Page 20 of Claiming Starlight
It was cheating to push her this hard. But he didn’t care. He was going to own every part of her body, her mind, and her heart, keep her forever and feed on it. This girl’s light-in-the-dark glow was more than flash and sparkle. It was a steady flame he could see by. Micah would not waste his chance to keep her for himself and eat her up again and again. He’d do whatever it took and pay the price later.
“That’s good, baby. So good. That right there is mine, my innocence. No one can take that from me. I’m washing my dick clean, right here in the last of your innocence.”
She groaned in answer. One of her hands had moved to his leg when she climaxed, clenching at muscle as she held on for dear life, clawing at his skin. She didn’t even know it. He’d worked her up good, but it was his turn now.
“Your pretty pussy comes so good. I’m all wet and messy. Can you tell? Can you hear us together? Bet you think that sound is filthy. Do you feel dirty, Sophie? Want to close your legs. Do it. Give my cock a hug and a kiss with that pussy of yours. Come on.” He pressed on her thigh, impatient for her to close him up in her hot and wet.
A need for his own release burned at the base of his spine and the backs of his thighs, drawing his balls up tight. He let her keep her other hand on him, right up against the wet silk of her channel, so he could work towards his own spew against all that innocent, engorged flesh.
Her hair was everywhere, a tangled net of light trapping them. Sophie jerked, trying to free herself, but he brought his hand up under her throat, tipping her so he could take her mouth again. He said against her lips, “Close your legs tight. Feel me there, Starlight? Feel me right there.”
He moved back and forth in the warm tunnel of her thighs, held her against him, their skin sliding, and kissed her mouth, licking inside, tasting her.
Her breathing increased with every thrust, puffing oxygen and life against his mouth. Knowledge that it felt as fantastic for her as it did him spurred the burning need to spend his seed. She couldn’t move or escape his trap or his pleasure, one of her hands still holding him so that the head of his cock and the round ball of his piercing touched her just right.
Hearing her breath, he’d never been happier that he left that piece of metal in. That mark of his past was going to free them both, he knew it in his bones.
Their friction increased with every pump, holding him, squeezing him the fuck out of his mind. Back arching, he lifted her off the bed to get deeper in that channel, punching across the squeeze of her entrance, working in a frenzy until he was there. He burst, cum spurting. She caught some in her hands, but there was enough that it spilled everywhere, scalding him.
Sophie’s hips worked back against his as he slowed, captured by his frenzy and not ready to let go. Cupping his cock and cum, she bore down, and came again. Her beautiful whine turned to the growl of pleasure she’d given him before.
“Yes. That’s my baby. That’s my baby, getting some understanding. Giving it up. Giving me what I want. Have you ever felt that good before?” He asked, giving her top lip a nip, kissing her cheek, her brow. She was so short, but the kink in his neck to get her breath in his lungs was worth it.
He kept her against him, losing his hold. He’d let her pull her hair free, but she was still trying to catch her breath and figure out who she was after taking those orgasms.
He didn’t let go of her, just relaxed, tension flowing free. But he couldn’t stop touching her. Her skin was cream and shine. The scent of them together permanently stained their bodies, imprinted on his coding.
Palm over her cum-filled hand, he dipped his fingers in, spreading his spunk all over her mound, lower belly, and as far up her chest as he could go. His voice came out gruff when he said, “Mark you up. Make you dirty. Make you mine, Starlight.”
Her breathing slowed, quickened, then slowed again as she processed what had happened between them. He heard the hitch in her breath, the emotional aftermath, a second before it started. Not that he hadn’t expected it. Innocent didn’t break simple.
Sophie started to cry, sobs he could feel escaping her body in ripples. He tried to turn her, but her hands shot out, claws again, anchoring her hips to his, her legs getting tight around his softening cock.
“Come on now, baby. Just turn over. Come on.” Gathering up her hair for her as best he could, he helped his girl turn. His heart went crazy in his chest as she moved quick, then latching on to him again as if terrified he would leave. He wasn’t going anywhere.
What did it say about him that this was the fucking best part of the night? Had any woman ever done this? They wanted to be close sometimes, after, and if he was in the mood and he liked the female, he’d do it. The part of him that liked pack never overcame the sensual call of being close, even when the idea of made him sick.
But when little lost Sophie, crying her eyes out because of what he’d made her do, because of the intensity of it, sought safety and reassurance against his skin, he could have pumped his fist and shouted in triumph. She wrapped around him and dug in tight, clinging. He gave her back the embrace, squeezing her close, letting her feel the pressure and strength in his body.
It was all new to her; girl was so young. Had grown up knowing only what the vampir wanted her to know. Not known for their comfort, the vampir were a race as dead inside as they were outside. Their type of hugging was permanent, they called it thegetzer-sumarmung.The death hug was the last touch the vampir gave a victim before feeding.
There were other kinds of blood-suckers roaming earth after Apocalypse Day. Sophie, unfortunately, gained the attention of the worst of the worst. They must have scooped her up as they took the first steps to secure Old City for themselves, eating their bloody way to the top with the help of their pet sorcerers. He didn’t doubt that her parents ended up as cattle for her masters. They liked to breed servants and food in-house. Every vampir brood house had a stable, and Sophie was their stock.
He reveled in her need for reassurance and let it warm his jaded heart. It was taking advantage of her emotional state, but fuck, he felt like the big bad wolf now. This bit of fluff needed his arms, his skin, his scent at the same time as her own leaky pleasure and his seed dripped between her legs, smearing all over his once-clean sheets.
His own emotional state was not great before meeting her. He prowled his territory, hungry as a skinny sewer alligator. Life wearied him; too much energy and time spent living on the downside of bitter and soaking in old hates and betrayals. This world was different, but so much like his own that nothing was better here. Same enemies. Same regrets. Same empty three a.m.
He saw the starlike glow of her skin in the moody dark of a rainstorm and had been captivated. Pure and untainted, even if her clothes smelled like the corruption of her vampir caretakers, she was too good to be true.
Bait. She had to be bait. Five minutes in her company and he didn’t care what she was or who sent her—he had to have a taste.
Hours later, she cracked him open and gave him a reset he never could have expected. He was keeping this one.
*
In the morning, Micah showered as usual. Half-awake, he did it without thinking, but the minute he stepped out of the steam of his bathroom and saw Sophie blinking at him from a wild nest of wheat-white hair, the swollen tips of her breasts exposed above his sheets, he realized he’d washed off her scent. That wouldn’t do.
He smiled at her, giving her a wolfish curve of his lips. Blushing, she hastily looked away. But not before she’d seen his cock nudging the towel, he bet. He tossed it back in the bathroom and sat on the bed.
