Nibbled by the Vamp(21)

“Griffin…”

He tightened his grip and eased her higher on his body as he lowered her head, bringing their lips together in a gentle, chaste kiss. “One day at a time, Wren. We have eternity. I don’t expect a declaration today. Not even tomorrow. But some day, your heart will open to me and I’ll be there. I want you in my bed, my life, every day, but the words of love can wait until you’re ready. Do you know that you’re the only one who sets my blood aflame? My body is cold without you to heat my blood, sweet Wren.”

Wren’s eyes filled with unshed tears and he brushed aside the first that fell. Then the second. And the third. “Oh, Griffin… I… I don’t know what to say. And move in together?”

“There’s nothing to say, little bird. And, yes, move in together. As our bond deepens, you’ll crave me as much as I crave you.”

“My heart hurts. I want to… But… And Tory…”

He stroked her back until some of the tension she carried disappeared. “Simply spend your days at my side. For my sanity and your protection.” He sighed, mind whirling with possibilities. “As for Tory, we’ll discuss the situation with Carac. He’s one of the few that could possibly Change someone successfully. The care she’d need post-transition is immense, but if both of them agree…”

His Fire’s eyes widened, sparkles of hope flaring to life in their depths and a smile gracing her features. In that moment, he realized he’d move heaven and earth, engage in any bargain, to see that happiness for the rest of his days.

“Really?”

“Yes, love. He may not agree. Hell, Tory may not want to be Changed. But it warrants a discussion.”

Wren shifted in his arms and brought their lips together in a bone scorching kiss. Her tongue lapped at his lips and he opened for her, her taste flooding his mouth. His body craved her like its next breath.

Griffin twined his tongue with hers, stroked and suckled, showing her without words what he’d like to do to her body. His cock hardened and lengthened, straining against the thin cotton pants.

His Fire wiggled and shifted, thigh easing atop his hips and she ground against him. He thrust, relishing the pressure of her body along his. She whimpered against his mouth, teeth nipping at his lips and he responded in the only way his kind knew.

Griffin bit her, sunk a single fang into the plump flesh of her lip and then lapped at the wound. Her fresh, crisp blood danced over his tongue and he could smell her musk fill the room. The more he took, the hotter she became, her arousal thick and heavy in the air.

He let his hands wander and stroke her back, reaching to cup and tease her rounded ass. Her body called to him, each curve beckoning him, urging him to touch, lick and taste her from head to toe.

Wren writhed, movements growing rougher with his every suck, every nip and lick. He scraped his tongue, opening a small wound and he was rewarded with a full body shudder. His Fire moaned deep, the sound vibrating through both their bodies when his blood flowed into her.

She became uncontrollable as she climbed atop him and pressed her body to his, knees on either side of his hips. Her hands roamed, his sweet little bird touching him everywhere at once.

His dick was rock solid now, balls drawn up tight and hard. His Fire nearly burned him as she encased him in pleasure.

“Wren.” His voice was hoarse as he forced the sound past his lips. Gods, what she did to him.

Wren smiled, a wicked tilt of her lips, and then slithered down his body, curves caressing him with every inch she traveled. He watched, transfixed, when her hands went to the waistband of his pants, tugging at the elastic and exposing his hardened cock to the room.

She lowered her head, eyes intent on him as she moved, and blew a warm gust of air across his aching member. When her red locks fell forward to stroke his cock, he immediately reached down and brushed it aside. He’d been dreaming of seeing her plump lips wrapped around his shaft and he wanted nothing obstructing his view.

Griffin kept his hand tangled in her hair, gently cupping her head as she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the droplet of cum that’d formed on the tip of his cock. The warm wetness sent a bolt of arousal up his spine, his fangs descending and pricking his lower lip as she wrenched control from him.

Her delicate hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping his dick from top to bottom and back again, twisting and tightening as she traveled over his length. He moaned, her soft touch not quite enough, merely a teasing.

Wren gripped him harder, wrapped her lips around the head and teased his slit with her talented muscle.

“Fuck. Wren.”

She giggled against him, the vibrations of her teasing sliding along his cock and centering on his balls. The pressure was building, shoving him closer to coming in her mouth and the thought of her swallowing his seed only served to stoke the fires of need even higher.