The Secrets of Roan Island

23. Ruby

23

Ruby

I gasp for air, grasping Noah’s dark hair. His silky strands twist in my fingers as my focus centers on him and the beautiful sensations he’s creating inside me. Legs spread as wide as I can to accommodate his wide shoulders, his hot breath teases my thigh as he sucks part of me into part of him. And just when I think I’ve reached the peak of my climax, I climb higher, right out of my body. This is… there are no words. Only sensation.

Skin.

Teeth.

Breath.

Blood.

Movement.

Rolling, gushing, bursting pleasure.

“More,” I murmur, weak suddenly, slumping back against the table, shaking with my release.

Noah breaks the suction on my thigh and curses. I’m only half aware of him as euphoria overwhelms me.

I’m somewhere else. On some other plane of existence. I’m vaguely aware of his touch brushing across my neck and chest and thigh, of his strong arms lifting me from the table, whispering things in my ear that I can’t make sense of, but they make my stomach flutter.

He lays me down on a couch in the back of the library, and I close my eyes, unable to resist the dark rising up to meet me.

“Drink, Ruby.”

Noah’s husky voice brings me back. I blink to find him crouched next to the couch holding out a glass of water and a plate with the most delicious looking biscuits I’ve ever seen.

“You need to eat,” he says. A small smirk reveals his fangs, and he runs his tongue over the sharp points.“Especially if we’re going to do that again.”

It’s clear he has every intention of doing that again. The thought drives me to sit up and take the glass of water.

“We’re definitely going to do that again.” I don’t realize I’m thirsty until I take a sip. It tastes so refreshing, I can’t drink it fast enough and end up choking.

Noah rubs my back in a way that is far too sweet for the enigmatic and demanding man I’ve come to know. I wonder how many people have seen this side of him. The side that protected me tonight and is caring for me now.

“Go slow, Professor.” He moves away and sits in an armchair across from the couch, studying me with a frown. “I took too much.”

I take a slow sip of water, then a biscuit, glancing at him.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

His smile is sweet and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen before. His hair is sticking up at odd angles—probably from me messing it up. His shirt is wrinkled, speckled with blood, and there’s a button missing that I must have ripped off at some point. The rest of him has a relaxed quality I’ve never witnessed in him. His eyes—not black with hunger—are gentler. He’s grinning. “I like taking care of you.”

“What happened to the surly man who acted like my being here was a personal affront?” I ask with a slight tease in my voice.

“I’m more amiable when I’m fed.” He shows his fangs as he smiles. “And you, Ruby Rose, make me feel more satisfied than I’ve ever felt. You’re like bottled up bliss.”

He does look a bit blissed out.

“If I’d known offering myself up would make you like this, I’d have done it weeks ago.” I give him a shy smile. “I like the idea of being your own personal drug.” Like it far too much to be safe.

His eyes go black again, his smile curling with a dare I don’t hesitate to take.

I slip off the couch and come to my knees in front of him, crawling forward. He makes room, spreading his thighs.

His fully blacked out eyes follow me, his tongue testing one of his fangs. “What are you going to teach me now, Professor?”

Instead of words, I pull at the buttons of his shirt, loosening them one by one until I’m able to touch his skin. I reach up and lay my palms against his chest, beautiful with muscle I didn’t expect, golden from time spent in the sun. “How are you so tan?” I’d assumed he spent most of his time in his lab.

He arches a brow. “I’m a monster designed to attract prey.”

“Am I the prey?” I ask, sliding my hands down his flat stomach to the waistband of his trousers.

“Right now, I’m feeling a bit like prey.”

I smile and pop the button, eyeing the trail of hair that disappears under the fabric. No underclothes. My eyes lift to his in a silent question.

“They were…” A blush stains his cheeks. Noah Roan is blushing! It’s almost more shocking than anything else I’ve seen tonight. He swipes his thumb across my cheek before bringing it under my chin. “You do something to me, ta’ari . Something new. Something addicting.”

The kiss he gives me steals the air from my lungs. We break apart, both taking quick breaths. He lifts his hips for me as I pull his pants to his knees. His cock bursts free of the confines, and my mouth drops open. He’s beautiful everywhere.

When I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, Noah hisses, and I savor the sound. From the corner of my eye, I see his claws extend. His fingers curl, puncturing the leather upholstery. The visual evidence of my power over him spurs me on. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and my other squeezing his thigh, I take him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Deeper.”

His hand settles in my hair.

Wanting to give him as much pleasure as he gave me, I relax my jaw and take him as deep as I can. When I gag, I stop and adjust to his girth. He’s patient, not forcing me forward but stroking my head gently. I move my mouth up and down his shaft, a steady rhythm that makes his hand fist in my hair.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” Noah’s hips push against me as his other hand snatches my hand squeezing his thigh. He brings my wrist to his mouth. Pauses. Our eyes meet. I whimper and nod, begging without a word, and his fangs puncture my skin, followed by a tug of pressure as he feeds. Heat runs through my body like the zip of lightning in the sky, coiled and powerful.

I moan around Noah’s cock as my clit catches fire.

The venom.

The pulsing heat between my legs makes it difficult to focus, and I lose my rhythm on his cock.

Suddenly he’s pulling me off, pushing the chair out of the way so he can lay on his back on the floor with his head toward me. “Sit on my face while you suck my cock.”

My whole body clenches at his sordid command. When I hesitate, he grabs my thighs and tugs with a strength that delights me. I fall forward, laughing as I land with my hands on either side of his legs and my face only inches from his twitching cock. He grips my ass and pulls me down, placing his lips around my clit and sucking hard. My laughter turns into a groan of pleasure, all hesitation gone.

I palm his cock once more and take him deep again, moaning as his tongue does the things he promised. I bob up and down on his shaft, moving as he takes me apart, reciprocating, offering up my devotion to him and his pleasure. His cock lengthens and swells even more, followed by a musky sweetness that gives me warning that he’s close.

“Oh, fuck. I’m–” The sentence turns into a groan as he tenses and shoots cum down my throat.

His fangs sink into the back of my thigh, his hands manipulating my sex. I gasp at the glorious burn followed by euphoria. My body tightens as I swallow, release his cock, and cry out, screaming his name as I come.