Blood Stained Tranquility (22 page)

Eve caught a glimpse of thick, dense woods around her before her back was pressed against the trunk of a huge tree. Zeniel pulled out of her, leaving her squirming.

“Zen. Please. Give me your dick again.”

“Wait.”

She opened her mouth, ready to ask him what the fuck he meant by that.

Zen lifted her by her waist until her pussy was level with his face. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”

“B-but . . .”

He nuzzled his nose into her wet mound, inhaling deeply. “You’re bleeding. I want to eat you.
Now
, Eve.”

The once human part of her wondered if she really was going to give him that.

Her legs were shaking as she did as he asked.

The moment she was spread for him, his lips latched onto her, his tongue licking her in one hard lap.

Eve’s back arched sharply then slammed into the tree with a crack.

“Fuck.” He grabbed her ass, his fingers clenching around each cheek. With a strangled cry, he rubbed his entire face into her, licking and sucking her softly. “Mine. Fuck. All fucking
mine.
”

“
Yes. Yes
! Don’t stop, Zeniel! Don’t.”

His hair had come loose, and she grabbed onto as many strands as she could, grinding wildly into face. The tree snapped in half behind her, the upper portion landing on the forest floor with an almost seismic bang.

They both ignored it.

Zen held her up, groaning and gasping into her flesh as she rode his tongue. Power surged from them both—a red, black, yellow, blue, and gray whirlwind that stirred the air around her. Cold air and hot energy fluttered along her skin, teasing the tips of her tight nipples.

He pulled back, licking his lips in a feral display of lust that left her dangling on the edge again.

“The way you fucking taste.” One hand wrapped around her lower back, nearly spanning the width of it. With his free hand, he reached up, fisting her tit so hard that she gasped. “So beautiful.”

Eve rocked her hips, her head falling back. “Do whatever you want to me. To them. God, Zen.”

Her ass met a hard surface, and the world kept rushing by her even after he set her down. Damn, the man could move fast.

Softly, he caressed her neck with both hands, using his thumbs to urge her head back. “Anything?”

His voice and expression were uncertain. Full of yearning. She bit her lip and nodded, breathless in the face of all that masculinity. His cock jutted straight out, pointing at her. Her eyes dropped down and locked on it, making him thrust in her direction.

“Fuck. Yes, anything. What do you want?”

“Cup your breasts for me.”

Her body shuddered. Dimly, she realized she was sitting on a smooth boulder. Not that she could look down and confirm this. Her eyes were frozen on his cock and the sculpted stomach behind it. His muscles clenched so hard that they threw shadows.

“Now, Eve. Do it.”

She nodded and grabbed a breast in each hand.

He licked his lips.

He looks so hungry. For me. Fuck.

Eve clenched her thighs together, disbelieving that she could actually still want more.

“You said I could do anything I want.” He grabbed his cock in his fist, the veins on his arm throbbing.

Taking a step toward her, he bent down just enough to rub his dick over the top of her breasts.

She gaped, understanding dawning. “Gods, yes.”

Leaning back, she lifted her chest, moving her breasts to slide his length between them. The moment she pressed them back together, Zen lost it.

He grabbed her neck, his other hand cupping the back of her head and holding her still. She pinched her own nipples, moaning into his mouth as he took her tongue, over and over. He thrust between her breasts the whole time, pained groans hitting her lips.

“Oh, God. Zeniel.”

“Give me your tongue, baby . . . I’m so fucking close.”

“
Oh, God
.” But she opened for him, loving the feel of his lips overwhelming hers as he lapped at her.

“Gods, yes,
more
.” His hand tightened around her neck. The other pulled at her hair. His cock swelled between her breasts.

“I think I’m going to come,” she whimpered, flicking his tongue with hers.

And she was. Beneath her, she had soaked the surface of the boulder. It was so smooth that she felt no pain, but doubted she would have even if it had been otherwise. Her hips moved without her consent, taken over by her pussy and the throbbing need screaming out of it.

“Yes. Fuck, Eve.” He thrust between her breasts. One thrust. Two. By the third one, he was so tense that every muscle looked on the verge of popping. “Your tongue, baby. It’s so good. Give me more.”

Moaning and gasping, she let him fuck her mouth again. He fed his tongue to her, over and over, making her insides twist and flutter with pleasure.

Zeniel sped up, her reaction fueling him. His hand was choking her at that point, but she didn’t give a damn. It was so good.
He
was so good.

“
Evesse
.” He jerked, his cock pulsing, hot semen shooting out of the tip and hitting her chest, her neck, her chin.

“Fuck. I want that in my mouth,” she said. She tried to knock his hands away and duck down, desperate to suck the large tip of his dick into her mouth. He didn’t let her, pulling on her hair and holding her still while he continued to fuck her breasts.

“Next time.
Ahh . . .
fuck. Next time.” Zen’s legs shook. He lifted one to brace himself on the boulder. His thigh muscles tensed and released next to her. “Oh Gods, baby. Oh
Gods
.”

He slammed his hips against her chest, yanking on her hair to keep her still as his head fell back in one of the most virile displays she’d ever seen.

When he looked back down at her, despite his orgasm, he still appeared restless. He bit his lip and stared down at his cum, hot all over her chest. Color trails followed him as he flashed to his knees in front of her. Before she could say or do anything, his hands were on her tits—rubbing, smearing. Satisfaction took over his face.

“Exactly as you should be. Covered in
me
.”

Dear Gods, did he even realize how fucking
sexual
he was? Eve pushed her breasts into his hands, spreading her legs nice and wide.

Zen inhaled sharply. His eyes closed and that pleased little hum vibrated out of him.

Eve gushed between her thighs.

“You get so wet watching me come.” He leaned into her, nipping her lips. “Do you want more, my female?” A tweak of her nipples. More smearing of his cum on her, until he was all she could scent in the air. “Do you want more of me?”

“
Yes
.” She needed this. Needed him. It was ridiculous that she could still want more despite how much he’d already given, but that was just the way of it. “Come inside me this time.”

He cranked her head to the side, exposing her neck. His tongue, wet and warm, slithered around her mating mark.

Holy shit. The sensation slashed through womb. Her body almost shut down, and pathetic little whimpers escaped her as her pussy seized up. His fangs pierced her neck at the same moment his cock speared her body, going to the hilt in one thrust.

Her nervous system threatened to fail her as she started to come. Hot tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. She could hear her own sobs past the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Zeniel growled into her neck and mounted her, forcing her down onto the boulder with his body. When he pulled back, he slid out all the way to his tip. She quickly dug her nails into his ass, refusing to let him leave her body.

Latching onto her waist, he slammed into her. And then he kept right on pumping, moving her back and forward to meet each of his thrusts.

He pulled his incisors out of her neck. “So tight. Such a good little pussy, baby.”

She choked, not believing he’d just said that, even as her body continued to convulse. She couldn’t tell if she was having one long-as-hell orgasm, or a series of different orgasms that blended together.

“Your cock.
Zeniel
.”

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Shit. Tell me what I do to you.”

Feverish, near-insane, she pressed her nose to his neck.

“Feel you stretching me.”

Pressing her lips to his mark, she rubbed them back and forth. Zen hissed, his cock throbbing so hard she felt a kick inside her.

“It hurts.”

With a pained groan, he actually slowed to stop. She dug her nails into his ass, forcing him back, and ground her hips into him.

“I love it, babe. Love how big your dick is.”

“Shit. Fuck. Baby.”

She bit into his jugular, nearly ripping off the skin where his mating mark was.

“
Evesse
!”

Her walls locked down tight around him, intent on never letting go. Her arms and legs followed suit, pulling him to her. His blood was pure energy, sliding into her on a scalding current. She sank her teeth deeper, grinding against him madly, soaking in the feel of his skin all over her. His blood inside her.

He cried out again, and the sound he made came out like a war-cry. Grabbing her by the neck, he forced her back, yanking her teeth out of his neck. Blood dripped down the sides of her chin. He slammed her back against the boulder. It shuddered behind her, almost cracking in half.

Then he really went to work, holding her there, his body in overdrive. He pistoned, non-stop, until all she could feel was the slam of his cock within her.

“Mine.”

“Yes.”

He was a vicious, brutal, unstoppable blur over her. In and out. Back and forth. Until the boulder fell apart and he was forced to catch her. He lifted her against him, diving for her breasts at the same time.

He circled her nipple, his lips making wet laps and sucking up every bit of him that was still on her. He didn’t seem to care. Hell, no. As he licked and sucked himself off her skin, his frenzy seemed to spiral to a whole other level.

Then his teeth cleaved into her tit. Waves of power shot up into the sky, lighting up everything around them as he came.

She must have passed out. Because one moment she was outside getting the life fucked out of her, and the next she was back indoors lying on the fluffy bed. She blinked. Zen turned her onto her side, gently smoothing her hair from her face.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, Gods, yes.”

She felt like she might melt. Her entire body
oohed
and
aahed
as dopamine and oxytocin flooded her pathways.

“Sleep, Evesse. You look exhausted.” She could practically hear the smirk in his tone. “Positively well-used by your male.”

Eve snuggled deeper into the bed. Damn, he’d switched out the sheets for silk earlier and she hadn’t even realized it. Just then, she was convinced she had been gifted with one hell of a male.

“You still have way too much energy,” she said, feeling him move around. “I’m starting to feel like an epic fail.”

Zeniel chuckled. She felt him settle into the bed next to her. His massive frame nearly punched a hole in the bed, creating a dip that sucked her in. She
eeped
when her body practically flew into his side.

Another chuckle, the sound extremely satisfied.

By the time Zen tucked her into his side, she was pouting.

“What?” he asked.

She glanced up to see him looking down at her with a lazy smile. His eyes were blue and gray. She wondered if he had even realized that at one point during their lovemaking, he and Mavrak had very much been one. She’d
felt
it.

“You’re having way too much fun with my boneless state. And like I said”—she pointed weakly at herself—“epic fail.”

“Epic fail? Have you lost your mind? I haven’t been this relaxed since the first days of Buddhism. Back when I was a follower of the Buddha’s and was allowed countless hours of meditation with no disruptions.” He sighed wistfully. “Zex and Cy were nowhere to be seen for centuries on Earth.”

Eve giggled. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea. The gods of the Hindu pantheon rarely visit Earth. Their dimension is too comfortable for them to truly leave, and their followers are so loyal that they get hit with tons of worshipping energy even all the way over there. So it was just me and Ianthen, who was actually trying to behave for a little while, and we were the only gods within a thousand mile radius.”

No way.

“Ianthen?” She scrunched her brow, shaking her head. “Ianthen was one of the
Buddha’s
followers?”

“Yeah. We tried to convince Dyletri to join us, but the male loves violence too much. I doubt that anything outside of his
R’ma
can induce calm in him. Ianthen was actually really devout and he did really well with all but one of the vows.”

She could already guess, but, “Which one?”

“Celibacy.”

Bingo. “Why? ‘Cause he’s a horndog?”

Zeniel laughed. She inhaled sharply, wondering if she’d ever get used to the sight.