Page 29 of The Baby Hex (Mori’s Mementos #2)

Lifting his head up, Pierce traced the edges of the gland with the moist tip of his nimble tongue.

I sighed, turning my head to the side and giving him space to work.

His hand, still cool to the touch, caressed over my chest and down my stomach.

His thumb rubbed circles over my navel before moving lower and stopping just out of reach of my dick.

Like the rest of my body, it throbbed for his touch as he licked back and forth over my claiming gland.

I arched my hips begging for his touch and he didn’t leave me waiting long.

“Cherry or raspberry?” he asked.

“Huh? I’m not hungry!” I laughed. “Remember I ate chips in the bed!”

“For the lube, sweetheart,” Pierce laughed. “It’s all flavored and body safe but from experience once it’s out almost everyone tastes it.”

“Is it bad if I want to taste them before I decide?”

“Hold on,” he said, reaching behind him and pilfering through the nightstand drawer before his hand returned with two bottles. I took one from him, popped it open, and sniffed it.

“Cherry,” I announced as if it was a guessing game.

It tasted like the taffy candy we ate as kids. So much fake cherry.

“Does this have blood in it?” I asked, seeing the label with the little marking on the bottom corner that read ‘vampire made.’”

“No,” he shook his head. “That mark is just a certification for those of us who want to support vampyric businesses. I believe some elven groups have something similar.”

“Do you like this one?”

“I do,” he nodded. “I like them both. That’s why I have them. Try the raspberry. It tastes more like the actual fruit.”

I opened my mouth and let him drop a few dribbles onto my awaiting tongue. Pierce was right. This was the fruit flavor I expected when something was named after a food.

“That one,” I said. “Put this away,” I added handing the cherry-flavored one back to him.

He slid the cherry back into the drawer. Taking advantage of being able to move around I wiggled out of my shorts and managed to shrug my t-shirt over my head.

“Want me to turn the AC up?” he asked.

“No, I want you to get back to what we were doing before we made a pit stop for a taste test,” I chuckled.

Pierce claimed my lips in a long, slow kiss as he dribbled the lube onto my dick.

Then his fist was around the throbbing organ and my thoughts fled to the far reaches of my mind.

His body heat spread over me, fanning the flames of the internal fire burning hot inside me.

His mouth found mine again. This time his fangs were longer than his other teeth.

Did they elongate when he was horny? Was he thirsty?

Was he just getting ready to bite me and claim me?

The questions came one after another but none of them stuck around long enough to be asked aloud.

Pierce’s big hand stroked my dick, stopping only to caress the tip with his big thumb.

He wiped away pearls of pre-cum that reformed almost as quickly as he wiped them away.

As our tongues danced between our mouths, my hips rocked, moving through his tight fist. I hadn’t even touched him yet and I was almost there.

The heat radiating from my insides made every touch ten times more intense.

I struggled to draw in a breath as everything inside me drew up tight, ready to explode.

I moved my hips faster and harder, but Pierce’s pace didn’t change.

He was determined to drive me crazy before he let me cum.

“There’s no rush, mate,” he whispered in my ear before licking its pointed tip. “No rush at all.”

I opened my mouth to tell him that the rush was the fire snaking its way through my torso and limbs with all of its smoking tongues lapping square between my legs but couldn’t find those words on my tongue.

His weight shifted on the bed next to me and I thought perhaps he was moving between my legs to slide into me but his grip on my dick never faltered.

He nudged my legs aside and stretched out between them. The bottle of raspberry lube still in his hand.

“Don’t scratch his head. Don’t put your talons in his head,” my wolf repeated the two lines over and over as if trying to teach the mantra to my crow.

I held onto his shoulders, avoiding his head altogether because I didn’t trust myself.

Heat was urging me on, but I didn’t need the heat to want him.

When he first removed that tiny bit of pheromone blocker spray in the car, it took all my strength not to lock the doors and climb into his lap.

Who needed words when forever was promised? Apparently, I did.

He flashed me a devilish grin as he dribbled more of the lube onto the throbbing head of my cock.

The icy tingles of the lube traveled down my shaft and then up my spine, making me shiver.

My teeth chattered for a second but then Pierce’s warm mouth was over me.

I only had a second to wonder if he put his fangs away or not before everything inside me drew up too tight to hold back.

Sensing how close I was, he teased the tip of my cock with his nimble tongue.

As forewarned, my nails dug into his shoulders as I shuddered but instead of stopping, he slid his arms around my thighs and his mouth further over my dick.

Undecipherable words rolled off my tongue and I couldn’t stop them.

Half-elvish and half the common Earthside language.

They all jumbled up together until even I lost track of what I was trying to say.

Giving up on human-ish communication, I howled out my pleasure as all the built-up pleasure poured into Pierce’s awaiting, hungry mouth.

He kept me in his mouth until I was flaccid and pulling away because even the tiniest flick of his tongue was too much to handle.

I panted for air as he looked up my body at me.

Blushing, I stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think about how every inch of my body flushed hot from pleasure and need mingling.

Once was never enough with heat but satisfaction still pulsated through my body in a wave of temporary relief.

Pierce caressed my thigh and stomach as I tried to gather up what brain cells hadn’t fled when I came.

“More air conditioning,” he said and I nodded, releasing him so that he could get up.

An icy blast of air shot up between the mattress and the headboard, ruffling my hair.

I jumped, ready to run from whatever startled my inner beasts only to laugh when I realized what it was.

My laughter came out in little caws as I turned over to stick my face in the tight space to suck in as much of the cold air as I could manage.

The new position left my ass exposed to Pierce.

He caressed the backs of my thighs, moving his big hands up to squeeze the round globes of my ass.

I pressed back against his hands, reveling in the pressure of his touch.

“Hmmm… Babe?” I said, trying out the pet name.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he answered, squeezing my cheeks again.

“If we do it this way, I can’t bite you,” I said.

“And do you want to bite me?”

“I want to be inside your head so I know what you’re going to do next,” I said, my voice muffled by the AC blowing in my face.

“Are you okay up there?” he asked, laughter lacing his words.

“Yes. It’s nice up here. Cool. Comfy.”

“Then stay there for a while. We have as long as we need.”

I almost asked Pierce if he’d forgotten about Sharon Claudis, but I didn’t want to risk distracting him.

Never in my life had a lover spent more than a moment or two massaging their strong fingers into my ass cheeks and I didn’t want him to stop.

I wiggled around, getting comfy as my dick hardened again and I told him I was pretty damn sure this was the first ass massage I’d ever had.

“You have a lovely ass. Shame it hasn’t gotten more attention,” he said and I blushed again. “Round and firm and so slick already. Warm to the touch and wiggling around giving me quite the show as I dig into your muscles.”

Yep. I was hard again. Rock-fucking-hard again already.

Heat was a hungry two-headed beast, and it was ready to fight today.

I ground down against the sheets, unable to stop myself from chasing the added stimulation.

Just as I started to think of how nice it would feel if Pierce slid a few fingers into me, soft flesh brushed against my slick, hungry omegahole.

Was he already reading my mind? Even without the claiming vows?

“Told you if you put it up in the air, he’d know what to do,” my wolf chimed into my thoughts, and I bit back a laugh.

Pierce couldn’t hear my thoughts or that of my inner beasts yet.

That would all change once we performed the claiming vows.

We’d be connected by a spiritual link that allowed us to communicate across distances without speaking.

We’d feel each other’s emotions and sometimes physical sensations crossed the barrier too.

It was old magic. Older than Earthside, according to lore.

It wasn’t so much a new link but the exchanging of bites to connect our link enough so that our constant need for each other didn’t drive us crazy in a not-so-fun way.

I wiggled my hips, reveling in the new fullness consuming my thoughts.

His fingertips rocked inside me, fanning the flames, and setting my every nerve ending on fire.

My nails dug into the edge of the mattress as the cool air blasted into my face.

Still, I blushed, as my back arched, pushing my ass toward him even more as the speed of his digits accelerated.

“If you don’t – slow down – I’m going to cum again!” I growled as all the little sensations overwhelmed my brain.

“Please do,” Pierce chuckled.

Heat made it possible to cum multiple times close together. It shortened the refractory period to an almost non-existent amount of time. Which was why so many omegas slept on and off through their heat.