Page 76 of Consort's Glory
Like every elf,Theodore knew hunger. He knew deprivation. Every elf was defined by it. They were born hungry — not simply for food, but for everything.
They came into the world grasping for their place in the hierarchy, their own territory, their own power. Their biology demanded the violence of consumption and possession.
He thought he understood that need the day the Change hit him: When his body’s chemistry tipped over into the last stage of puberty so fast, so violently, that he, like all elves, had to be contained in solitude to keep others safe from the ensuing madness. It usually lasted only a week, but that week was torture. It was seven days of gnawing hunger, rages and tears and confusion, and agony as the body adjusted to the titanic shift into adulthood.
It was nothing compared to what he felt when he touched Margot.
Theodore smoothed a trembling palm up the silky skin of her thigh. He turned his head to press his lips to a soft blue vein, his fangs sinking ever-so-gently into the fragile skin. Margot let out a quiet hiss.
“Theodore, your teeth—”
He opened his eyes to look up at her, gauging her reaction through the fringe of his lashes. Her cheeks were flushed; her penny eyes glazed. Her chest rose and feel with the quick, rapid breaths of a woman on the edge. When he scraped her skin again, her scent, already heavy in the air, bloomed with fresh desire.
Without breaking eye contact, he ran his tongue along the small surface wounds. Her skin tasted like salt and cool water and bright, electric copper — the proof of just how sharp his fangs were. Bowing to age-old instinct, Theodore closed his jaws over her inner thigh and bit down gently, careful not to puncture her delicate skin.
Above him, Margot jerked. Her spine bowed as she tossed her head back with a soft, amazed exhalation.
You’re the most beautiful being in this world, he told her, luxuriating in the mental connection that made biting her and speaking to her at the same time possible. Do you have any idea what it’s like to look at you? To taste you?
Margot shuddered. He watched, transfixed, as goosebumps erupted across her skin. With his predator’s vision, she was as clear to him in the half light as she would have been in the sun. It was a good thing, too, because Theodore would never get tired of watching her. Hundreds of years could pass and he would still feel that empty gnawing, that hunger to consume her and be consumed by her.
“Theodore, I…” Her voice was thick. His name on her lips was exquisite. It didn’t even matter to him that she didn’t call him Teddy like the rest of his family and friends did. He liked that she called him Theodore. It felt special, like she had somehow stamped the name with her mark before she said it.
Tilting her head back towards him, Margot flexed her thighs around his ears. “Theodore, I’m not sure how I feel about liking the way you bite me.”
No? He released her thigh to pepper her sensitive skin with more sharp little nips, leaving livid red marks up and down the length of both until they quivered around him. I think you know how you feel, darling.
Margot reacted perfectly to every one of his instincts. She trembled when he bit her. She went soft when he knelt for her. She clutched him hard when she worried he was about to take his hands off of her. She even scratched at him when he pushed her too far.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she had more than a little bit of elf in her.
The reminder of her swipe made his cheek burn and his cock, only briefly satisfied, stiffen. An elvish consort would have probably raked his hide a dozen times by now. Each swipe another test, another challenge. Not that he wanted an elvish woman, of course, but that little bit of controlled, instinctive violence played havoc with his screaming instincts.
The urge to pin her there with his fangs on her throat and fuck her until she couldn’t tell right from left, up from down, light from dark, was an immense, pounding urge in his mind. The pull wanted intimate skin contact — constantly. It would not be satisfied with these sweet touches, the taste of her, for long. The days of keeping himself from truly touching her were costing him dearly now.
But it was worth it.
To see the look of rapture on her face, to hear the trust in her voice, to feel the hand she raised to push his hair back from his sweaty brow — all of the suffering and savage skin hunger was worth it.
I’m going to drink my fill of you, Theodore told her as he bit his way back down her thigh and towards her slick core. I’m going to lick this delicious cunt again and again and again. Do you know why?
Margot’s fingers clenched in his hair. That little bite of pain only made him harder. “Why?”
Theodore stroked her flushed skin with the flat of his tongue, hard and slow — savoring her. Because I love the way you taste.
He felt her breath hitch. Circling the tip of his tongue around her clitoris, he told her, You know, I used to dream of you. I could never get a lock on what you looked like, but I swear in my dreams I could see and feel you.
“R-really?”
Really.
With the sharpest edge of his urgency momentarily dulled, Theodore decided he would go slower with her this time. He would savor every reaction, every taste, every sensation. He would make her come again, harder this time, and then he would take her back to their home and do it again.
Sliding his gloved hand up to cup one delicate breast, he rolled her peaked nipple between the tips of his claws. Margot gasped, her thighs clenching, and rocked her hips into his hungry mouth.
Just like that, darling, he crooned. You’re a dream come true. Look at how beautiful you are, how much you like my touch, how much you want my mouth on you.
Margot flushed from the roots of her hair to her chest. “I shouldn’t,” she gasped. “You should scare me. Why don’t your claws and your fangs scare me?”
