Between the Moon and Her Night (Between Life and Death #3)

Chapter 13

Von

H er kiss was the striking of a match, setting me on fire. Even as the rain fell from the heavens, I was being burned alive as her ravenous lips moved against mine. Releasing her hands, one of mine landed beside her head, mud squishing between my fingers, while the other wove into her hair, the long strands clumped with wet earth. I held her there as my lips coaxed hers open and my tongue slid inside, weaving my black magic into her mouth, binding her to me.

I’d claim every inch of her.

And even then, it wouldn’t be enough. With her, I’d never have my fill.

Never.

My chains slid from her ankles, releasing her. At the same time, her hands moved to the hem of her tunic, eager to remove her wet, muddy clothes.

“No.” I caught her wrists, stopping her, and pulled back, sitting on my haunches.

She looked up at me with those pretty blue eyes of hers, confusion swimming inside of them. “Why are you stopping me?” she asked, frowning. “I thought you wanted this.”

“Because, Little Goddess, undressing you is my job now. And indeed—” I ran my gaze down her torso, her clothes dissolving in my wake, revealing her sensual, naked body to me. She gasped when she realized what I had done. My wind danced across her flesh, brushing over her hardened nipples, sweeping down to her sweet little sex. “—I want all of this.”

“How did you do that?” she asked, her skin pebbling with goosebumps.

“Party trick.” My gaze roamed over her supple valleys and mouthwatering peaks. She was like a piece of perfectly ripe fruit, begging to be devoured. I couldn’t wait to get my teeth in her, my cock in her . . . my cum in her.

I lifted her arms above her head, pinning them there with one hand. She regarded me with curious eyes. With my free one, I swept my fingers through the mud, coating the tips. Between the swells of her breasts, I drew one letter on her rain-slickened flesh. My hand drifted down and I painted another. And then another. And another. Until it said—

“Mine,” she read the word out loud, her chest quivering, eyes watching as I lowered my hand.

“All fucking mine,” I purred darkly, possessively, as I marked her lower abdomen with an X. “And when I’m buried deep in here, and you are screaming my name, you’ll understand that.”

“Death,” she whispered, her voice caught in her throat.

“Mmm. Just like that,” I mused as I cupped her breast, my cool rings biting into her heated skin—marking her with my massive handprint. She let out a needy little whimper, a plea for more. “But I’m going to need you to sing my praise much louder than that. I want the entire world to know who you belong to.”

I guided her face to the side as I kissed my way across her jaw, nipping at her skin, leaving little bite marks, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. She rolled her head back when I moved on to her neck, giving me the length of it, her breasts thrust up towards me—my hand still working the one. Her powerful ichor thrummed throughout her veins, begging me to bite her, to taste her, to drink from her.

Tempted to oblige, I scraped my fangs over her throat, hard enough to raise the skin. Her body went still, like a rabbit at the end of its life caught in the wolf’s iron jaw. I could hear her blood rushing through her veins, hear her heart hammering in her chest—not in fear, but in . . . anticipation.

Saliva pooled in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the spot where my teeth had just been, marking her neck as something I would return for later. Because right now, I wanted something even more than that—

I wanted to taste the sweetness I scented pooling between her legs.

I kissed and nipped her soft skin, trailing my way down to her breast. I sucked the perky, pink bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. Her soft moans urged me on, and I suckled her harder. Her hips rolled, begging for a bit of friction. In answer, I pressed one leg between hers, allowing her to rub herself on my heavily muscled thigh .

As I released her hands, I trapped her nipple between my teeth, biting down just enough to inspire a whimper between her moans. Releasing it, I suckled and licked my way down her torso until I reached her sex—the only part of her that wasn’t positively filthy at the moment.

I stole a glance at her, finding her wide eyes on me.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathy. Husky.

“I think it’s rather self-explanatory, Kitten. I’m going to eat your cunt.”

“Wait . . . what?”

“Do not tell me that you have never had your sex licked before?”

She shook her head and I had to do everything within my power not to let my jaw spring open. When one lived to be as old as I was, very little surprised me, but that did. If anything, it only served to confirm something I already knew—the God of Life was one dumb little shit.

“Right,” I said as I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. “We remedy that now.” Wasting no time, I delved between her thighs and began sucking on that sweet little ball of pleasure, nestled underneath a protective bit of flesh.

“Oh,” she rasped, her hips lifting from the ground, rolling and chasing after the rapture I was giving her. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling at it, testing the roots.

I growled in approval. I was going to teach her so many, many things.

My fingers pressed against her sex, parting her for better access. I released her swollen bud and swept my tongue along her wet little slit. Tasting her for the first time .

Fuck, she tasted divine—sweet and crisp and—

Just like an apple.

My mate tasted like a fucking apple.

I was no stranger to the nectar between a woman’s legs, but not one of them had ever tasted like this—I licked her again—tasted like they were made for me—and again—tasted like their arousal was my own personal brand of endless addiction.

A predatory growl rumbled from my chest. Pulling back, I captured her gaze as I licked her wetness from my lips, not willing to part with a single drop. “I will be the first and last to eat you like this, yes?” I wasn’t asking, but I needed to hear her say it.

“Alright,” she said, wiggling her hips for me to continue.

Alright? No. That wouldn’t do. That juicy little cunt belonged to me now.

Hand bracketing her leg, I bit her thigh and she let out a yelp. “With meaning, darling.”

“Yes, okay,” she agreed, all hot and breathy and needy.

“Good girl,” I praised, going back in, eager to drown in her nectar. I drove my long, powerful tongue into her while my fingers swirled her clit.

She threw her head back, writhing beneath me as she cried out, whimpering and moaning as the storm raged above us. Hearing her sexy little sounds made me harder than steel.

I flattened my tongue inside of her, stretching her while tasting her. I ran it along her sleek walls, branding her in the scent of my saliva. I pulled my tongue out to the tip and then I plunged back in. I did that, again and again, until she started to squirm—her body telling me she was close. I pinned her wiggling hips, locking her there, forcing her to take the pleasure I was giving while my fingers strummed her and I fucked her with my mouth.

She trembled as she came on my tongue. An animalistic growl broke from my chest as I feasted on her sweet release. I swept my tongue along her slit, licking her clean, before the rain could wash away a single drop.

Her eyelids were at half-mast, her trembling body dazed from the aftermath of her climax. Seeing her like that, drunk on pleasure—it made the beast within me purr deeply.

What I wouldn’t do to keep her like that for the rest of eternity.

My cock strained against my leathers.

I left fresh, muddy handprints on her legs as I pulled them from my shoulders and lowered them to the ground. My heat washed against her skin as I crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, driving my tongue into her mouth.

She sucked on it, a throaty mmm falling from her lips.

Pulling back, I asked her, “Do you like the taste of yourself in my mouth?”

“Yes,” she mewled, her fingers pulling lightly at my tunic. “But there’s something else I need more.”

“What is it, Kitten?” I needed to hear her say it.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” she said. Desperate.

Fire filled my veins, burning away my last tendril of restraint. I didn’t know if the New Gods put as much of an emphasis on the bond as us Old Gods did.

I didn’t even know if she knew what the bond was.

A good man would ask her if she knew. A good man would warn her that when we mated, it would weld the bond in place between us. That it would chain her to my side for the rest of her immortal life.

But I wasn’t a good man . . .

I was—yup, you guessed it—

A bastard.