Queen of Myth and Monsters (Adrian X Isolde, #2)(78)

Adrian inhaled between his teeth, and then I released him and pulled away from his neck, rocking my hips against his length, my mouth closing over his. I had a strange feral need to fuck. It went beyond my usual desire. I could almost not describe it, but it rattled my bones and heated my insides, and it urged me to move, to fill myself up with more than just blood.

“No one has taken your blood?” I asked, my lips caressing his as I spoke. His hands splayed across my ribs as he held me, head tilted up to meet my gaze.

“Never,” he said. “I have waited for you.”

Our mouths collided again, and Adrian coaxed me onto my back, his hand cupping my breasts, squeezing, before he drew my nipple into his mouth. He shifted to the other, and my thighs tightened around him as my fingers scraped through his hair. When I could no longer reach him, I ran my foot along his cock. Adrian met my gaze, his eyes burning into mine.

“You want to touch me too, Sparrow?”

My mouth watered at the thought. “Yes.”

He held my gaze as he bent to lick me, and he sighed, a hum vibrating against my center. My muscles tightened everywhere, preparing for the pleasure his mouth would bring, but then he shifted, moving up my body once again, mouth closing over mine, his tongue stroking my mouth as he had done below.

When he pulled away, he said, “Suck me.” He rested on his back, and as I started to take my place, his hands clamped down on my hips. “Not that way.”

He guided my foot over his body so that I straddled him with my back to his face, and I rose onto my hands and knees, tongue sliding over the crown of his cock while his fingers parted my flesh. Now and then, he sucked my skin, and each time, a guttural sound escaped from my throat.

“Does that feel good?” he asked between each gentle pull.

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to continue pleasing him with my mouth. All I could do was stroke his cock. I let my head fall against his thigh and ran my tongue over his balls before sucking each heavy sack into my mouth.

He hissed, forming words I could not hear, and suddenly he pushed my legs to the side, guiding me to my back, facing him. His body caged mine against the bed, his lustful eyes holding mine before he kissed me again. His hand swept down between my legs, and I was so slick, I could hear it.

“I need you,” I said.

“Bite,” he commanded, placing his wrist against my mouth. I held on to him as I obeyed, and when my teeth sank into his skin, he sank into me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Adrian let me drink from him, moving his other hand to the top of my head, bracing himself as he moved, his chest to mine. His first few thrusts were slow and deep, and I felt every ridge of his cock, but then his movements became shallow, more concentrated, and a delicious friction began to take hold of me. In its grip, I could not control my body.

I released Adrian’s wrist as a moan tore from the back of my throat, and just when I felt the tension in my body peak, he bit into the flesh of my neck.

I came, cursing, my fingers tightening in Adrian’s hair, and he followed, filling me with warmth. I went limp beneath him as he finished feeding, and he pulled away, brushing strands of sweat-soaked hair from my face.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

I was still attempting to control my breathing, but I considered his question. The biggest difference had been when I had woken up with a burning in my throat, but since I had taken Adrian’s blood, I felt the same.

“Are you asking if I feel different?”

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth lifting, as if he found the question curious.

“I just want to know how you feel.”

I answered on an exhale. “Exhausted, but not just physically…mentally too.” I held Adrian’s gaze and then asked, “How many people will betray us in the end?”

“I suppose we should expect that everyone will,” he said.

“That is a sad existence.”

“And yet it is ours.”

He kissed me and then settled on his side, drawing me tight against him.

“Sleep,” he said. “You will need it.”

I considered asking him what he meant, but my body was warm and my eyes were heavy. I did not feel like talking, though there were so many things that needed our attention, and I let myself slip into darkness.

***

I was writhing—arching my back, my feet sliding against the bed, unable to find purchase. Hunger gnawed at the bottom of my stomach. Adrian was against me and he brought his wrist to my mouth again.

“Bite, Sparrow.”

This time, I could smell his blood. I had expected it would have a different scent once I was changed, but it smelled like metal—sharp and bitter—and there was something inside me that craved it.

I took Adrian’s wrist, but after a few pulls, I pushed it away and crawled on top of him. He was aroused, his length settling between my thighs, and the hunger I’d had for his blood dissolved into a desire for his come.

“What do you want, my sweet?” he asked.

“I don’t know what is happening to me,” I whispered.

“You are turning,” he said. “You are hungry. You will be hungry for a while, until your change takes root.”

“How long will that be?”

“To develop all your powers? Months.”