“I…” Charlie wasn’t sure what to say. But just then Stavros shut her up by bending his head and licking her pussy in a long, slow stroke using the flat of his tongue. “Ohhhhh,” she gasped, her head falling back as his warm, wet tongue dragged over her sensitive flesh.
“Relax, Falinda,” she heard him say. “Just open your thighs and let me taste you.”
“Stav!” she moaned as he licked her again and then again. At first the strokes were broad and long, covering the entire length of her pussy slit, bathing her outer pussy with warmth. But then Stav put his big hands on her thighs and parted her with his thumbs.
“Gods, your little clit is so perfect,” he whispered hoarsely. Then he ducked his head again and sucked the throbbing pink pearl between his lips.
Charlie moaned as she felt him circling her sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. Stav was always so gentle when he did this and yet he somehow managed to convey great urgency—as though he loved her taste and couldn’t get enough.
Unable to hold still, Charlie wove her fingers through his thick, wild mane and pulled him closer, bucking her hips up shamelessly to meet his mouth.
“Stav,” she heard herself babbling. “Oh God, Stav…don’t stop…don’t stop!”
And just at that moment he stopped.
“Stav!” she wailed, opening her eyes and looking down at him. “What the—”
“I think you’re all cleaned up now.” He looked up at her, his indigo eyes teasing. His entire mouth and jaw were wet with her juices and as she watched, he slowly licked his lips as though savoring her taste.
“Stav, I swear to God, if you leave me wanting like this…What the hell are you doing?” Charlie demanded, feeling so frustrated she could almost cry. She’d been so close.
“I’m teaching you a little lesson. You’ve been thinking about how I only wanted comfort from you, not sex.”
“You heard that?” Charlie bit her lip. Their bond was still so knew she sometimes forgot that Stav could catch her private thoughts sometimes as well as the ones she sent him.
“I couldn’t help it,” he said dryly. “You think very loudly—you always have.”
“I can’t help that,” Charlie said defensively. “And anyway, you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.”
“It’s not eavesdropping to hear thoughts that are projected directly into my mind. Besides…” Stav sat up and cupped her cheek. “You should know that sex with you is a great comfort, Falinda. Making love with you, holding you in my arms and my heart at the same time…it replenishes me. It restores my soul.”
Charlie smiled.
“That’s very poetic of you, honey. It makes me feel kinda bad—I wasn’t thinking of ‘replenishing my soul’—I’m just horny. But I didn’t want to be pushy about it.”
“Be as ‘pushy’ as you want. I’ll always want you,” Stav murmured. He leaned forward and nuzzled against her breasts but this time he was definitely seeking more than comfort. Charlie moaned softly as she felt his hot breath against her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
“In that case I’ll be pushy enough to say I want you too. No, not just want you—I need you. Inside me,” Charlie told him bluntly. “I need your fangs in my throat and your cock deep in my pussy. I need it now.”
A low growl of desire rose in his throat and suddenly he was up off the floor and onto the bed with her. Before she could say another word, he had scooped her into his arms and was sitting on the edge of the bed with her straddling his lean hips.
“Stav!” she gasped breathlessly as he reached between them to push down his sleep trousers, baring his long, thick shaft.
“Charlotte,” he murmured in return. “Tell me now if you do not want this because I can’t hold back much longer.”
“I want it,” Charlie assured him, looking into his half-lidded eyes, blazing with lust. “I want it so much I’m going to scream if you don’t give it to me.”
“I’ll make you scream, all right,” Stav promised in a deep rumble. “Scream and cry and moan.”
“Please,” Charlie begged him, reaching between them for the thick shaft. She loved the feel of him in her hand—his cock was like a bar of heated steel covered in silk. “Please put it in me now—I need you.” She fitted the broad, mushroom shaped head to her entrance and spread her thighs even further.
“Gods, and I need you, Falinda. So much.” Stav groaned as he thrust up into her and she sank down to meet him at the same time.
Charlie gasped his name and dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders by reflex. A low, encouraging growl was her reward. She had learned that Stavros liked a little pain with his pleasure—possibly because Blood Kindred liked being bitten almost as much as they liked biting.
“Yes,” she heard him growl through their mental link. “Bite me, Falinda. Bite me and ride me until you come all over my shaft. And then it will be my turn to bite you…”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. Leaning down, Charlie sank her little white teeth into the strong column of his throat, latching on to the side of his neck as he thrust inside her.
Stav gasped and pulled her closer, locking arms that felt like muscular steel beams around her waist and hips. Charlie felt him surge inside her, his thick length growing even thicker as he pressed deep into her soft, velvety core.
Part of the pleasure of making love with Stavros was that he created a kind of feed-back loop between them. She could feel the sensations he was feeling—the way her inner pussy wrapped around him like a velvet glove and he could feel her pleasure as well—the way her inner walls stretched to take him and the lightning flashes of intense sensation when the blunt head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb with each thrust. This feedback ability was the only thing left of his old Curse and Charlie loved it—it made making love with him a unique and addictive experience.
“I’m addicted to you too, Falinda,” she heard him growl through their link. “Are you close, do you think? I want to fill you with my seed as I sink my fangs into your neck.”
Charlie released him and licked the small wound her even white teeth had made on the side of his throat.
“Then do it,” she said aloud, her voice husky with passion. “Come on, honey—bite me.”
His eyes flashed with need but he shook his head.
“You haven’t come yet.”
“But I’m damn close,” Charlie pointed out. “And you know the minute you bite me and inject me, I won’t be able to help it. I’ll come right along with you.”
“If you’re sure…” The need in his voice made it ragged and hoarse.
“Always sure,” Charlie assured him. She undulated her hips, rocking against him to make her point. “Bite me, sweetheart—I want you to. I want your fangs in me deep.”
As always, her assertion that she wanted his bite drove Stavros wild. For years as a Cursed One, no female of Tranq Prime, his home world, had wanted his bite. The fact that Charlie was desperate to feel his fangs in her made him incredibly hot.
“Bare your throat for me.” His voice was a deep, guttural growl. “And spread your thighs wide, Falinda. I’m going to plant my seed deep in your soft little cunt tonight. Going to fill you up with my cum.”
Charlie moaned at his dirty words. She loved when he talked like this to her—it was as much of a turn on as the way he tasted her and made love to her.
Shifting her hair out of the way, she pressed the side of her neck to his mouth and waited for his fangs.
This time Stav wasn’t quite so gentle—maybe because he knew Charlie wasn’t adverse to a little pain with her pleasure either. She moaned at the piercing sting of the double sets of razor sharp points puncturing her tender flesh. Then, as before, he began to inject her and an orgasm rolled over her, making her gasp and clench helplessly all around him.
“Gods, you’re so tight around me!” she heard him growl through their link. “Love you, Charlie—love you so much!”