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4. Other Firsts
Kelly's knees went weak as soon as she felt him break the skin on the inside edge of her lip. How many times had someone made her bleed? She'd lost count. This was the first time she liked it. She added that to the knot of confusing and conflicting emotions that was growing in her chest. His tongue dipped into her mouth, just long enough to tantalize her.
"Mine." His voice and the implications of the word sent shivers down her spine.
His tongue entered her mouth again, as if proving ownership of this part of her body anyway. She stroked it lightly with hers, feeling its rougher texture and drawing something between a growl and a purr from deep in his chest. She started to tremble. He released her hair, pulled the blanket from her shoulders and picked her up faster than Kelly could respond. She wrapped her legs around his waist. As soon as she did she could feel how hard he was, how large he felt against her. Fear started to overwhelm arousal and confusion.
He moved quickly through the house, his claws slicing through the shirt she was wearing. They grazed her skin just hard enough to trail stinging fire over her shoulders and back. She shifted first to the left, then to the right. He chuckled darkly.
"Think you're getting away from me, frail?" His voice was a low purr next to her ear. He drew one claw down the middle of her back from the nape of her neck to the waistband of her panties. Her whole body contracted, her legs tightened around him. Kelly buried her face against the side of his neck. She tried to bite back the whimpers and panic that threatened to erupt in tears and struggles, despite the arousal that was making her whole body ache for him in a way she hadn't experienced before.
"I can't-"
"Can't what, frail? Can't help gettin' wet for me?"
She heard a door open and a dim light came on. He tore through one side of her panties. The pain of his claws raking over her skin served to focus her mind again. He set her down on his bed and she scampered back, holding the intact shirt front over her body. He advanced on her slowly on his hands and knees, his wide shoulders rolling like a predator's.
He was grinning, his fangs clearly visible. Kelly found herself almost out of space on the bed. Her head was spinning. She was fighting tears, fighting panic and fighting her own desire to have his hands and mouth on her everywhere. It was all too much to process at once.
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Shit! This wasn't going how he'd planned. He'd waited long enough to bring her to his bed because he'd never fucked a frail in his own bed before. They'd all been disposable before this. Just outlets for his lust for sex or blood or both. She was different. She wasn't just a victim, she was his. Only now he could see her retreating into herself and he had no fucking idea how to stop it.
He couldn't reassure her. What the fuck would he say? 'I'm not gonna gut you, like I have a thousand others.' 'I promise not to shatter any bones or rupture any internal organs.' 'You'll wake up in the morning.' Real fucking reassuring.
He couldn't even promise not to hurt her because every time he'd caught her skin and sliced through it, he'd smelled the spike in her arousal. The smell of her blood and how she moved against him had made him so fucking hard it was painful. He wanted her to be as willing as she smelled and with her hiding inside herself that wasn't going to happen.
He pulled his shirt off, then grasped her ankle carefully, like he did when she was dreaming. A tremor went through her body. When she started to calm, he moved his hand up her leg as he moved around behind her. Her back was covered in fine, crisscrossing red lines. Half would be gone by tomorrow. Some would take a day. Several by her shoulders were deeper than he intended and blood had started to trickle down her back. He started licking the wounds gently.
He expected her to cringe or beg him to stop. Instead she rested hesitantly against him. He could smell her fear dissipating. When had that ever happened before? He put his arm in front of her, giving her something to lean into.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft, if his hearing hadn't been so keen, he would have missed it. As it was, he had no fucking idea what she meant. He grunted a little, hoping she would go on without him having to ask a question. "I've never done this before and I got really scared when....I got really scared and confused."
He shifted her body so that he could get to the other shoulder. She complied easily. As calm spread through her, her scent sweetened again. Her neck was stretched, presented to him. He nipped softly, drawing fresh blood and then soothing the wound with his lips and tongue. Her arousal wafted to his sensitive nose. He bit into the muscle where her neck joined her shoulder - a little harder this time - because she was just too fucking good to resist. The fear came back, but it was the kind that seasoned her scent with that much more excitement.
"You like that, don't you frail?" He tugged at the piece of ruined shirt she was holding over herself. At first, she held on tightly. A low growl made her give it up. She kept her arms over her breasts and her legs drawn up and crossed. One large hand made its way under her arms to cup her breast, then pinch the nipple roughly. That got another little swallowed whimper. "You answer me when I ask a question."
"Yes." She was squirming. He hadn't eased the pressure on her nipple. Her hand was on his wrist, her short fingernails digging in. "Please, let go."
He started to massage that firm bud of sensitive flesh. She bit back another moan. He knew she liked it from the scent that grew heavier in the air by the minute. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream for me tonight."
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Kelly had no doubt that he would do just that. The prospect terrified her and electrified her at the same time. She turned and planted a soft kiss on his shoulder, because it was all she could reach. He looked down at her, one razor sharp talon teased her nipple with just enough pressure to make her tremble. His lips feathered lightly over hers before becoming more demanding and possessive. Kelly was almost accustomed to it by now. She turned to face him a little more, her tongue stroking his.
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her back into the bed. Kelly whimpered against his mouth, but her body arched up to his. Her eyes were closed, her head arched back and turned away, baring her throat, hoping he would give the left side of her neck the same treatment as the right side. He growled and obliged with a gusto that brought tears to her eyes. She struggled against him for a moment, half wanting to get away, half wanting to pull him closer. He held her fast though, then moved down her body. One broad thigh pressed between hers, opening them so his body could settle between them.
It seemed like he stared at her for an eternity before he started to tease her nipples with the flat of his tongue. Kelly didn't even try to hold back a moan when he started to nip and suck firmly. By the time he moved across the valley between her breasts, Kelly was completely lost in the sensations he was drawing from her body. She could feel a tension beginning to build in her lower tummy. Each gentle lick or rough bite only served to build that tension higher. If he had asked, Kelly had no idea which she liked better.
He chuckled and moved down lower, placing sucking kisses and firmer nips on her tummy. He licked her navel and gave her a warning look before letting go of her hands. He grasped her legs behind her knees, pushing them back and open, revealing her. Kelly blushed and started to struggle. Talons bit into her thighs, stopping her.
