaning wildly, absorbing every ounce of pleasure I could. The zipper on his pants bit into my thighs, and I leaned into the sensation. Everything added to the ecstasy coursing through me.
I rode him hard, letting his cock strike me deep, taking my pleasure how I wanted, the way I wanted. When we were both trembling with the need to come, Eoin tightened his grip on my nape and sat forward, forcing me backward at such a sharp angle I felt unsteady. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to help me keep my balance, and I clutched at the material of his trousers, but I realized quickly I didn’t have to worry. Eoin was holding me firmly in place, under the punishing onslaught of his hips. My head dropped back, my long, dark hair nearly grazing the ground as I was forced to take what he gave me.
His thrusts were brutal, so hard and deep that I knew I would feel it for days to come.
I keened for him, squealing out my pleasure as he held me tighter to him. I was wrapped in his arms, pressed tightly against his chest. I wove my own arms around his neck, feeling the sweat on the smooth skin of his back as I held on, fingers tangling in his long hair. His fangs teasingly grazed my throat. Hunger tore through him, roaring through the bond.
“Bite me,” I pleaded in a moan. “Drink from me.”
He bit down, teeth piercing my jugular before retracting so his lips could suck at the remaining wounds, swallowing down what I willingly sacrificed for him.
“Yes,” I groaned, hips fiercely rocking. “Yes, fuck.Eoin!” His name was a scream as I came, my cunt milking his cock with hard pulses. He groaned against my throat, growling as he came inside me. I felt our dual releases through the bond, and it ratcheted up my pleasure, sending me careening off the cliff into a second blazing orgasm so strong I was a babbling, mindless mess in his arms.
The rocking of his hips slowed until they stopped completely and he collapsed back against the couch, dragging me with him so his mouth could continue lapping at my blood. This was the longest he had ever drank from me and I relished in it, holding his head tightly to me as my body quivered with little aftershocks.
I was sated, and finally, at peace.
Eoin
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Redressed and re-situated, Ottavia’s emotions no longer roiled around her like a storm cloud after her orgasms. Instead, they floated around her in foggy wisps, the turbulent feelings still there but no longer in control of her. That burning core of anger still sat heavily on her chest, though.
Good, I thought, knowing I’d need to utilize and weaponize that anger to get her to do what I needed her to.
