Page 73 of Devour

Rhory cocked his head, and the motion alone allowed me to move closer. Then, I thought better of it. As in, I could think of much easier ways to go about this. I crawled between his spread legs and leaned forward until he leaned back, pinning him under me. Much more effective.

“Uh, hubby?”

“Mmm?”

“You’re asking a lot of me in the way of self-control right about now.”

“Too bad.”

If Rhory smelled this good, I wondered if he tasted good, too? Was that a weird thought to have? No, that seemed like a natural enough conclusion, but I could only know for certain if I tested my theory. After running my tongue up his throat, my suspicions were confirmed. He tasted amazing. So, I went back for more data. Yep, still good, the more I licked and sucked his neck. If anything, he began tasting better with each pass.

“Hubby, for your sake, I think I should maybe—”

Rhory bent his knees and began to rise as if he intended to get up, but I slammed my pelvis down and lowered myself more to give him even less wiggle room. I could not stop. Way, way in the recesses of my mind, a small voice suggested this was not a good idea. After maybe thirty seconds, even the little voice piped down and got on board.

What could possibly go wrong here? We were both fully clothed, and I had no intentions aside from… this. Whatever this was. And I also knew without a shadow of a doubt that Rhory would listen to me. No need to worry about him getting carried away.

The scent filled my nose, and the taste lingered in my mouth, and… oh, he’d gotten so hard from being pinned, and I definitely was too. I moved my hips without even thinking—like flinching away from a fire—totally automatic and somewhat instinctively. Rhory’s face bumped into my cheek and we were so close I felt his chest move when he sharply inhaled. Leave it to him to get a feed in while I was in the process of mentally unraveling. I dragged my mouth across his skin, nipping as I went. And the urge to hurt him, to sink my teeth into his throbbing neck and tear his throat out, suddenly didn’t seem so unreasonable.

“And you’re done.” Despite his heavy breaths, Rhory sounded perfectly clear. Whether he spoke aloud or merely thought the words, I couldn’t say.

His body squirmed against mine and his fingers sank deeper into my skin. Hadn’t even realized he tunneled his hands under my shirt. Huh.

What he said still didn’t make sense, even though another part of me thought it should. Done with what? Because he certainly didn’t mean this. I would know if I were done, and I absolutely wanted more. I wanted to crush him into the mattress with my body and—

“Fuck it, changed my mind,” Rhory said, wrapping his legs tight around my hips and leaning in for another deep breath.

Or maybe thought. Honestly, I couldn’t tell anymore. Whatever was happening bordered on an out-of-body experience, so part of me wondered what my end goal was here, while the other part seemed to… know. What it wanted. What I wanted. So, I thought exactly that: I want you.

Rhory shivered across his body and that smell, that taste, that pleasure I was getting from him came to a peak in me.

I don’t even care if you eat me anymore.

And I really didn’t. Because in that moment, right when he trembled from fulfillment, but before the sedating wave washed over me, I—

I wanted to eat him, too.

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RHORY

I fucked up. I fucked up. Oh, his god, I fucked up.

With a deep and very contented sigh, Eli rolled back into his pillows and dragged me along, since he refused to let go of me. While he gazed back at me, his lips twitched into a subtle smile. Welcome back, reasonable and stoic hubby. Couldn’t say I’ll miss the hungry and feral version because, despite getting me off in record time, he also got me worried for a second there.

“I feel better now,” Eli said, following another pleased sigh.

Yeah. No shit. Even though I wanted to ask, “What the fuck was that?” I knew exactly what that was. He just fed off me.

Still, technically not sex. Technically.

Yeah, whatever you gotta tell yourself, hubby.

Eli stuck his tongue out at me, then grinned so wide and… Were his canines always that defined? Oh, my fucking fuck. I seriously fucked up.

“You… shouldn’t have been able to do that,” I said.

Then again, Eli had somehow acquired other inhuman skills over the years. First, blocking me out of his mind, then figuring out how to let himself into my head. Who knew what triggered this shift, but part of me wondered if what seemed sudden had set itself in motion long ago. Fuck me, Gaia said fixating on him wouldn’t be good for him, but I never imagined myself harming him—or changing him.