Blood Stained Tranquility (17 page)

Then he stopped, right as her body was in mid-orgasm. His expression turned uncertain.

Her
expression was screaming bloody-fucking-murder. “Zeniel . . .”

“Do you want this? We can’t undo it, but do you want me?”

Her thighs seized on either side of him, and her heart wasn’t far behind. She mewled desperately, fighting his weight, arching up to him and bathing his jean-clad cock in her cum as her clit continued to pulse.

“Evesse?”

“Yes. Oh, God,
yes.
I always wanted you.”

Ah, fuck. Did she just admit that out loud?

He reared back away from her again, his hands trailing down her sides. Her dress disappeared, leaving her in her small black thong and high heels. He grabbed onto her hips, lifting her off the bed and grinding into her like he had no intention of stopping. The way he looked at her breasts was beyond hungry. His need to taste them hung thick in the air.

“I’ve dreamed of this. Of having you like this on my bed.”

Eve almost confessed that she had, in fact, dreamed of it, too. Zen spread his legs further, and arched into her in a way that set every muscle beneath his shirt on display. Even the sides of his neck tensed and released with the move.

“
Fuck.
Yes!” she cried, her back contorting and almost knocking her off the bed.

“I ache for you, Evesse. Can’t wait to slide inside you.”

“Do it. Please.”

“Not yet.” He let go of her hips, grabbing one of her breasts in each hand. “The things I want to do to these.” He pinched each of her nipples, rotating them softly. “If I told you . . .” Shaking his head, he bit his lip and latched onto them, hard.

Eve’s mouth fell open when he used the hold to keep her still so he could continue grinding into her.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, fighting to stop her eyes from rolling back.

“I want to lick them, Evesse. Bite them. Suck them. Shit, can’t help it. I want to come all over them, and mark you.”

She latched onto his shoulders with her nails and pulled. “What is wrong with you? Fuck. Can’t . . .
uh.
You can’t say that to me if you’re not going to fuck me!”

Zeniel laughed again, the sound strained. He leaned forward to press his forehead against the headboard. He didn’t stop rocking into her, and she couldn’t dredge up enough concentration to dematerialize his jeans herself.

He opened his eyes, black and red holding her captive. “Look at you. Your skin is so pink. Calling me. You want me to drink you, don’t you?”

“Do . . . it. Something. Please, okay? You have me begging. Do something.”

He slid a hand under her back, pressing it flat between her shoulder blades. She had never been more aware of the size difference between them as she was then. He lifted her up, a snarl ripping through his throat.

“I’m going to eat you,” was the only warning she got. He slid down her body, stopping at her breast and sucking her aching nipple into his mouth. She cried out, the pleasure ricocheting from her tit to her womb and back. His name left her on a low, sultry whisper; a tone she would have never recognized as her own.

“Your scent,” Zen whispered, pulling back and rubbing his lips across the tip of her nipple. He pressed his nose to the curve of her flesh, inhaling deeply. “Fucking delicious.”

His mouth opened, flashing his fangs, and then he dragged one across her breast, drawing her blood. He latched on to the wound, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed out.

Eve grasped onto his T-shirt. Fuck dematerializing it; she shredded the thing right off and scoured his back with her nails the moment his hot skin was bared. Without the shirt, she could see every mark on him, including the tribal-like design making its way down his neck, across his shoulders, and lower.

“So sexy,” she whispered, in awe of the man above her.

He stopped sucking on her, raising his head to stare at her with heavy-lidded, solid black eyes. “No. You are. And I own you.”

His thick lips were parted, coated in her blood and his saliva. Eve cupped the back of his head and pulled him to her mouth. He kept his eyes open and stared at her as she licked and sucked herself off his lips. Then, with a hiss he let his eyes close, his tongue pushing its way between her lips again. It was a heavy, dominant kiss, and never in her wildest fantasies would she have imagined that he would be such a rough kisser. He didn’t ask; he just took.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her head into the pillow. “I’m going to drink you dry. Lick you till you come all over my face. I have to.”

Oh. Oh, that sounded like heaven. It did. But she needed that pole he had going on between his legs more than she needed anything else.

He, of course, gave her no say. Just shot straight down her body. Her underwear disappeared and she gasped, tensing from shock. He didn’t give her time to be embarrassed, though. Just spread her wide and stared at her with a look she could
feel
on her lower lips.

“Holy . . . I’ve lived my whole life waiting for this.”

“Jesus.” She trembled, too on edge to look down at him. She couldn’t. Seeing him between her legs was going to send her into another orgasm, and her inner walls were sore from contracting with nothing to fill them.

“You’re ripe. So ready. Right fucking there. Look at you. So smooth.”

His words made it harder for her to keep her orgasm back. Her too swollen clit throbbed in the air between them, distending toward him. Zen hissed out a curse. Eve grabbed onto the pillow beneath her head, praying.

The choice whether to come or not was taken from her again, with just a flick of his finger. She choked, eyes flying open, locking unseeing on the ceiling.

“So beautiful. Look at you leak for me.” He caressed her entrance softly, pressing the pad of his thumb into her hymen. Feeling it. Feeling
her.
Eve twisted this way and that in vain, trying to get his finger inside her.

“Zeniel. Can’t anymore. Inside. Need something inside me.”

He slid his thumb into her, not stopping until he was knuckle deep. “Fuck.”

“
Zen
.” Eve wondered if her back was going to get stuck in an arch, but didn’t really care. Her walls clamped down around his finger, sliding hungrily around it. She begged him to move. Of course, he didn’t listen, just laid there, his thumb inside her, his breath rushing out.

She rotated her hips. Slick, wet sounds reached her. She was going to break apart if she didn’t feel more of him.
Now.
She could already see herself exploding in an energy-fueled eruption that took the entire dimension with her.

“Look at me.”

Eve shook her head, trembling so hard that her tendons were straining.

“Eve. Look. At. Me.”

“I can’t,” she whined. “You’re not moving. Need you to.”

“Look at me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Well, now. Her head practically jumped off the pillow so she could lock eyes with him.

Dear Gods, the feral smile he gave her. She was wet down to her thighs, and somehow, it was getting worse.

“You have a perfect little slit. So wet. I can taste you already.”

Eve choked.

“You’re so smooth. I just want to suck you. Bite you.”

Hair had never grown back after her change. Seeing his reaction to her slick, soft skin, made her want to fall to her knees in gratitude of that fact.

“Hungry, aren’t you?” he asked her, leaning down just enough for her to feel his breath on her pulsating clit. “I know I am.” His tongue slid out, the tip barely flicking her.

“Oh, God. Zen!” She screamed, pain lancing through her as she came again. Her feet thrashed across his back. One heel fell off her foot, hitting the floor. Then the other.

Zeniel snarled, forcing her thighs to stay open with one hand while she rode his thumb. He went in, pressing his tongue flat against her clit, swirling, pulling back, going back in and sucking her between his lips. Hot breath passed over her heated skin.

“God yes. Taste so good. So swollen. Begging to be fucked.” Zen let go of her thigh and reached down.

She knew the moment he took out his cock and fisted it. She
felt
the stab of pleasure he experienced. His tongue lapped at her, thick and slow. One twist of his wrist, and his thumb slid out of her, coming back in a hard thrust made the bed shake. He was unyielding between her legs, his eyes closed, his brow tensed. God, he was lost in her, and the sight was too much for her to handle.

“Come for me again, Evesse.” He opened his eyes and leaned back enough to rub his chin across her clit. “Cover me in it.” His shoulder and bicep flexed as he stroked his dick.

Eve shook her head, incapable of any form of speech. The sounds leaving her couldn’t even be considered human anymore. She wouldn’t survive another orgasm, but her hands shot down and latched onto his hair anyway. She pulled him to her, holding him tight so she could ride his face with her pussy.

Zen lost control, moaning desperately. The sounds vibrated along her too sensitive flesh, and she could feel that peak rising in her once more. His incisors clamped down around her clit oh so gently, barely touching it. All movement ceased for her. He dragged his teeth slowly down her flesh, just enough to draw her blood.

She let go of his head, latching onto the headboard, breaking it as she all but slammed her hips into his face.

“Coming. So hard. Zen, fuck me. Babe, fuck me hard.” The orgasm hit her with the same force as when the triplets had gone nuclear on her. This time, she loved each wave of agony.
Lived
for it. “God, yes. That’s it. Can’t wait to feel your cock.
Shit
.”

He tongued her, small, ragged moans leaving him and making her clench tighter. He didn’t look away from her, the hunger in his black eyes keeping her locked in his gaze. She was still coming when he pulled away, licking his lips.

“Oh, God. Yes . . .
Eve.
I can feel you clenching around my thumb.” He thrust into his hand, faster and faster, rocking the bed with each move. “So close. Have me right there.”

She was panting, each inhalation dragging in more of his scent, which was magnified by his lust. Her own scent rose, intertwining with his in the air.

Zen slid his thumb out of her, replacing it with his index finger. The moment he found her G-spot, he latched onto her clit again, tonguing her until tears sprang from her eyes.

He removed his finger from her, only long enough to groan, “I’m fucking coming, Eve,” then he grabbed her ass with his hand, and lifted her hips higher so he could latch onto her with his lips. The bed came off the floor before slamming down.

Zen kept going at her, sucking hard and swallowing everything she gave him while fucking his fist so fast that she could barely track the movement, even with her immortal eyes.

It was beyond pleasure; beyond pain. Her mind caved in on itself, shutting down. Her brain refused to process what she was feeling. Overloaded, she had no choice but to close her eyes. She couldn’t see, but she could hear him, still sucking at her long after both their orgasms had retreated.

How the hell was she going to survive having him?

How the hell could she stop herself when she needed him so badly?

What the hell did she have to do to get him to slam his fucking cock into her?

Damn it.

Eve opened her eyes, inhaling for the first time in what felt like forever. She could smell their orgasms in the air. The scent was so strong it felt like it was engraving itself in her nostrils. She wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without it haunting her, turning her on, and making her desperate.

She looked down at her
R’mann,
realizing that something had changed.

Zen had his forehead pressed against her hip bone, his sharp breaths jabbing her skin. He was trembling, and his fists were clenched around the sheets on either side of her thighs. Eve leaned up on her elbows. The energy coming off him now was brutal, no less violent than his arousal, but different.

An answering wave of energy went through her, power so intense that she feared she was going to black out for a bit. It seemed to be reaching out to him, trying to twine itself with his essence.

“Zen . . . Zeniel? Look at me.”

He didn’t move, just stayed the way he was, his breathing so fast that she knew it couldn’t be normal. She was immortal now too. She knew the functions of a nearly indestructible body.

Slowly, she placed her hand on the back of his head, running her fingers through his burgundy hair. “Zeniel, babe. Talk to me. What is it?”

“Noise,” he groaned, his shoulders flexing as he tensed. “So much noise. All of them . . . guilty.”

His words morphed, and she knew that she was no longer talking to just Zeniel. How she knew, she had no idea, but the knowledge made her freeze in place.

“MaMavrak?”

He tensed when he heard that name. Then, a good portion of the strain left him, although his body kept on with the shaking. He inhaled deeply before nodding once without looking up at her. Almost as if he was ashamed.

“Mavrak, it is you, isn’t it?”

His hesitant nod broke her heart. Because she knew he hadn’t been acknowledged in millennia. Zeniel was too busy holding him back and the others didn’t want to acknowledge him either. He was a part of Zeniel, as much the male that owned her as his Tranquility side, yet everyone pretended he was a separate entity. No one had spoken to him in gods knew how long.