Hell’s Consort

He licked away every drop, completely uninhibited, and it was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.

"Delicious," he muttered, briefly closing his eyes and savoring.

He'd sensed the emotions pulsing off her and they had short-circuited his brain, causing great waves of arousal to sweep through him. Dark, carnal, and consuming.

The Blood Beast had recovered and he was hard as a rock again.

Exquisite, he thought. A trickle of crimson slid down her chin and her lips were red and dewy. He traced a fingertip over the seam of his lips, and her entranced gaze followed the movement.

The High Priestess' lips even puckered, suddenly wanting to press into his.

Her eyes no longer glowed, but her skin was so rosy it was like the petal of a rose. The High Priestess smelled like the sweetest flower.

"I want to do that again. I want to see your face as you reached orgasm." He growled low in his throat, pulled from her, and straightened. This time, he had fully removed his pants and kicked them off, leaving his body as bare as hers.

Impatiently, the Blood Beast bunched the hem of her dress and tugged upward, her silver hair falling around her in tangles as the material left her.

Then she was naked, his gaze drinking her in as his pupils dilated. His fingers inched up her naked thighs and spread her for his view. "Wet," he praised. "Pretty."

He sighed, making sure the warmth of his breath trickled down the base of her throat, to the valley of her breasts down to the soft flesh below her stomach.

Whether she allowed much more intimacy, he would not allow his mate to leave without his scent. His mark would be imprinted on her every cell, and she would think of him every time she breathed.

The Blood Beast knelt on the ground and parted one long leg to hang on his left shoulder to gain more access. His head was between her thighs as he tasted, licked, and ate her.

She cried out, arching her back as her quim's wetness swiped his handsome face. With both of her legs quivering with pleasure, she reached back as she fisted his hair, holding him down.

The Blood Beast continued to lick, suck and nibble at her. He kneaded her breasts, attacking her from every angle.

"Oh, Goddess," Luna gasped when his wicked tongue flicked and circled in a naughty rhythm she'd never before experienced.

Then he did that thing with his tongue again, sinking it as deep inside her as it could go. His teeth scraped at her clitoris and she groaned at the heady pleasure.

He inserted a finger as he stretched her, his tongue dancing over her. Her nipples were hard and straining.

Goddess, so good. She wanted his mouth on her breasts, too. She wanted his mouth everywhere at once. His hands enjoyed her some more, playing her like she was some kind of an instrument.

"Come for me." He murmured, his deep voice tickling her.

"Please—I can't. Take it. Anymore."

He growled low in his throat, once more bringing her focus to his face. "Don't look away from me. Understand?"

This time she nodded.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. " Luna chanted as she squirmed.

She gritted his teeth against the bliss, determined not to come like this again. It was proven to be a difficult task since she instinctively arched up to meet the thrust of his long, dexterous fingers and the way his tongue moved inside her.

She was almost finally doing something he had commanded her to do.

Helpless to do otherwise, Luna climaxed as pinpricks of white lightning exploded behind her eyelids. Every muscle in her body clenched and unclenched on her bones. It was the second orgasm she had and it was pain and paradise. Pure, perfect, and shattering.

Her desire glistened around his mouth. As she watched, he swiped his tongue over his lips, licking at the essence of her. His eyes closed, his mouth lifting in a half-smile as though he savored the taste again.

"You look beautiful when you come, amare." His words were as electrifying as a caress, and she found herself drowning in him.

Her fangs elongated and she was craving his blood, making her a slave of the Blood Beast dependent on his elixir for survival. She had already taken a lot and Luna shouldn't take more or she would be in trouble. She would become a rogue vampire with blood addiction.

Control. She needed control.

"Hear footsteps." The Blood Beast snarled, his breath hot against her creaming folds.

That got her attention.

Yelping, she jerked away from him, separating their bodies. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Luna peeked down the hall. It was empty but she had sensed their arrival.

Luna shakily wore her torn clothes that kept on falling from her shoulders as she blushed at the wetness between her legs.

"I don't care. They see what they see. I owned this goddamn castle." More leisurely, The Blood Beast bent over to pick up his pants from the floor and fastened them to his waist.

It was the Vampire King, the Archdemon's Host. But right now, the fact didn't make any difference since they shared the same body. Luna did not incline to correct him at the moment.

She just wanted to cum.

It was a wonderful experience as a virgin and he had accomplished the task even if his erection was still swollen and long that it reached over his navel. His stomach was so deliciously corded with muscle and her mouth watered.

The Blood Beast remained in front of her, blocking her from anyone's view as a group of vampire soldiers rounded a corner.

It was time to fulfill her end of the bargain.

Since the Blood Beast had already fed from his mate, it was time to bring the Vampire King back and fix this hellhole she had gotten into. "Et abierunt, Ravin."