Page 73 of Beastly Armory
Max presses his lips on my forehead, then grabs a whiskey bottle from the nightstand by the neck. Pullingout a tissue, he pours some of the liquid onto it, then rubs down the blade of the knife. Drying it off, he glances up at me.
“Take off your clothes.” Sliding off the bed, I stand and peel off my tank top and bra. Unbuttoning my jeans, I shimmy out of them, tugging down my thong. His eyes hungrily observe every movement of my hips. Stepping out of my boots and pants, I bare myself completely in front of him. “My perfect fox.” Max licks his bottom lip, then sucks it in underneath his front teeth. “Sit here.” He pats the bed in front of him.
Moving closer, I cross my legs as his surround my hips on either side. Max places the sharp edge of the blade just above my left breast. Involuntarily, I snap an inhale, both from the coldness of the metal and in anticipation of his next movement. At the sound of my breath, the sides of his lips tug up in a smirk.
Slicing slowly across my skin, each line sends lightning shocks down my chest, vibrating the silver bars piercing through the tips of my tits. As he leans forward, his own cuts and wounds seeping with serum and blood. Gazing down at the sheet bunched at his hips, Max’s very obvious erection pokes out like a tent pole.
“Those nipples make me fucking hungry…” he barely murmurs above a whisper, as if it were a thought he accidentally said out loud. They are hard as rocks, and when I peek to where his eyes are staring, the blood has dripped down from the small cuts onto each.
The final cuts make me doused between my legs. Eachslice causes my pulse to progress to a rapid pace until I let my neck fall back while closing my eyes.
“Mmm, foxy. I gotta…” The resonant tones of his voice have my skin tingling with anticipation.
Lifting my head, I get the sense Max is barely hanging on, his eyes telling me the bear is about to maul me.
A sharp flux of air brushes past my open mouth. Looking at my breast, I see his work complete. “Your initials.” It’s filled with dripping red droplets, but a clearMandFare sliced just above my heart.
“Mine.” Max meets my face with the solemnity of gravity. Dragging a finger through his blood, I smear it carefully across his chest as he stares at the motion, a breath catching in his lungs as his ribs puff out. His dick surges between us, the sheet stretching as his cock tries to claw its way toward me.
“Mine,” I say, making sure he meets my gaze when I do.
Putting the blade down, he grabs my hand and forces my bloodied finger into my mouth. “Suck.”
A salty metallic liquid fills my taste buds. I lick over my teeth and around inside my cheeks to get more flavor everywhere. I need more.
Max can’t contain himself any longer. “Fuck!” He lurches forward and places his full open mouth over his carvings on my breast. His teeth gnash into my skin as his tongue sweeps over the wounds. If my clit wasn’t pulsing before, it’s now throbbing with desire, my hole empty and desperate to befilled by him.
His mouth moves lower until he latches onto a nipple bar with first his lips, then his pearly whites, in a rugged motion. As he tugs on it, I moan loudly. “Max, please.”
Brown eyes squint up at me as he holds a nipple between his teeth. “Please, what?” he asks while biting down.
“Please, please give me… I need your…” I’m heaving breaths and reach to fondle him with my hand over the sheet.
A feral growl rises from his chest and reverberates into the metal bar of my nipple, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure down into my pussy until it soaks the cotton beneath me. Max leans back on his hands, exposing more of his tanned, broad chest lightly dusted with black hair, a trail leading to exactly where I want to go.
“Suck me.” As he had done to my wounds, I suction my lips to one of his weeping cuts, lavishing in the flavor with my tongue. “Oh, fuck, foxy.” His head drops back, and he leans farther into the pillows, unable to hold himself up. The iron tinge hits my mouth, and I move to another cut, licking it dry. Before I move to the next, Max lifts my thighs with his broad palms and settles me onto his hot, reddened cock head. “Sit, baby. Sit on my dick. I have to be inside you while I drink your blood.”
Easing myself down, I place my arms around his neck as our foreheads connect. Both of us moan in ecstasy as I glide over his entire length, sheathing his fullness as deeply inside of me as he’ll go. Once settled, I sit on his lap, just nestling him there, combined.
“Fuuuck, foxy.” With a palm on my shoulder, he leans me back so he can savor my cuts, occasionally switching to a nipple as I writhe my hips up and down his long, thick shaft. Every inch of his cock fills some need I have within me. He belongs inside me, and I belong to him.
Raising his heavy-lidded eyes to mine, I see a smear of my blood on his full bottom lip. I know what he wants. Our mouths meld together, swapping our crimson souls as I taste myself on him. His arms wrap tightly around me, the dark hair on top of his head tickling my chin as he squishes his cheek against my thumping chest. “I hear your heart. It says you’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.”
With one last downstroke on his cock, he holds me there, preventing me from moving while I wiggle until my clit brushes repeatedly against his pubic bone. Screaming in the throes of my pleasure, I reach the height of my ecstasy, and Max erupts within me with a loud roar. His cock and cum stretch me further than I thought I could go as he yells out my name. We hold each other, catching our breaths. Every throb of him inside me, emptying into my womb, every pulsation of my pussy, soaking it in… We ride out the waves together, taking our time and never parting.
He leans back, bringing me with him until I’m laying on his firm chest covered with tiny sweat beads. Through his bones, I feel his heart beating rapidly, making his cuts ooze more between us, coating our skin and causing us tostick together. He slowly dissipates within me, but I refuse to let him slip out by squeezing my inner muscles, embracing him, and keeping him inside where I want him.
“That was our ceremony.” The tenor of his voice lulls my eardrum into a trance as I stare off into space without a thought in my mind other than pure satisfaction.
“Hmm?”
“That was our ceremony. We can sign fucking papers or whatever, but we’re one now, foxy. You can take my name if you want, but if you don’t, just know I’m carved on your heart, and in your blood.”
Raising my head, I brush some of his black hair back, getting lost in the seriousness of his eyes. “Do you mean we’re married?”