Page 36 of Oklahoma Storms
“Aw, look at you. So needy for me.” She kisses down my shaft, then flattens her tongue along the dip my hips create. “Mmm, I love these.” She makes her way to the other one. “They remind me of signs pointing to what I want most.” She peers up at me with those big brown eyes, blinking at me with no trace of the innocence I can sense that is there.
“Oh, fuck. Ah, fucking hell, Beloved. Please, I need to feel you.” I press my head against the wall, needing some support for how weak my legs are, dreaming of her teasing me like this. “What do you want most? I need to know so fucking bad, please,” I beg, willing to go as low as fucking possible in order to get what I want.
For a quick second, she sucks my tip between her lips, and I shout as she pops free.“Your cock. I love how it slightly leans to the right. I bet it would hit every spot inside me, or are you a selfish lover?”
I grip her hair, yanking her head back, and allow the vampire to redden my eyes. My fangs flash in warning. “I’ll show you how selfless I am when I have you coming on my cock multiple times before I spill every fucking drop inside you. Marking you.Claiming you. Owning you. I am only selfish when it comes to your love and selfless when it comes to your body.”
She swallows me to the root, gagging and coughing, the flex of her throat gripping me. She hums, stroking with her hand what she can fit into her mouth.
I fuck my fist faster in tandem with how she sucks me down in my dream.
“That’s it. Fuck,” I moan, tilting my head back.
I rub my hand down her back, then wrap her hair around my wrist like I’ve always wanted.
She tugs at my sack, squeezing the orbs with the perfect amount of firmness that has me growling.
The glass of the shower door shakes, warning me I’m close to losing control.
“Oh, fuck. Oh. fuck. Nariko, I’m close. Beloved. Sugar. I’m…I’m going…I’m…You…” I lose my train of thought as come floods her mouth.
And I’m reminded she isn’t here when I open my eyes and watch my seed that belongs inside her, run down the drain.
While my imagination runs wild, reality is a lot different.
I have a lot of work to do before I have the privilege of seeing her on her knees.
The pleasure is short-lived when a massive wave of sorrow and fear hits me. Something deep and profound. As if I’m experiencing someone else’s emotions.
Nariko.
“Oklahoma!” Jazz bursts into the bathroom, loud and panicked. His fear has me slipping and flinging my arms out to catch myself before I fall.
“What the fuck, Jazz! Now, is not the time!” I sneer.
My cock is still half-hard. My heart is still racing from the dream of her.
“A tornado hit a town over, and it demolished the motel Nariko is staying in. I checked all the Dust Bunnies social media platforms, and no one has given an update.”
She is who I feel, scared and living within my heart.
The pain I felt? Gone.
The thirst? Vanished.
Nothing matters but her.
I’m a blur getting dressed, and I’m out the door, Jazz right behind me.
“Westin and I will follow you. Go. We will be there with the truck and supplies to help the town.”
I’m gone without a reply.
I’d feel it if my fated mate died, wouldn’t I? No, no, it can’t end like this.
We can’t end like this.
I gasp myself awake; the air holds something eerie and dangerous. An ominous quiet. A nightmare waiting to attack. Sirens ring outside, and I’m out of bed with nothing but my towel on, yanking the curtains open.
