Page 85 of Even Robots Die (Even Ever After #3)

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I bend down to kiss Brice and he wraps his arms around me as I do so. The kiss is hungry and I can taste myself on his lips, but it’s also soft and tender.

The way I move on top of Brice, with my pussy rubbing against his cock? Not so soft and tender.

It’s wet and messy, and I love it.

“I need to be inside of you,” Brice says when I come up for air.

“Condom?” I ask, even if I don't want to move.

“They tested me for almost anything imaginable and gave me a contraceptive shot when they retrieved me from the birds. I have been hiding, unfeeling in Blois since I woke up from my coma. I couldn’t even get hard, so there’s been no one since,” Brice tells me, and I feel the pad of his fingers trying to imprint with the skin of my ass cheeks as he helps me move my hips over his cock.

I already knew about the shifters not being able to get or transmit any disease to humans, but I’m surprised Brice gets the contraceptive shot. It’s uncommon for men, but I shouldn't be surprised. If there’s someone who likes to be more in control than I do, it’s him.

“I’ve had the shot this year too,” I tell him.

The words have barely left my lips, and Brice shifts our positions. I’m now laying on my back on the bed as he hovers over me for a second before claiming my lips again.

“Tell me I can fuck you bare,” Brice says. “I need to feel you. I need to feel every part of you.“

If I didn't know any better, I would think Brice is desperate.

“So the Big Bad Bat isn’t above begging to get what he wants,” I say with a smirk and a tip of my hips that notches the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

Brice hisses like he’s in pain.

“For you, I’d beg on my knees if it means I’ll get to go to sleep next to you every night and get to bury myself in that sweet cunt of yours every day.

For you, I wouldn’t be above anything if this is what you need, if it’s what it takes for you to let me worship you the way you need. I’d do anything for you, Furious.”

I have no words.

How on Earth did this male go from not being able to feel a single thing except pure rage against his best friend to this? I have absolutely no idea.

“Fuck me like you hate me, then,” I sass him.

“No,” he says softly as he slowly tips his hips and his cock enters me.

He’s so freaking big, but after three orgasms already, it doesn’t hurt at all.

“I won’t fuck you like I hate you. I’ll fuck you like the obsession you are to me.

I’ll fuck you like you mean the world to me, because without you in it, my world would be much duller, and I need you to know that you’re it for me.

I need you to know that I see you and love every part of you. ”

He thrusts until he’s fully seated inside of me, and then he withdraws.

“Your beautiful curves that I will never get enough of.”

He thrusts again.

“That lovely shade of red you turn when I make you furious.”

Thrust.

“That wonderful brain of yours that never seems to stop.”

Thrust.

“You.”

Thrust.

“I love you, Furious.”

I think he broke me, because I don’t know what to say. I can't seem to find my words, and I’m slightly overwhelmed by his declaration.

“And you don’t need to do anything to deserve that love,” he adds as he picks up speed. “Never with me.”

The way his hips keep pumping is setting me ablaze and at the same time, his words are like a balm on my heart.

“Be bold. Be brash. Be sassy. Be greedy. Be furious. As long as you’re you, I’ll be next to you.”

And as if he knew his words would have more impact this way, he thrusts one last time and instead of pumping he uses his vampire speed to make me feel like he’s vibrating inside of me.

But that’s not all. I remember the little piece of metal I noticed when I woke him up earlier. It’s positioned right at my clit with him like this, and as his cock vibrates inside of me, this little niece of metal is doing exactly the same to my clit.

And that’s all I need to explode in pleasure again.

I’m panting when Brice ups his speed even more, and in a loud roar—that I’m pretty sure the whole of Notre Dame heard—comes inside of me.

He looks me in the eye before claiming my mouth once again. This time it’s soft and feels like we have all the time in the world.

When he stops, it’s to stare at me again.

“You’re the most beautiful creature in the world,” he says with awe in his eyes, and maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to believe him.

“I love you, Furious.”

“And even if you make me mad most of the time, I do too,” I answer him. I know he’s not telling me to get an answer out of me, but I still feel the need to say those words out loud. “I think I loved you even when you were a maddening bastard who fed me pastries.”

“Good,” he says. “I plan to feed you some more.”

Then he switches our positions again as if I weigh nothing, and I end up straddling his hips.

And obviously he’s hard again.

I look down at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What can I say? The sight is amazing. You can’t expect me not to fully enjoy it,” he tells me unapologetically.

I lift my hips and take his cock inside of me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says with awe in his voice. “Look how you take me so well.”

“That piercing of yours is maddening,” I tell him as I feel it rub at my clit as I move above him.

“Not as much as your cunt wrapped around my cock,” he says.

I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, but I still have one question, or remark, or whatever one wants to call it.

“If you’re taking all of me, awesome pieces and less awesome ones, then I want to take all of you too,” I say.

That seems to stop Brice's hands that were making their way from the top of my thighs to my ass cheeks.

“What do you mean?” he asks, his whole body still.

“Bite me,” I say. “Brice, I saw the look in your eyes when we were in my workshop. You crave the bite as much as I loved it. I know you won’t lose control. I know you. I trust you.”

He seems torn for a few seconds and then he nods.

“I was already committed anyway,” he says with an amused sigh, and when he sees my questioning look he adds, “Drinking blood is taboo because some tried to sample everyone. That’s what makes bats go mad. The multitude. Drinking from just one person doesn’t do that. It can even be very intimate.”

I don’t doubt that with the way it made me feel a few days ago in my workshop.

“Have you ever drunk from anyone else?” I ask.

“Your two little drops of blood were my first ever,” he says with a soft smile.

“Then bite me,” I say again as I tip my hips so they roll with him inside of me.

He groans and moves us so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard without making me stop riding his cock.

It changes the angle of his cock inside of me slightly and I moan in pleasure as I move my hair to the side so that the left side of my throat is bare to him.

“You’re really going to be the death of me,” he says as his left hand comes to the back of my neck and his right one to my hip.

I think I’m ready for what’s to come until his fangs break my skin and pleasure courses through my body.

I was not ready.

Not at all.

My body is burning, and I think I lose touch with reality when Brice releases my neck and takes my hips with both hands and relentlessly piston inside of me.

I’m a mess of sensation and pleasure and one after the other, Brice triggers orgasms that I don't even have the time to feel coming.

After a while, it feels like it’s just an endless orgasm that leaves me out of breath and with my heart beating as if it’s trying to escape my rib cage.

And maybe it’s a bit true, because the man in front of me owns it, and I trust him to take care of it.

My Big Bad Bat.

The End.