Chapter 33 Thirty Three
DANIKA
Locking eyes with me, he kisses my palm. Then he presses a kiss to my knuckles. When he leans in to kiss me, I welcome him in, letting him devour me until I'm breathless. I'm dizzy from the taste of him, his delicious scent intoxicating me. He kisses his way to my neck, adjusting me until I'm facing him.
He squeezes my ass, and I moan against his lips, angling my head to deepen the kiss.
"Take it off," he finally breathes, tracing his fingers down my spine, and my heart goes into overdrive.
Swallowing hard, I ease out of bed, moving to stand by the foot of the bed.
Not looking away from him, I peel the straps off my shoulder, watching his eyes dilate. I bite my lower lip, breathless from knowing how much power I have over him.
"So beautiful, baby," he breathes, those words sending a boost of confidence into my bloodstream. I do have stretch marks on the top of my thighs. They have always been my biggest insecurities. Still, he's staring at me like I'm a goddess.
Once the material is off my body, he groans. His pupils have swallowed a great portion of his irises, his eyes so dark, he looks intoxicated.
"Your pants, Kaziel. Take it off. I want to see you," I say, and he smirks.
"Of course, your highness."
I watch with bated breath as he takes off his pants along with his boxer briefs. Then he rises to his full height. Suddenly, I can't breathe right. He's massive.
Holy moly.
An ethereal god, that's what he is.
He moves over to me and kisses my neck, pulling me flush against his body. Then he takes hold of my hand and brings it to his rock-hard dick.
"That's what you do to me, dove," he whispers in my ear, his husky voice sending heat washing over me.
"How do you want it tonight, baby? Slow and deep, or hard and fast?" He whispers, and wetness pools between my thighs.
I'm nervous and excited at the same time. So much that I feel like I'm going to combust.
"The first option sounds more romantic, considering it's my first time," I whisper, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the lips while stroking him hard. He groans thickly.
"You vixen," he growls.
Suddenly, I'm being pinned against the wall. He slides his fingers to my clit, stroking maddeningly slow.
"Please," I whimper, unsure of what I'm begging for.
He picks up his pace, and I gasp, my legs shaking as he nibbles on my neck. Just before I reach my peak, his fangs pierce into my skin, and I cry out in ecstasy, my body shaking so hard from the pleasure.
In a blink of an eye, we're on the bed, my legs spread while he kneels between them.
His eyes have turned pitch red, a pair of fangs glinting from his mouth.
I think I'm high on something, I feel drunk.
"Kaziel!" I scream as he fucks me with his tongue, stroking my clit until my juice is dripping down his chin.
"So delicious," he moans. There's no warning before his fangs sink into the inside of my thigh, two of his fingers stretching me.
I'm a moaning mess, my vision going white as my orgasm builds and builds until I'm screaming his name so hard, I'm sure I terrified any animal around.
Kaziel chuckles, moving closer to stroke his thumb along my cheeks.
"Are you ready, dove?" He whispers, kissing my fingers.
I reach for him, pulling him close.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Give me your cock," I slur.
He chuckles, reaching over to grab a condom off the nightstand. The mere action of him ripping it open with his teeth causes my pussy to clench hard.
He slides it on, winking at me.
"Be patient, sweetheart," he smirks, lining his thick hard-on with my entrance.
He pushes in slightly, and I gasp from how big he is, squeezing my eyes shut.
He entwines our fingers together, his abs flexing as he shifts.
"Look at me, sweet thing," he says.
Slowly, I open my eyes to see his eyes glowing bright.
"I'm going to bite you a little to numb the pain, okay?" He whispers, and I nod.
He eases down, his fangs piercing into my right boob. In the same breath, he pushes in, and I cry out from the overwhelming feeling. He sucks my blood, swirling his tongue around my nipple. Then he sets a rhythm. Slow and deep.
Every single cell in my body comes alive with every thrust.
Our breathing aligns, Kaziel's deep moans fueling my arousal.
"You're doing so good, baby," he whispers, thrusting so deep my toes curl.
When my climax hits, my back arches off the bed, every nerve in my body alight from the intensity. Tears slip down the cheeks from how overwhelmingly amazing it is. It feels like falling and being caught at the same time.
Kaziel quickens his pace, and soon, his abdomen tightens. I stroke the back of his hair as he cums hard, his body shaking.
Finally, he pulls out gently, discarding the condom and pulling me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"Can we do this every day?" I slur, and he chuckles.
"Easy there, dove. Your body has to adjust first. Trust me..." he leans in to whisper in my ear. "...I'm holding back, sweetheart. Eventually, I'll fuck you so hard, you probably won't be able to walk for days."
My eyes go wide.
Despite how terrifying it sounds, the slutty part of me desperately looks forward to it.
"Go to sleep, okay? You'll need all the sleep you can get," he tells me, and I grin, curling against his chest, trying to ignore the fact that his dick is already swelling again.
...
When I awaken the next morning, it's to the soft spill of sunlight across the sheets and the faint scent of dark chocolate clinging to the air. For a moment, I just lie there, floating in the strange, lingering haze between dream and memory.
My body feels... different. Sated. Warm. The kind of heavy-limbed calm that comes only after you've been completely undone and then pieced back together.
I blink, sitting up slowly. My skin prickles as I pull the sheets aside, half-expecting to see something. Marks. Punctures. Any sign of what happened last night.
But there's nothing.
Not a drop of blood. Not a smudge. Even the sheets are new. The faint ache in my muscles is the only proof that it wasn't all a fever dream.
My pulse quickens.
Did he... clean me up?
The thought alone makes heat creep up my neck.
As if summoned by my embarrassment, the bathroom door opens.
Kaziel steps in, dressed in loose black pants and nothing else, his hair damp, a towel slung over his shoulder. The morning light catches the faint red in his eyes before it softens back to blue.
"Good morning, dove," he says, his voice low and sleep-rough, the kind of tone that vibrates straight through me.
He studies me with that unreadable gaze, then he tilts his head slightly. "How are you feeling?"
I can't help the little shy laugh that escapes me. "Like I should be sore. But I'm not."
He smiles, that kind that makes my stomach flutter. "You're welcome."
I blink. "You...?"
"I cleaned you up," he says. "You were exhausted. I didn't want you to wake up uncomfortable."
Something about the casual way he says it makes my heart skip.
"You didn't have to," I murmur.
He crosses the room, the air shifting around him. "I wanted to."
When he stops beside the bed, his fingers brush a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch is gentle, but his gaze…that's a different story. It's possessive, protectively, and impossibly soft all at once.
"I told you," he murmurs, his thumb grazing my jaw, "Nothing is more important than you are. I'll always take care of you, dove."
“Thank you,” I breathe.
“How are you feeling? Come over here, please,” I say, patting the space beside me. He sits beside me, and I place a hand on his forehead to feel for his temperature. A sigh of relief escapes when I find it normal.
“Thanks to you,” he tells me, and I beam.
“You’re welcome,” I drawl, earning me a throaty chuckle.
“I’d like to introduce you to the pack today, if that’s okay with you,” Kaziel says, and I nod.
“I’d like that—” I choke as pain suddenly shoots up my spine, my vision clouding over for a moment.
“Dani—” Kaziel starts to say, alarmed. But then, claws elongate from fingers, startling me.
“W-what the—” I gasp.
“Dove? Calm down,” my mate says, rubbing my back.
“What’s going on?”
“I think…your true nature is manifesting,” he tells me, and before I can say anything, there’s a heavy knock on the door.
Kaziel curses under his breath as he heads to the door to open it.
“Alpha, your father is here,” I hear a familiar voice say.
“Why the fuck is he here?”
“I’m not sure. But he’s not alone.“
Just then, Kaziel turns to look at me wide eyed. The bracelet on his wrist is glowing and he looks…shocked?