Blood Knot (21 page)

He braced himself on his arms, so that only his hips and his heavy and silky genitals were resting against her. “Open for me,” he breathed. His eyes seemed very blue in that dim light as he looked down at her. “Let me feel you around me.”

She opened herself up, trembling with anticipation. Her clit pounded as his cock brushed against it.

Nial eased himself into her a slow inch at a time, and no other part of his body touched her. Winter wriggled on the rug, all her focus on the sensations set off by Nial’s cock thrusting with controlled mastery inside her.

By the time he was fully lodged inside her, Winter was nearly hyperventilating. She clawed at his arms, at the bunched muscles there. “Faster,” she begged.

“
No,” he growled, his voice low. His eyes seemed to glitter as he watched her. With the same controlled speed he withdrew and impaled her again, watching her writhe and come apart at the seams as the pressure built up around what his cock was doing to her.

On the fourth stroke Winter arched back on the rug, her fingers clawing at the soft pile, gasping. “Please, Nial,” she begged.

“
No.” His voice was hoarse. From the effort to control himself or lust, it didn’t matter. But she knew he wouldn’t break. He would watch her shatter first.

On the seventh stroke, she could feel her pussy pulsing and her clit with it. Her hips thrust, jerking, as Nial pushed slowly into her again. She gave a broken cry.

“
Yes,” he crooned, one hand caressing her breast. “That’s it, Winter. Come for me. I can feel how close you are.”

On the next murderously slow thrust, she climaxed with a guttural scream that she had never heard herself make in her life. Her orgasm was wrenched from deep in her belly, lifting her from the rug until only her hips remained. But Nial’s arm was around her back, supporting her as the waves of the climax rushed through her.

He lowered her back onto the soft rug and sat back, his stiff cock sliding out of her.

“
No fair,” she said breathlessly.

“
Oh, I’ll get my turn,” he assured her.

“
You will,” she agreed and forced herself onto her hands and knees despite her shaky limbs. She crawled closer to him and pushed on Nial’s shoulder so that he was sitting on his heels, nudged his knees far apart, and tossed her hair back over her shoulder.

He began to smile. “Just watching you crawl to me naked on your hands and knees with that wicked grin and mischief in your eyes is reward enough.”

“
Shall I stop?” she suggested, cupping his testicles and stroking the underside.

His chest lifted as he drew in a quick breath. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

Winter nodded. “Thought so.” She kissed him then trailed her mouth down his chest to his stomach, feeling his muscles clench in reaction, and across the abdomen to the pelvis, carefully skirting his cock. She settled down between his thighs and licked and sucked each sac in turn, feeling and hearing Nial’s tension and hissing response each time. Then she nibbled and licked her way up the shaft of his cock, tasting her own juices along the way. The head throbbed as her lips drew closer and Nial gave a soft moan.

Winter closed her mouth over the entire head, drawing it deeper, deeper and deeper into her.

Nial clutched at her hair, gasping.

She finally relented, withdrawing and letting her teeth bump gently over the glans, and her tongue to stroke the seam as she sucked.

Then she began a steady in and out stroking rhythm with her lips and tongue while she stroked the base of his shaft and testicles with her hands.

Nial’s hands clenched in her hair and his hips lifted an inch or so as his excitement built. She could feel the head of his cock swelling with pre-cum and his growing orgasm and hear the change in his breathing.

“
Winter,” he breathed harshly.

She reached between his thighs, further back, and delicately probed his anus with the tip of her finger. She didn’t use pressure, for she had no oil. Just enough to put pressure on the prostate.

Nial jerked and cried out with the same sort of hard, guttural cry she had made, but his was deeper. Harsher. His cock spasmed and cum hit the back of her throat in short, sharp spurts.

Winter licked Nial clean and sat up. She smiled when she saw that he was breathing hard, his body depleted of oxygen and compensating with a very human reaction.

“
That smile,” he growled. “Do you know what it does to me?”

She shook her head.

Nial leaned forward and picked her up around the waist, just high enough to turn her and put her on her hands and knees. Winter barely had time to be surprised before his hands slid back to her hips and his cock pushed inside her. It was no slow insertion this time. She was slick, more than aroused and ready to receive him and Nial thrust deep into her like a sword is returned to the sheath. Quick and hard.

Winter cried out at the sudden possession.

“
That is what you do to me,” Nial muttered. His hand brushed her hair out of the way and curled over her shoulder, lifting her up onto her knees. His hands cupped her breasts and he pulled and played with the nipples and stroked the flesh, making her rub herself up against his chest, her pussy clenching around him.

His lips moved against her shoulder. “Right now, right at this moment, I don’t feel cursed at all, Winter.”

She reached back to slide her hand through his hair. “Nial…”

“
Look at us,” he murmured and turned his head to look at the window.

She shifted her gaze slightly to the right and saw what Nial did. For a moment, because of the distortion of the glass reflection, she saw strangers. The impression she got from the image she saw was overwhelming passion. It bloomed and pulsed from both of them like an aura. Then she saw Nial. He was locked against her, ready to explode with…
everything
, her mind whispered.

The stimulus she got from that surprising glimpse made her gasp and arch back. “Oh, god!” she moaned. She grasped Nial’s hand and brought it to her clitoris. It was too late. Her climax was blooming deep in her. She gasped as his fingers pressed up against the tiny organ.

“
You see what I see,” Nial murmured, his teeth brushing her neck. Then he bit her.

There was the tiniest sharp pain, then her climax seemed to explode through her system like it was on steroids. It doubled, tripled, and re-energized itself, setting off chains of pleasure fireworks in nerve bundles and centres throughout her body that normally stayed quiescent.

Winter could feel her throat straining, her whole body stretching hard and taut as the climax claimed her attention. Until finally it let her be and she grew aware of the room once more, Nial’s arms, his cock inside her body, his chest against her back and how bright it seemed all at once.

She blinked. Nial was licking her neck and it stung a bit.

“
You bit me,” she said hoarsely.

“
I also drank some of your blood,” he said. “Just a small amount. It’s a sexual thing. It makes your climax more powerful, because there’s an aphrodisiac in my bite.” He kissed her neck. “You taste wonderful, by the way.”

“
That’s what happened?” She shook her head a little. “I wish I could return the favor.”

Nial chuckled. “You have already.”

That was not the last time Nial reached for her that night and Winter finally understood his warning about letting him know when she was sleepy. He was indefatigable—literally.

Winter felt no inclination to sleep and couldn’t seem to get enough of Nial. Every time they climaxed she thought that perhaps this time she would be able to let him go, but would find herself reaching for him again. She kept adjusting her body, making it adapt and heal to cope with the petty abuses of great sex.

At one point Nial lifted her onto the wide leather sofa, so that she was on her knees facing the back of it. He patted her ass. “There’s one place I haven’t taken you yet.”

Winter looked over her shoulder at him. “I haven’t…I don’t…I mean…”

Nial raised a brow. “Really?”

“
I’ve tried,” she admitted. “The idea is—well, it’s appealing.”

Nial grinned. “You’re blushing.” He stroked her rear cheek slowly. “You’ve tried, but clearly you have not had a gentle partner who knew what he was doing. It can be the most delightful sensation.” He leaned over her and dropped his voice so it was a low caress. “I speak from experience.” His lips seared the back of her shoulder and she shuddered. His fingers caressed her anus, a featherweight touch, but even so she bucked at the sharp pleasure that bolted through her and made her clit and pussy bloom.

“
Say yes,” Nial murmured and gently pressed his finger against the ring of muscle, just as she had done to him earlier.

Winter gasped. “Yes!” she said breathlessly.

“
Dilecta
,” Nial said in a warm, approving tone.

NIAL MOVED TO the table at the end of the couch, opened the drawer there and removed a tube Winter recognized not by its label, but by intent. Lubricant.

She shivered.

He squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers.

“
You make it look so…matter-of-fact,” she said, her cheeks burning.

“
This?” Nial held up his fingers. “Ah! You are very much new to this, aren’t you?” He smiled. “Yes, it can be prosaic and a mood killer. Or not.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’d hold the back of the sofa if I were you. You’ll need the support by the time I’m done with you.”

Winter’s heart leapt. She grabbed the back of the sofa, her adrenaline rushing. This time, she didn’t interfere with the flow of it, but immersed herself in the buzz.

Nial’s hand began to explore her cleft, stroking every inch, caressing every cranny. He spent long moments circling and tugging at her clit, making it swell for him, teasing it to a hard nub. He pushed four, five, perhaps six fingers inside her pussy, and stroked the hard knot of nerves that made her tremble and moan. She lost track of the fact that he was spreading lubricant as he was teasing her. She simply clung to the sofa as his fingers reduced her to a panting, desperate heap of jellied muscles.

He stroked around her anus, a continuation of the endless teasing he had already administered and the touch of his fingers made her push back against him.

“
Mmm…” he murmured. Then he slid a finger inside her.

Winter gasped. It really was a sweet sensation. Utterly unlike having someone or something in her pussy. Nial was pushing against the edges of her opening, stretching it. And it was uncomfortable, but never quite painful. It was almost like he knew exactly how much stretching would constitute pain, and stopped just short of it.

An experienced partner
….

He slid a second finger inside her and she clenched the sofa tightly, gasping. The sensation was beyond just simply being sweet now. She wanted more.

“
More,” she breathed.

“
Not yet,” Nial told her. “You’re not ready.” His fingers were working her, stretching her with the greatest of delicacy.

Winter was shaking. “Now,” she demanded, her voice hoarse.

“
Wanton,” he breathed. He pressed his fingers against her, stretching her again. “Relax, let me in, Winter.”

And then she realized it wasn’t his fingers pushing against her, but his cock.

Her excitement spiked hard.

“
Breathe, Winter,” he told her. “Relax.”

She realized that she had braced herself and consciously relaxed her body, opening herself up. Nial thrust into her a fraction of an inch at a time, letting her get used to the feel of his girth, adjusting to him. As he eased himself in, Nial gently stroked her clit and pussy entrance.

It was exquisite. Winter dug her fingers into the back of the sofa, moaning.

Nial’s touched the back of her shoulder. “You are like a fist around me,
dilecta
. Hot and tight.”

Winter could barely speak. “I had…no idea…”

She heard his low, breezy laugh. “You have been denying yourself all this time,
coniunx
. Ah, the pleasures I can give you…”

She rippled from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. “Finish me now first, Nial, please.”

“
If you do not finish me first. You are very tight. Virgin.” He sighed. “A delight.” He eased himself from her slowly.

“
God, Nial, not that killer pace of yours again,” she said, with a moan. “Please, I don’t have the stamina for that!”

He smoothed his hand over her ass. “Trust me, you do not have the experience for anything too much faster.”

“
Please, just fuck me, Nial,” she begged.

“
Salvum
me di
,” he muttered. His hands gripped her hips. “As the lady requests.” He pushed into her. Harder. Faster.

There was a tiny amount of discomfort. But that was all. Winter threw her head back and revelled in the new sensations. She dropped a hand down to her clit and began to massage the swollen organ, bringing herself to the massive climax building in her.

“
Oh, Nial, oh sweet lord!” she gasp as it hit.