28. Ivy

Chapter 28

Ivy

I 'm used to running on little sleep, living on cat naps here and there between kills. But when I wake up a few hours later, I've never felt so refreshed. Even after such an emotional day, I slept like the dead.

My eyes flutter open and I smile when I see the bare chest of a very much alive man. That's a first for me, too. I've never woken up next to anyone before. It's a bit bizarre, but I can see the appeal. If I had fallen asleep beside my bed partners in the past, I'd have woken up cuddled with a corpse. That's never happened of course. I always disappear as soon as I get my O. But either way, I think I much prefer this view to my usual wake-up.

Tipping my head back, I see Beck fast asleep. He looks so handsome in his sleep. Like he hasn't got a care in the world. As I memorize his sleeping face, I recall our conversation from last night. Everything he said to me. I couldn't have dreamt up a more perfect mate. He said exactly what I needed to hear. Then he gave me the space to come to terms with it on my own, knowing he would be there if I needed him.

Wanting to repay him the only way I know how, I slide down the bed and smirk to myself as I get an eyeful of his inviting erection. Even in his sleep, he's on the same page as me. That's what I love about Beck.

Wait… love?

Fuck. Ok. It's ok. You just need a distraction. Don't think about the L word. Keep your mind busy. Oh! I know. Suck his dick. That's why you're down here, ya know. Do that and don't think about how nothing's ever felt as right as just thinking you love this man.

Right. Yeah. I can do that. Just suck his cock.

Nodding my head once in determination, I get myself back on track and pull down the waistband of his boxers. His cock springs forward, almost hitting me in the face. Well, somebody's eager.

And what a nice eager dick it is.

I swipe my tongue up the shaft before taking the head in my mouth and swallowing as much as I can. I know he's going to wake up soon and I'd rather it be with his cock down my throat than just me licking him.

Beck moans in his sleep and his hands stroke my head. His eyes pop open and he looks down at me between his legs. I smirk around his cock and suck hard, loving the reactions he has to my touch.

"Holy shit, Ivy," he groans. "What are you… Ohhh … What are you doing, baby?"

I sit up on my knees and his dick pops out of my mouth with an audible plop. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Trying to kill me in my sleep? But man… what a way to go."

"Oh. Did you want me to stop?" I ask with doe eyes.

"I'm not complaining, love. But if you want to stop, I'd be more than happy to repay the favor."

"Don't you worry. You'll get your chance to repay me. Just as soon as I'm done." I smirk before ducking my head and taking his cock in my mouth again.

Want in on a little secret? I've never sucked cock before. I mean, honestly, why would I? Until now, everyone I've ever slept with was a mark. Someone I was using to get off on then kill. Why the hell would I waste my time sucking their dick?

I must be doing something right, though, because Beck's fingers tighten in my hair and his hips thrust, burying his cock deeper down my throat as his low, throaty moans fill the air. Fuck. Those moans are like music to my ears.

My throat constricts around his length and I breathe through my nose. My eyes water as he holds me there, but I don't resist. I want to make this good for him.

"Fuck, Ivy. You're so good at that," he moans.

Never thought getting praised for how well I suck cock would make me prouder than my first kill. Yet, here we are.

"Ok. Fuck . That's enough, baby. Come here."

Instead of listening, I bob my head up and down, sucking his cock like I'm trying to drink my favorite milkshake.

"Ivy! Fuuuuck! " He groans before pulling my head off him.

Gasping, I look up at him. "Did I… Do something wrong?" I ask, trying to regulate my breathing.

"Oh, baby. Noo. Everything you did was perfect." He leans down and wipes his thumb across my wet cheek. "The only thing that would be more perfect is if I were buried in your pussy making you feel as good as I do."

"Oh. Well, ok then."

He chuckles then flips me onto my back. I squeal and smack his chest. He laughs at my reaction before dipping his head and pressing soft kisses along my collarbone and up my throat. His teeth scrape the spot right behind my right ear.

"This is where I'm going to mark you," he purrs and I fucking gush. Jesus. How the fuck is this man so fucking sexy?

I arch my neck to give him better access but he just nips at my skin

"Not yet. Patience, my mate. You'll be mine completely, soon."

"Oh, god. I did not expect this from you," I groan.

"Expect what, love?" he whispers in my ear before kissing down my neck.

"The cruelty. I should have known the nice guy would be the worst."

"Oh, you poor baby," he murmurs into my neck as his hands roam my body.

"Mmmm. Yes. It's a terrible fate bestowed upon me," I sigh when he slides down my body, licking and kissing everywhere he can reach.

His warm breath puffs over my hips seconds before his tongue swipes up my slit and even pretend complaints flee my mind.

"So fucking sweet," he groans into my pussy.

Now, I've had a victim go down on me before his untimely demise, so this isn't a first for me, but holy shit . He's way better than any of the losers I've been with. I really fucking lucked out with the mate lottery.

He licks my pussy like it's his job. I don't even care that in order for him to be this adept at eating pussy he's had to have had a lot of practice. I'm reaping the reward for all that practice now, so who am I to judge?

Just as I'm about to cum, the asshole pulls away and leaves me panting and writhing on the bed.

"What the?!" I snarl as I push myself up to glare at the evil man between my legs.

"Patience, remember? Good things come to those who wait."

"But I don't wanna wait! I want the orgasm you stole from me," I whine.

The twisted fuck just smiles as he bends down and places a kiss over my clit. I'm about to complain some more when he sits up and slams into me, burying his cock inside me in one hard, fast, thrust.

I gasp and moan at the sudden, but very fucking welcome intrusion. For someone who was preaching patience just moments ago, he sure fucks me like a dying man.

His hands grip my thighs as he holds them up and spreads me open, pounding into me. I should have expected it to be this way. Rough and wild. He's still a biker after all. Just because he's quieter and doesn't scream alpha male, doesn't mean he isn't one.

"You're such a good fucking girl, taking my cock."

"Oh god," I moan. And he's a dirty talker? Have I died and gone to heaven? Surely not. After all the deaths I've caused, no way they'd let me in.

It's like he notices I space out just a little bit because he shifts his hips and hits this place inside me that wipes all thought from my brain. I couldn't think about anything if I wanted to now. All I can do is feel . I'm just one oversensitized nerve as he continues to fuck me, sliding one hand down my leg and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"You gonna come all over my dick, baby?"

"If you keep fucking me like that, I will," I moan.

"Oh don't worry, love. I have no plans on stopping until you're completely satisfied and can't take any more."

"Oh fuck!" Is he some kind of fucking djinn or something? Can he speak things into being? Because that's all it takes for me to explode. He completely fucking wrecks me.

As I'm soaring through my orgasm, seeing every color of the rainbow behind my eyes, I feel his lips brush over my neck before he bites me right behind my right ear.

The sensations that shoot through me as he seals his end of our bond spur me to follow suit. As soon as he unlatches his teeth from my skin and licks my wound, I lunge for him. He growls as my teeth dig into the meaty part of his shoulder, marking him as mine forever.

Once I'm satisfied my mark is deep enough, I let go and lick his wound. He looks down at me with sweat glistening on his forehead and the brightest smile I've ever seen in my life. He opens his mouth to say something when there's a bang on the door.

"Stop fucking, we got things to discuss!"

King sure knows how to kill the mood.