Page 67 of Don't Bite the Botanist
As the pressure grew higher, she flung herself back up to lay forward on his chest. She brought Ethan’s mouth to hers, nipping lightly at his bottom lip before kissing him, and the feeling of his hand sliding down to rub against her clit broke her.
The scream that exploded from her when the orgasm hit was so loud she could only imagine she was pushing the room’s soundproofing past its limit. Not that she cared. She wasn’t in the compound anymore. She was in some alternate universe where she was fucking her mate into oblivion.
Just as her release began to fade and she fell back to reality, Ethan bucked his hips up into her with a sharp snap and erupted. The roar he let out was just as loud, if not louder, as he painted her insides with a glorious heat.
Soundproof? Yes.
Vampire orgasm proof? Probably not.
She collapsed against his chest, not even caring how sweaty they were. All she could smell was their mingling scents. Bubblegum and vanilla. Together, they created the aroma that had teased her for the past three hundred years, hinting at the perfection waiting for her if she just held on. Not that any ice cream would ever be as sinfully delicious as her mate.
And she planned to feast on him for the rest of her undead life.
“Please tell me this is not going to be a thing,” Baylin grumbled shortly after Tressa landed back in the chair beside him.
She and Ethan had gone another three rounds after the first one. ‘Scientific research,’ he’d said. Told her he needed to test how many times he could orgasm now that he was a vampire. The refractory period was still a thing, but she would never forget the look of joy on his face when he realized it was barely a minute or two now.
He was still adjusting to his body, though, so he eventually passed out from sheer exhaustion after a short but awkward lesson on how to consume blood from a bag. She’d let him sleep, not wanting to spoil the real surprise waiting for him. He would soon find out that once he was strong enough, they could fuck for days without stopping. Well, as long as they had plenty of blood and water, anyway.
She blushed at the idea of taking Ethan away from the compound for a few weeks. Just the two of them, alone, maybe on a private island. She’d never asked, but Marquin probably owned one somewhere. He had dozens of mansions scattered across the globe and more than one castle. Why not an island?
“What are you talking about?” she asked Baylin, pleased to see it was a Rockstar in his hand, and his words no longer sounded like he was in an episode of Peaky Blinders.
The glare on his face, however, was a disappointing change from his normal jovial attitude. “You coming in here reeking of sex.”
“Hey! I showered,” she protested.
“Not enough.”
In all fairness, she had joined Ethan in his shower and not gone to her own, meaning she hadn’t used the extra-strength antiseptic soap that was needed when you lived in a house of vampires that could smelleverything.
“Sorry,” she said, blushing. “I’ll go shower again.”
Baylin waved a hand. “Don’t bother. My nose has already suffered. Damage done.”
“Then I guess that makes us even since that noise you call music is destroying my hearing.”
Baylin rolled his eyes but reached over to his speakers to turn the heavy metal down slightly. It was still a low-level assault—most things were when you had supernatural hearing—but he told her once that was why he liked it. The screaming music drowned everything else out so he could focus.
“Happy now?” he asked. “Wouldn’t want to upset your fragile vampire senses. What with you being such a delicate flower and all.”
“Funny,” she drolled.
“Not lately,” he muttered before running a hand through his thick auburn hair. “So what’s up?” he asked. “The minute you stepped out of his room, the whole cadre became more than aware that you and Ethan patched things up. I doubt you came to gloat, though.”
“I would never,” she said, feigning shock.
He rolled his eyes and took another chug of his drink. “What brings you in, then?”
She propped her bare feet up on the table holding his monitors. “Can’t I stop by and see my favorite cousin?”
He promptly knocked her feet off the table. “You can, but Saiden’s on a date with Cora.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” She gave him an unamused look. “But seriously, Bay. I’m a little worried about you. Now that Ethan and I are good to go, I wanted to check in. He’s resting for a bit, so I have some time to chat if you want.”
Baylin downed the last of his drink, crumpled the can, then banked it off the back wall to land in the trash bin with ease. “So how is the plant boy?”
Tressa grinned. “Oh, he’s amazing.”
