Chapter 14

Naomi's small, pert breasts bounce as she rides my cock. The walls of her cunt grip me like a vise as she slides up and down, soft moans escaping her lips as she brings herself closer to release. Her round tummy jiggles with each movement, and I become entranced by the melodic dance of her skin. I want to do more. I want to be solely responsible for making her come, but my hands are literally tied above my head, and I won't disobey her orders. If I do that, she might stop moving, and if that happens, I fear my heart will stop.

She's perfect, my little vampire.

She's giving me exactly what I crave. What my draxilio craves.

We know what we are––two beasts sharing one body, capable of toppling entire towns with a single breath. There's nothing in the galaxy that can best us, no matter which form we take.

It's precisely why I don't want or need control during sexual encounters. One flex, and the tie knotted around my wrists will snap into multiple scraps of fabric. If I wanted to dominate Naomi, I easily could. What gets me hard is seeing how effectively she can control me. Following her commands and letting her use my body for her own pleasure has me teetering on the edge of release already, though neither one of us has come yet.

I won't come until she does. That would be unforgivable. I doubt she'll even let me.

The thought of her keeping me from coming until she decides I can has me thrusting up into her welcoming heat, trying to carve a path inside her cunt that no cock but my own could follow. She's mine, and I'm going to make sure I fuck her so hard she'll never want anyone to sate her needs but me.

Mate?my draxilio purrs in question.

No,I send back. There is no mate for us.

But Naomi and I don't need a mate bond to be with each other like this. We're immortal beings, mostly. Who needs the exchange of pretty words and promises for the future when our future is endless? I don't know what will become of us ten, fifty, or hundreds of years from now. We may spend the next decade naked and wrapped in each other's arms, then decide to go our separate ways.

The only goal I currently have is to cover every inch of her voluptuous body with my mouth. If she'll allow me to paint her skin with my seed, even better. Whatever comes after that, I don't care.

She reaches for my hands and pulls them close to her mouth. When I look up, I notice her fangs are extended. "When I come, I'll get the urge to bite you. Is that okay?"

She could tell me she needs to chop off a limb in order to come, and my response would be the same. "Of course."

Her body jerks, and her walls close in all around me as she shatters, her teeth sinking into the thickest part of my forearm. The way her cunt squeezes me combined with the sharp pinch of her bite tests my resolve, practically summoning my release as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine. I don't want to disappoint her, but she feels too good. So warm and slick. It's divine. I won't be able to last.

"Naomi," I groan through gritted teeth, "I can't hold on much longer."

"You can. I know you can," she replies, panting, as she licks the wound before releasing my hands and collapsing atop my chest.

I slow my thrusts and change the rhythm as she comes back to herself. Her black hair fans my chest, the ends tickling my nipples in a way that I was not expecting to enjoy as much as I am.

When she lifts her head, her lips are still stained with my blood, and her entire body radiates a commanding, confident aura that leaves me breathless. Such an unsuspecting power that she possesses. It makes me proud to be…whatever I am to her, even if I'm nothing more than the dick she likes to ride. That would be enough.

Her thick thighs continue to twitch as she crawls up my body, leaving a trail of her warm nectar in her wake. She reaches for the knot at my wrists and my heart leaps.

"I'm going to untie you." Before she loosens the knot, she stills. "Once your hands are free, you may touch me."

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. "Then what?" Tell me what to do, please. Then tell me I did I good job.

Her response is unwavering and immediate. "Then I want you to lick my pussy until I scream for you to stop."

I waste no time. Clutching the soft globes of her ass, I lift her and switch our positions. She squeaks in surprise at how easily I toss her onto the mattress. As if her weight could ever hinder my movement. I'm made of muscle and fire, and she's lighter than air. Then I wrap my hands around her ankles and pull until her ass hangs off the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, I press my hands against her inner thighs, spreading her wide. Her pretty pink flesh glistens with her juices, and I run a finger along her seam, gathering enough to taste.

She watches me with rapt attention as I lick it off, showing off the many shapes my tongue can make as I swirl it around my fingertips.

"Fuck." Her taste is unlike anything in this world. It's salty and tangy, and also distinctly feminine. So quintessentially Naomi. Somehow more perfect than perfect, beyond a place even words can reach.

"Ooh," she moans as I lean in and lick the length of her seam, stopping at the top to spread her swollen pussy lips and clamp down on her clit with my lips. Her back arches, and she rolls her hips against my mouth, crying out, "Yes, Kyan. Like that. So good."

My chest puffs at her praise as I continue devouring her. If she calls me her good boy, I might have to abandon my previous thinking and ask her to marry me.

A steady purr fills my head. More.

This is more, I send back, puzzled and slightly annoyed by the plea. This is the most. What more do you want?

More, he repeats, and I decide to ignore him.

Naomi threads her fingers through my hair and grips the back of my head, pressing my nose against her clit as I fuck her with my tongue. "Mm. So fucking good."

Getting closer, but what will send her over the edge?

Out of the corner of my gaze, I see her head pop up. Our eyes meet and don't stray as she palms her breasts, pausing to pluck at her hardened nipples. "Stroke yourself for me."

I do as I'm told, happy to find my dick still coated with her release. My sac tightens against my body as I begin jerking myself off.

She reaches for my other hand and pulls it to her mouth. "Still okay?" Asking for another bite.

How much blood does a draxilio even need? I'm sure I could survive with a lot less. She can have it. "Still okay."

"What a good boy," she whispers, her gaze heavy lidded as her fangs graze the underside of my wrist. "So good for me."

The taste of her, the sight, and now the praise––it all becomes too much. I'm close. Too close. And she hasn't screamed at me to stop yet.

Just then, I figure out how to send her toppling over the edge. I twist my head sideways, and alternate sucking hard on her clit and grazing the edges of my teeth against the sides. This sends her into a frenzy. Her legs kick up by my ears as she fucks my face, and I increase the speed and pressure of my hand. I want her to come first, but I'm desperate to be close behind.

She unravels seconds later, her thighs clamping the sides of my head as she cries out. I assume she bites me, but I don't even feel it. More of her decadent juices flood my tongue as she shouts, "Come for me."

I explode. Blackness seeps into the corners of my vision as my come shoots all over my stomach and chest. Naomi's hands are on me a moment later, guiding me onto my back atop the mattress.

When my vision clears, and I feel like I can breathe once more, I find her cleaning my front with a wet washcloth. Her touch is gentle. Giving. It deepens my need for her.

I don't know how much time passes, but eventually she lies down next to me, throwing a blanket over both of us as the tips of her small fingers trace along my nose and cheeks. My eyes remain closed as she does this, and I wonder when I last felt this content. This seen.

When my eyes flutter open, I find her staring at me with a shy smile. "How was that?"

She has to ask? I feel higher now than I did on her mango cupcakes. I turn to my side to face her. "The best."

"The best?" she repeats with a laugh.

"Better than anything else would be the best, yes?"

The look she gives me is skeptical, but she doesn't press further. She leans in and brushes her lips against mine in a kiss that's so light, I hardly feel it. Then she wiggles her way into my arms and tucks her cheek against my chest.

I stroke along her spine, loving the feel of her smooth skin.

"Thanks for coming today," she says in a quiet voice. "I didn't know I needed you, but you came."

"I always will." I wonder, briefly, if the response carries too much emotion, too much promise. But no. It doesn't matter how things evolve between us. I'll show up when she needs me.

"Are you sure it's not a big deal that you missed that meeting today?" she asks. "With the buyer?"

"No. I have no plans to sell the company anyway."

"Won't Thea be mad?"

"So what if she is? I'm her boss. She isn't mine." Then guilt creeps in, and I wonder if Naomi is right. "Perhaps I'll make it up to her. Do you think one thousand dollars in cash would be sufficient?"

"Seriously?"

I can give her more. "Two thousand?"

Naomi's eyebrow quirks up. "Didn't realize it was that easy." She holds out her hand. "I'll take ten thousand, please."

"The cash is for people who are mad at me. Are you mad at me, Naomi?"

She purses her lips. "I can get there. Yeah."

A comfortable silence settles over us as we lay together. At one point, she drapes her leg over me, and her knee gently brushes against my cock, rousing it once more. I shift closer to her, wrapping my hand around her calf as a way to keep her flush against me. Then my fingers drift down to her slim ankle and continue to caress as I make my way back up to the glorious line that separates her ass from the top of her thigh.

My hips move of their own accord, seeking the friction of her body. As I go to tease her nipple between my fingers, a soft snore reaches my ears.

Poor little vampire. She must be exhausted from her untamed libido. I press a kiss to her hair and tug the blanket up around her shoulders as her steady breathing lulls me to sleep.

We continue snoozing throughout the day, waking only long enough for a slow, leisurely fuck or to use the bathroom. Once the sun sets, Naomi starts to feel better, and we work together to clean up the soup I spilled.

I have a pizza delivered for dinner, which I finish on my own while she drinks a bag of B negative blood with THC. Her fridge is filled with bags of each type, and I grow curious. "How does Quincy get access to all of this blood?" Does he steal it from blood banks? It seems unlikely he'd be able to accomplish that without getting in trouble.

"Quincy knows everybody," she replies. "He has a huge network of contacts across the country that he works with to maintain a steady influx of blood. Nurses, doctors, mobile blood bank drivers, and even just people who willingly donate their blood directly to him. I don't know the terms of their agreements, but I think it's a lot of trading favors and a few cases of cash bribery."

"How does he avoid getting caught? Or putting those he works with at risk of being caught."

A drop of blood gathers at the corner of her mouth after taking a large sip, and she swipes it away with her finger. I find myself disappointed I wasn't the one to lick it off. Blood has never been something I've incorporated into sex, but with Naomi, I'm tempted.

"It's happened once or twice, but that was years ago, and he's much more selective about who he works with."

Fascinating. Another non-human trying to operate on the outskirts of human laws.

"And I think the amount of blood each vendor sends him is too small to raise eyebrows, so he's getting a little from each one, contributing to a big inventory." She tips the bag back as she sucks the remaining drops from the bottom. "Ooh, you know what I have?" Her eyes are wide with excitement as she jumps up and opens the cabinet.

"Please tell me it's something you baked that has weed in it." I've grown quite fond of this routine. Sitting beside her as we laugh at ridiculous TV shows, getting high enough to let our minds take us to other places––nothing has ever brought me as much enjoyment.

She pulls off the top of a square plastic container, and I take a deep inhale as the scents of butter and sugar hit my nose. "My almond weed cookies."

I take three, knowing I'll love them. In just four bites, I've finished them off, so Naomi gives me several more. Time passes and the skies grow darker as we snuggle up together on the couch, and an idea starts to form in my head. It's hard to tell, but it feels like it might be the smartest idea I've ever had.

"My brother and his mate are throwing a Halloween party," I say. "I'd like you to come."

Her expression is unreadable.

"You mean, as your date?"

"Yes."

She tilts her head to the side. "As your date, or your girlfriend?"

"Either one."

Her brow furrows. "It can't be either one. They're different things."

I don't follow. If she comes as my date, she remains on my arm all night. I get to show her off and introduce her to my family. We have fun, or, we try to have fun. It all rests on Mylo's choice in music, I suppose. At the end of the night, we remove our costumes and pleasure each other until the sun rises.

If she comes as my girlfriend, everything that follows is the same. Maybe I should leave it up to her.

"Which do you prefer?"

She sighs. "No, no, no. You're the one asking me to the party. So you have to tell me which one you want me to be."

This is getting confusing. Perhaps I'm not being clear. Taking her hand in mine, I try again. "Naomi, I want you to be whichever one you want to be."

Ripping her hand away, she leans forward and rests her head in her hands. "Maybe we're too high to talk about this now."

Shit. This is my fault. When I thought of asking her, I was happy at the possibility she'd say yes. Now it feels like she wants me to leave. How did we get here?

"Wait," she says, her expression bright as she turns to face me. "Let me ask you this. Are you open to wearing a couple's costume?"

"What is that?"

"It's two costumes within the same theme," she explains. "Two things or characters that clearly go together to the point where it would look weird if one of us wore our costume without the other."

"An example of this would be…"

She leaps to her feet with excitement. "A squirrel and a nut!"

That is not what I was expecting her to say. "Would I dress as the squirrel or the nut in that scenario?"

"Good question." Naomi takes her time as she considers her answer. "The squirrel." When I look at her expectantly, she adds, "Because you're bigger."

"That's your justification? Because I'm bigger?"

She looks crushed. "You don't want to be the squirrel?"

"No, I'm fine being the squirrel. That's not why I think I'm more suited to wear it though."

Curiosity seems to brighten her mood. "Then why?"

I say the first thing that comes to mind. "Because I'm always looking for you, eager to gobble you up."

A fit of laughter seizes her body, pushing her into a sequence of wide-mouthed cackling and enthusiastic knee slapping. "Oh shit. I love that."

"So I will be the squirrel, then?" I ask, needing clarification.

"Yep. And I'll be your nut."

Another episode of Veep begins and something Selina says to Gary leads me back to the original conversation we were having. "Why does it matter that I'm willing to dress as the squirrel to your nut? What does it mean?"

"Huh?" she asks. It's then that I notice how hazy her eyes are. She is tremendously high. "Oh. It means you'd rather bring me to the party as your girlfriend than as your date, because no one is going to wear a couples' costume to a family Halloween party with someone who's just a date."

Now I'm back to being confused. Though I suppose it doesn't matter. If they mean the same thing to me but the title of girlfriend makes her happier, then I want her with me as my girlfriend.

"Right."

I reach for the cookie container and disappointment washes over me when I realize they're gone. Still feeling peckish, I go to the cabinet and start digging around.

"What are you looking for?"

I turn the cookie container upside down and pout.

Her smile reaches her eyes as she takes in my sad state. "I don't have any more snacks for you, I'm afraid. I guess I should start keeping some balanced meals on hand, right? You can't have cookies for dinner every night."

"Of course I can," I reply. "I'm three hundred and twelve years old. I can do whatever I please." Then I remember. I still have the orange Starbursts that Hudson left in my room. Plus, there's popcorn, and there's no greater bedtime snack than popcorn. "Let's go to my house. The perfect snacks await."

"Your house?" she asks, looking down at her long t-shirt and loose sweatpants. "It's late. Will anyone be there?"

I look at my phone and gasp. "How is it already midnight?" The only ones home will be Zev, Charlie, and Nia, but I'm sure they've all gone to bed by now.

"Let me change, and we can go," she says, rushing to pull on what looks to be one of her work outfits.

"It's late. You don't need to dress up for this. We're just getting snacks."

She shrugs. "I already had it laid out for today before the whole blood mess. It's fine." Then she pauses as she stares down at her bottle on the table. "Should I take it?" Before I can speak, she answers her own question. "Yeah, I'll take it."

As we step outside, Felix lands on Naomi's windowsill.

"Sorry, buddy," she says, waving to him. "We're on a snack run, but we'll be back soon."

"Where did I leave my car?" I ask, looking around the empty driveway. Then I spot it parked on the street. "Ah, there."

"Wait, you shouldn't drive. You're way too high." Somehow, she stumbles while standing perfectly still. "I shouldn't drive either."

"It's fine. We don't need to take the car."

She groans. "I really don't feel like running."

"We're not running, little nut."

"We're not?"

"No," I reply, before pointing to the stars. "Let's fly."