Magic always comes with a price.
At least the humans got that much right, and unfortunately sometimes love doesn’t conquer all, though it felt like maybe that was possible tonight.
Fae music was easy to get lost to; we had been dancing for hours and I felt many of my cares fade, though the moss beneath my feet had turned black and dry.
Everyone kept their distance, but I was certain somewhere in the back of my foggy mind that my presence needed to ease. Many of them would become ill.
Giggling, I held on to him, closing my eyes, feeling incredibly dizzy as he dumped me onto the bed. The dress the Fae made as if knowing our intentions dissolved away into mist as Nicodemus ripped off his waistcoat and white shirt, buttons flying all over the room.
I laughed, still drunk on the Fae magic, as I ran my fingers down my body, teasing him.
He was on me in a flash, his mouth suckling at me, fingers diving into my core, making me moan as I bit his shoulder. He hissed with pleasure before pulling on my hair and nipping at my chin.
“You really want to finish the bonding?” Despite not wanting to ask because he was panting and dying to be within me, part of him wanted to know.
So I let my feelings flow through the bond—my fears, my desire, my love. I didn’t hold anything back, my thoughts fleeing as he kissed me, moving his fingers in an expert motion, his thumb caressing my clitoris.
My toes curled as I held on to his shoulders, hands sinking into his hair as he deepened the kiss, stroking me. In and out, bringing me higher and higher and higher.
Right when I was on the edge he stopped, making me whine and wriggle with need, his fingers still in me. “What—”
Pressing his forehead against mine, he took a shuddering breath.
“There’s no guaranteeing that you’ll have to give up your powers. Our bonding ceremony with our beloveds is very similar to a Dark One’s, only we actually have the blood of demons within us.
“The line of pure bloods is cursed by our forefathers for being what we are and mingling with humans. We’re the few that can procreate and have children.
“The only thing we have left to do is exchange blood, then I have to defend you. The last part…requires great sacrifice, but that could mean a million things.”
“Didn’t you already kind of defend me from Iona?” I asked, wrinkling my brow. He chuckled, moving his fingers once more, making me gasp as the sudden need came back in full force.
“We’re talking mortal danger, sweetling. That could take years, days, or even hours.”
“S-so sacrificing myself to become a v-v-vampire like you—” I cut off in a groan, grasping at the sheets and shaking my head. He was driving me nuts with his fingers and I couldn’t concentrate.
“You will be immortal and usually in a way, yes, you’d be like me, but not always. Are you about to cum, my love?” he murmured, skimming his mouth down my neck, his fingers becoming insistent once more.
I whimpered, trying to thrust my hips against his fingers, but his body had my lower half pinned. “Yes, please!” Begging—oh, the shame. Maybe I’d blame the Fae magic later.
Nicodemus was relentless in his assault though, his mouth covering my moans and whimpers as he pulled each shuddering orgasm from me as I clamped down on him over and over again, my core trying to milk his fingers as my desire began to drip down onto the bed.
Just as I thought I felt the last bit being rung out, he removed his fingers, plunging straight into me in one fluid motion.
Crying out, I held on to him once more, my nails biting into his flesh, making him growl out with approval, and he began to thrust into me over and over.
Moaning, I attempted to join him in this dance just as furious as the one with the Fae. My hips were rising and moving, his hand grasping my ass, angling deeper into me as my leg curled around him.
He paused only momentarily to take a nail and slice at his neck with it, the blood welling and then trickling down his neck under his ear.
“Drink,” he growled, gripping my hair and pulling my head forward.
I closed the gap without resisting, my lips covering the wound moments before his fangs sunk into my shoulder and he began to move in me once more.
His blood didn’t taste like blood though; it was like electricity buzzing over my tongue with a tart taste of cranberries.
My head spun and I felt my body convulsing as utter bliss like I had never felt before cascaded over me. I could feel his need rise, his penis pulsing painfully as my body begged him to spill within me.
Though my skin was soft and he was afraid to tear me apart, I was velvet in his hands.
I craved the little bit of roughness he had been denying me, and now that he felt my need as well, he began to let more of his vampiric desires free.
His speed picked up and he gave me a sharp slap on the ass before his nails raked down my leg wrapped around him.
This only served to make me tighter as I had to release his neck to scream. He roared as well, letting go of my shoulder as he began to shoot into me, deep within my depths.
I could feel him cumming within me, and I could feel his pleasure as he did it, the fluid coming out of his body over and over.
After we were done, I still felt him, but not in the same way as he panted, lying his head between my breasts, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
