Blood Flows Deep in the Empire (24 page)

Fuck, the way she sounded . . .

“I’m so fucking close.” She whimpered, rising up on her elbows. Their eyes met as he sucked on her clit. “Oh God. The way you look . . .
uh,
Dyletri .”

He lifted his lips for just a second. “Come with me, baby. You’re about to make me come so hard. Come with me.”

“But . . . oh,
fuck.
I want to feel you, please!”

“You will, baby girl. You will.” He slid his middle finger gently into her and groaned deep in his chest as her walls almost painfully squeezed his finger. “So tight. So good. Come with me like this. I need to taste you.”

Ismini tensed as he lowered his mouth to her once more and licked. He rolled his tongue and slid his finger in and out of her.

He looked up at her, holding her stare.
You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.

His hips thrust against the floor in time with the motion of her hips. He wanted to demand again that she come with him, but he didn’t have to. Ismini grabbed the back of his head and pressed down, shamelessly fucking his face and finger until his name left her lips on a scream. He almost choked as the sound slammed into him, along with the roar of her heart.

The girl’s clit pulsated in his mouth, her taste devastating him and sending him headlong into a massive orgasm. Surge after surge of pleasure ripped through his cells for the first time in millennia, and he nearly bit off his tongue from the intensity of it.

He’d fucking forgotten what it was like, the motherfucking euphoria. His cock jerked and cum shot into his jeans. Somehow, even in the midst of his orgasm, he regained enough coherence to dematerialize them. His still-hard, still-climaxing cock slammed against the temple floor, but he couldn’t even bring himself to grab it. He wouldn’t let go of Ismini for a fucking second.

The girl had made him come without touching him. From just eating her.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he said, almost whimpering as his lips worked at her.

His body was weak from the force that had just ripped through him, but he was primed and more than ready to go again. Ready to claim her. Dyletri removed his finger from her and replaced it with his tongue. His body was on fire, needy for her as her walls shivered around him.

“Dyletri . . . I need more . . . you . . . I need you,” Ismini pleaded, her voice high and ravenous.

He let his mouth fall open, breathing heavily against her clit, and used his bottom lip to tease her as he spoke.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you. Say it, baby. Say you want my cock.”

He sent another surge of his power through her, causing the walls around them to shake.

She yelped, fighting his hold. “Give it to me. I need it . . . God, just . . . I feel so empty. I need your cock.”

He reared up and snarled, lips pulled back. Crawling over her, he caught his reflection in her too-wide pupils. Shocks of power thrummed visibly through every vein on his body, and his eyes had gone completely black.

Any other human would have thought he looked like a monster. Ismini, however, wrapped her arms around him, spread her legs, and demanded more with every inch of her body.

A wave of need hit him, so acute he almost fell over her. He had to catch himself on the stair next to her head, and the moment his skin made contact with it, the energy coursing through the walls went from transparent to fully visible. Blue and white light exploded out of his body and merged with almost everything around him until the damned place resembled a nightclub.

Ismini gasped and looked at Dyletri for an explanation, but he’d never seen anything like it before, either.

Then again, he’d never been in his temple while having sex.

Once he had his balance, Dyletri reached between them and grabbed his throbbing cock. Ismini’s eyes followed his hand. A tiny sound left her—a cross between a moan and something else he couldn’t quite define but something that made him want to come again. His balls had drawn up tight, and it felt like one wrong move of his hand and he would explode all over her.

The thought burned his synapses as he imagined his cum covering her. Marking her. Definitely something to explore for another time, because he was going to snap and hurt her, powers or not, if he didn’t get inside her right then
.

We’re going to hurt her anyway.

And damn if the thought didn’t make him clench his jaw as he fought to remain somewhat rational.

Ismini cupped his cheek, urging him down and kissing him. Dyletri growled into their kiss and refused to close his eyes. He needed to see her as he leaned forward and pressed his cock where it was meant to be.

Ending their kiss, he leaned his forehead on hers and gritted his teeth. He tried to fight back the need to slam himself home.

Ismini pressed wet lips against him. She rotated her hips and made him moan as a wave of her scent drifted up to him. “I’m ready.”

Dyletri dug his fingers into the marble beneath them. “Hold on. I—I don’t know how gentle I can be.”

The girl had the nerve to bite him hard on his jaw. “Fuck gentle. Just take me.”

He cried out, his hips flexing so that the tip of his cock pressed in just enough for him to get a taste. It was devastating. Dyletri let go of his dick and grabbed her hip. He thought he may have managed to apologize once before her heat took control of everything.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Do it. I can take it. Make me yours.”

Not even his soul was spared. Her pain didn’t matter anymore.

Desire burned him, and he surged forward, not stopping until he felt her give.

“Oh God!”

She screamed, her body bowing as she gasped and tensed. Her nails almost broke through his skin, and he knew it was because of her powers. Powers that vibrated inside her as they coursed through her walls.

Through the haze, he managed to focus on what was happening down below. His cock was only an inch in, and the way it looked was ridiculous, mind-boggling. She was too tiny for him, yet her skin was stretching to accommodate him. His heart literally stopped before roaring to life with a vengeance.

The girl was born human, but the way she felt was otherworldly. Painful and perfect. Too good. Too tight. A part of him was actually worried for his cock’s wellbeing—not that it cared. It throbbed inside her, savoring up every wet, trembling inch until the need to move overpowered him. He let go of the step and wrapped his arms around her.

He had to calm down, damn it. Not that she was making it easy with her tight cunt sucking on him. His dick jerked powerfully inside her, trying to push deeper than it already was.

“Dyletri,” Ismini whispered, exhaling a shuddering breath.

He kissed her cheek, his chest vibrating. “Tell me you’re okay. By the Gods, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re so big,” she breathed, her voice awed.

Not. Helping.

He let out an agonized groan that might have been another apology. One of her soft hands ran up the back of his head and slid lovingly into his hair.

Her hips undulated under him, dragging him deeper. “It doesn’t hurt that much. Oh God, no. You . . . you’re vibrating.”

Air crashed into his vocal cords, choking the ever living crap out of him. Every muscle coiled. She moved and, her pussy slid up his cock. Something help him, she was
bleeding.

“Fuuuccckkkk . . .”

“Dylteri!” She cried out, and a half-moan, half-gasp escaped her as he slid in the rest of the way.

He was gone. Ripped out of his body and thrown right back into the
Illion.
Raw ecstasy stripped his senses, superimposing itself on every bit of his reasoning. With a feral groan, he slid out of her before slamming back in.

“
Ungh
.” Ismini cried out, her body tensing.

“You’re perfect,” Dyletri panted, thrusting into her harder than he should have. She didn’t seem to be in any pain, though. She took every stroke. Every punishing thrust. All of it.

He grabbed the back of her head and held her still. He rotated his hips, and the way she squeezed him almost made him come undone.

“So wet. So fucking tight.
Mmm . . .
fuck. Take it, baby. Look at you. So sexy.” Dyletri rambled on, voicing the pleasure she gave him. “Tell me. Tell me how I’m making you feel,” he commanded, pressing deep and rotating his hips again.

Ismini tensed and choked, her eyes clenching shut as his pelvis hit her clit repeatedly. She was so hot like that, so lost in her abandonment. “I . . . can’t . . . oh fuck . . . too . . . Dyletri . . .
oh baby
.”

Her quivering legs snapped around him tight. Hot. Every inch of her roared with heat.

His body soaked it up, starving for everything that was her. Her body. Her energy. Her blood. Her fucking soul. It was all going to be his. After today, he could exist no other way.

“Tell me,” he said, using the hold on the back of her head to lift her up.

Dyletri leaned back on his legs and took Ismini with him. She gasped when she found herself on his lap. Looking between them, he bit his lip, lowered her back down and slid her back up, watching her body take every inch of him. Watching how wet she left him. He saw the streak of blood she left on his cock. It was too much. He slammed into her as his mind raced with thoughts he’d never had for a woman before.

Her feet slapped against the floor behind him. She used it to brace herself as she took control and rode him in a way that had his head dropping back and his soul trying to escape his body. The energy he consisted of pushed its way out and slammed violently into the walls. His muscles shook, damn close to a seizure right then.

“Amazing,” Ismini gasped, arms wrapped around his neck and ran her lips up his pounding artery. “You’re like a fucking . . . fuck . . . you really are like a live wire. I feel you. More, please. Baby, more.”

Dyletri grabbed viciously on to her hips. Sounds that bordered on pathetic left him as he used his hold to spear her. Hard, fast. He let his powers rise until the entire temple seemed on the verge of coming down around them.

“Holy shit!”

Ismini’s body tightened and gushed. He looked between them and became fixated on the sight of his glistening cock being swallowed whole over and over again. The way her fluids coated him, her—

Fuck. Her blood.

His fangs extended so fast they pierced through his bottom lip. He flipped over, landing on his back with Ismini on top of him. He quickly forced her to sit up so he wouldn’t be so tempted to bite her.

“Ride me. Ride me like this,” he said, playing with one of her nipples. He ran the tip of his finger across it, and Ismini jerked on top of him.

If Dyletri thought the position would alleviate his need to bite into her, he was fucking wrong. He now knew exactly what his body was demanding, what it wanted. And it was her. For the first time in his two million-year existence, he wanted to shove his soul at someone and have them shackle it. In return, he wanted to shackle her, and it was going to be hard to give her a choice in the matter.

Dyletri didn’t realize he’d bitten right through his lip until he heard Ismini gasp.

“Oh. God.”

Ismini’s voice sounded off. There was an edge of panic behind it. Dyletri froze. Ismini froze. Her pussy and his cock didn’t, and they continued to throb together even as she trembled and looked down at him mouth with wide, delirious eyes.

“You—you’re bleeding,” she said, gasping as her body shook uncontrollably on top of his.

The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable. He trembled, thrusting shallowly as he watched her lean down. His mouth fell open from sheer hunger, but it was Ismini who began to feast. She licked the single drop of blood that had slid down the side of his chin.

A sonic wave of energy shot out of him, thundering all over the temple. Their mutual shudders intertwined as she continued licking, not stopping until her tongue was inside his mouth.

Dyletri jerked inside her, feeling her wetness slide down his cock until it dripped down onto his balls. Ismini moaned languidly into his mouth, her tongue lapping at his, her lips sucking. She fucking bit him so she could get at more of his blood.

He thrust wildly into her as she sucked his bottom lip. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come.”

Ismini hummed, eyes closed as she pulled back, taking his lip with her before letting it go. There was no way the girl knew what she was doing. What it meant. Except then she leaned back, her back arching, and he saw it. He fucking saw
it
. Couldn’t believe what the fuck was before his eyes.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! What? Shit!” he roared, fisting her hair and baring his teeth as his body pistoned in and out of her.

Ismini’s eyes shot open in surprise at his roughness. At the way he sped up. It wasn’t until she saw where he was staring that she realized.

He’d seen the mark on her neck.

“Ho . . . how?” Dyletri asked. He wanted to stop and ask to explain, but his body was having none of it. Hell, the question itself came out garbled because the length of his incisors.

Ismini’s hands latched around his bulging biceps, the fear in her eyes clear despite the pleasure etched on her face. “Dyletri . . . I’m sorry . . . I . . .”