Chapter 51

Chapter 51

H ead still spinning, Fey let herself be carried to the bedroom. She hadn't expected to enjoy his bite that much, hadn't expected to lose control of herself like that. But something about the jolt of pain, something about the way he was holding her, completely immobilized against him… she shivered, just thinking about it.

She wanted more.

The moment they were in the room, Alastair tossed her onto the bed, and Fey squealed. He pulled his own shirt off and was on her in a second, hands ripping open the shirt she was wearing hard enough she was sure he was tearing off the buttons.

"Alastair!" she gasped. "Your shirt!"

"Fuck it," he snarled. He pulled the fabric open, revealing her breasts, her bare body. Leaning over her, he licked a path down her skin, between her breasts and down her stomach. "I'll buy another," he said, into her skin, and she arched under him. "Fuck, I'll buy a thousand of them, just to rip them off you again."

He bit her again, hard, on the inner thigh just below her hipbone, and Fey jerked underneath him.

"Alastair," she hissed, half in shock, half in pain .

He pulled back immediately, licking his lips. "Sorry," he whispered, and Fey was startled to see how wild his eyes were, how out of control he looked.

Blood lust could make a Vampire unpredictable, dangerous. And based on the crazed look in Alastair's eyes, she might have brought him a little too close to that edge.

"Come here," Fey demanded, holding out her arms for him, and he came to her immediately, letting her kiss him and pull him down toward her. Letting her roll him over, until he was under her, her legs straddling him.

She pinned him underneath her and sat up on his hips to look down at him.

"Calm down," she said, and he took a deep shuddering breath. "Maybe, you should just lay back and let me play with you for a while?"

"If you want me to calm down, Witchling, that's the exact wrong thing to say," he told her, but the wild animal that had appeared in his eyes was starting to fade.

Fey smiled, seeing more of Alastair returning, his dilated pupils constricting again. She kissed him, swatting his hands away when he reached for her. Kissed him deeply, fully, letting her tongue touch against the sharp tips of his teeth. He groaned, and she moved to the edges of his lips, kissing down his jawline, his neck.

" Fuck , Fey." He hissed, arching up as she kissed down his chest. His cock twitched underneath her, through his pants. She wanted to touch him, feel his hard length in her hand, in her mouth.

When she reached his waist, and began to unbuckle his belt, Alastair reached for her again, trying to pull her back up to him.

"I need to touch you, Witchling," he hissed. But she swatted his hands away, smirking up at him as she unfastened his pants and slowly pulled his zipper down.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and Fey felt him jerk under her touch as his cock sprang free. Eyes still locked with his, holding his gaze, she trailed her hand up the length of him.

There is a different sort of power here , Fey thought with a smirk. Alastair watched her, eyes wide and desperate, as she touched him. His hands clutched the sheets, and he swore softly as her hands explored. She held him in the palm of her hand, literally and metaphorically, and it felt divine to have such power over another person.

When she took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip of him, Alastair's eyes never left hers. But they widened, and he swore, hips bucking off the mattress. She took her time with him, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth.

"Fey," he moaned. " Fuck, that feels good."

She smiled, her lips curving up around him, taking him deep into her throat, and back out again. Then repeating it, her eyes never leaving his.

That did it. Unable to hold back anymore, Alastair's hands came out to grasp her hair. He pushed himself deeper into her, as deep as he could go, and Fey fought against her gag reflex as the tip of his cock hit against the back of her throat.

" Fuck the Goddess , Witchling, that's incredible," Alastair hissed, holding her head as he fucked her mouth, thrusting up to meet her.

It was, Fey thought, moaning around him. He was thick enough to fill her mouth entirely, thick enough it was difficult to catch her breath around him. And then he was releasing her, letting go of her head and sitting up enough to grab her by the ribs and pull her back up to him.

He kissed her roughly, one hand tangling in her hair, and the other positioning her on his lap, maneuvering her legs to either side of him. Fey let him take over, falling into the kiss, taking his face in her hands. She let him lift her thighs, let him position himself at her entrance.

Fey arched her back and moaned as Alastair entered her. His hands on her hips, he pushed her down to sit on him, forcing every inch of himself inside her.

Alastair wrapped his arms around her, forcing her hard against him and capturing her mouth again with his kiss. She rode him, moving up and down in his lap, and he met her movements with his own, thrusting his hips up to meet hers and burying himself deep inside her.

Fey could feel herself approaching her peak, and she broke their kiss, sitting up and arching as she climbed further and further up to bliss.

With a snarl, Alastair rolled them both, pinning her beneath him. Fey gasped, in shock, but it immediately became a moan as he moved inside her, fucking her hard against the bed .

Alastair buried his face in her neck, and his fingers found the space between them, rolling nimbly over her sensitive clit. Fey screamed, tightening her legs around him.

"Fey," he whispered against her skin. "Fey if you don't come soon, I'm going to lose it, I?—"

Fey's entire body arched as her orgasm ripped through her, taking the breath from her lungs. She couldn't even make a sound, could only dig her fingernails into Alastair's back as she shuddered, cresting over and over again.

Alastair groaned and followed her, pounding into her once, twice, three more times before his body shuddered and his fingers dug into her leg where he held her.

"Alastair," Fey gasped. They were both breathing heavily. "That was?—"

He kissed her, stealing the words from her. A gentle, sweet kiss. Kissed her, as her body came back to the world, as her breathing calmed and her pulse slowed back to normal.

Languid and satisfied, she pulled away to look him in the eyes.

"I'm so glad you came back to me, Witchling," Alastair said. And Fey realized she was glad, too.