Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Sexual Healing

Nera

The smell of food woke me up. I arched my back and stretched my arms and legs, smiling before my eyes were even open at the delicious soreness between my legs.

Our first time was great. Romantic even. The rest of the night had been an absolute fuck-fest. And I was here for it. Shep was an utter beast in bed. I didn't think biting would turn me on, but damn. His teeth nipping my breasts and clit was a turn on, and every time I climaxed, the mark he'd made on my shoulder tingled and gave me intense orgasms, despite his size. His cock was huge and something my body would have to get used to.

Yes, I was in this for the long haul. I wanted to spend every night in his bed and have his babies and never be without him. It sounded dramatic in my head, but I couldn't help it. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.

I blinked my eyes open and looked around the room. The bed was cold and empty beside me but I didn't mind. I heard music playing in the kitchen and the sizzle of meat. The smell was amazing and I was absolutely famished. I smiled at the memory of him telling me I needed to put some fat on my hips so he'd have more to grab onto.

Challenge accepted.

I flipped the covers back and looked around his room. He must have called someone in to decorate because this was nothing like the bachelor pad I'd expected. Black furniture, gray walls, and gold accessories like knob pulls oddly seemed to work in this space. The down comforter was white—and now a bit stained—and I blushed at the sight of our juices.

I went into the bathroom and winced at the burn between my legs as I emptied my bladder. Oof. His amazing dick was something I'd have to get used to. I washed my hands at the gold and marble sink and looked in the mirror. My platinum hair stuck up and I smoothed it down, then behind my ears. My eyes were a little red but good sleep would do that to someone. I'd spent all night feeling the most safe I ever had in my life, wrapped in his arms and my head rested on his hard chest, lightly dusted with dark hair.

I went back into his room and found his huge white V-neck tee on the ground, slipping it over my head. It came down to the tops of my thighs and smelled like him. I decided I was going to steal it and sleep with it if I wasn't sleeping here with him every night.

I padded barefoot down the hall where the vision of Shep cooking in his modern kitchen took my breath away. In nothing but dark gray sweatpants, no shirt, and a white porcelain coffee mug in hand, I watched as the muscles in his back bunched with each movement. A small speaker on the counter blasted some classic 80s music, which he swayed his hips to.

"You finally learn how to cook?" I quipped.

He turned, spatula in hand, and smiled at me. "Good morning, larkspur."

I sidled up behind him, sliding my hands around his waist, his hard stomach sucking in at the movement. I kissed his bare back. "Good morning."

He used the spatula to point to a coffeemaker at the end of the counter. "Help yourself. There's milk or creamer in the fridge."

The "coffeemaker" was a bougie thing I'd seen when I was here before. Thankfully it had a pot full of black liquid. Cups hung on a row of hooks under the counter, and I plucked one and filled the mug. The fridge was ridiculously fancy with a screen on the front displaying the current weather and a view of the inside. I splashed some creamer in my mug and closed my eyes as I took a sip.

This was expensive shit.

I looked around the kitchen. The large white marble island housed a sink and dishwasher, an open concept overlooking the living room with the biggest TV I'd ever seen, and modern furniture.

"Good?" he asked, pointing to my mug. He slid pancakes and eggs onto a plate.

I nodded slightly. "You're not what I was expecting."

He froze, then turned, flipping off the burner and moving the pan to a different part of the smooth-top electric stovetop. "What do you mean?"

I didn't like the lines creased between his brow, as if I'd upset him.

I gestured around with my free hand. "Your house is so nice. I was expecting mismatched furniture and movie posters on the wall and a ten-speed bike." I lifted the coffee to my lips and took a sip.

So good.

He chuckled. "A bachelor pad?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Did a decorator come in here and do all this?"

I thought I saw his cheeks flush red above his beard line. "Yes and no. I chose all this when I was having it built, and then had someone come in and suggest furniture and shit."

"Again, not what I was expecting. And definitely not complaining. I like the open kitchen concept and the blacks and grays. It's soothing, honestly."

He nodded in thanks.

My gaze slid over his body, and I studied a few of his tattoos. "What's that lady on your arm represent?" I asked.

He looked down at his left shoulder where a large woman's face wearing some kind of headpiece was tattooed. "It's a Viking Valkyrie. She's a representation of strong women. I was raised by a strong woman, so it's an ode to her. Chaos designed it."

"That's very sweet. I'm sure your mom loved that," I said.

"She did."

"And the wolf on your neck—all your guys have it. It's a cool club tat. Chaos?" I asked

"Yep." He slid a plate onto the island where I sat at one of the stools. He placed salt, pepper, hot sauce, and ketchup down. Then he plunked a glass of orange juice in front of me.

"Do you want a mimosa?"

I shook my head. "No, the OJ is perfect the way it is." My stomach rumbled. "This smells delicious. I can't believe you can cook this well, too. Who are you?"

He put another plate next to mine and came around, sitting next to me on the island. "I'm Sheppard Madden, Gemini. I love to work out, kick ass, and kill vampires. I also like decorating and antique shopping. Nice to meet you."

I laughed. "You do not go antiquing, do you?"

He forked some eggs into his mouth and grinned. It was so sexy. "No. I have been a few times, but I rarely buy anything unless I think it's worth something."

"Like what?" I asked, splashing some Tabasco sauce on my hashbrowns.

"Like that." He pointed to a very old-looking typewriter set in the corner of the room. It had Royal written on it and an old, yellowed paper scrolled up from the top.

My eyes widened. I set my fork down and went over to it. Somehow, it worked with the aesthetic of the décor, sitting on its own perch. I gently touched the keys and could see it was very old. "Wow, this is so cool."

He came up behind me and slid his hand around my waist. "It weighs like a million pounds too. I can't believe people used to use those to produce pages of words. We are so spoiled with computers and word processing programs."

I turned around in his arms and looked up at him. "Yes, we are."

He leaned down and kissed me. I looped my arms around his massive neck, kissing him back.

"Did you get enough to eat?" he asked, jutting his chin toward the kitchen.

"I would rather do other things than eat right now," I murmured, his body, his voice, his touch, making me wet and stirring things between my legs. I was still sore but I was ready for more.

"Yeah, like what?"

I reached down and stroked his cock through his gray sweatpants while waggling my eyebrows. He moaned and picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, and I squealed and giggled.

"I'm gonna beat that pussy up," he said as he walked. "And you're gonna like it." He flopped me onto the bed and tore his tee from my body. "Murder it."

I spread my legs and bit my lip. "Murder away, baby."

He dove down and devoured me, his tongue giving me an orgasm that happened so quick it was embarrassing. Then, he slid his sweats off, grabbed a condom, slid it on, then slammed into me, my legs wrapped around his trim waist resting on his thick hips as he pummeled me. I couldn't even care about the soreness as another climax came rushing to the surface, making me scream, right as he came hard and fast, his cock jerking as he groaned and fell on top of me, both of us breathing hard and fast.

"Fuck, see what you do to me?" he murmured against my ear. "I've become a sixteen-year-old boy again, a five-pump chump."

I giggled. "I'm no better."

"You're literally the best," he said, leaning up on his arms, with his cock still buried inside of me, and kissed me crazy.

We lay like that for a while, stroking each other's hair and skin, kissing softly, until he pulled out, got rid of the condom, and retrieved another one. He was unbelievably hard again, so he slid it on and then stood, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed where he slammed my thighs apart and began devouring me with his tongue and fingers, soothing the ache there with another mind-numbing orgasm that made me scream and pull at his short hair. The bite mark tingled strongly. My pussy was still spasming and I was seeing stars when he stood and spread my lips apart, tickling my sensitive clit before lining up the head and pushing it home. I groaned at the fullness.

"Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you, baby."

I did as I was told, watching his huge dick sliding in and out of me. I clenched my walls around him, staring into his eyes as I reached up and played with one of my nipples and bit my lip.

"Fuck me faster."

His eyes widened momentarily. "Is that what you want, my beautiful little slut? You want this cock?"

My nipples got even harder and my clit engorged. The filthy talk was such a turn-on. "Am I your little slut?" I blinked innocently at him.

"Yes, you are," he breathed, his hips working in fast motion, as he—as he put it—murdered my cunt again. "Mine," he growled.

And I was here for it.

"And you're gonna come for me again. Gush those pussy juices all over my cock, baby." He used his thumb to push on my clit and I came again with a scream. Holy fuck, how many was that? I was going to need to sleep for the rest of the day. The mark on my shoulder was damn near burning now from all the orgasms.

He pumped one last time and slammed home, groaning loud, and long, and then he shuddered, coming again inside me.

Oof. I'm gonna need a break after this.

He collapsed on top of me. "I fucking love you, Nera," he murmured, kissing me hard and fast.

My heart exploded into a million tiny shards of love.

"I love you, too, you psycho."