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“Patience, darling.”
“But I’ve already been patient, Yasha.”
“Well, then practice what Dairon has been telling you for years and be patient a little while longer.”
The taller woman looked up from where she knelt beside Beau’s favorite high-backed chair in front of the fireplace.
A battered and tired-looking Beauregard currently sat before her, fidgeting as Yasha gently ran the glowing tips of her fingers along the raw edges of a wound on Beau’s side.
The dhampir had entered their shared bedroom a few minutes ago with clear intent, stalking toward the desk where Yasha stood with a soft smile, delighted that her love was finally home.
“I thought you weren’t getting back until—”
Beau gave her little warning before wrapping her arms around Yasha’s neck and tugging her down into a heated kiss; something she’d waited three and a half weeks to do.
It didn’t take long for things to fall apart.
The kiss tasted faintly of copper and as Yasha pulled back to check her girlfriend for injuries she watched Beau pout her split bottom lip out before hissing when Yasha’s hand settled on the hastily bandaged gash hidden beneath her Expositor Robes. It was the best she could manage while on horseback after running into trouble just a few hours from home.
The cut would have healed eventually, but Beau was still half - human and she said the injury was from a magical weapon. Yasha knew it would be at least tomorrow before Jester or Caduceus could properly tend to the cut and hated to see Beau in any kind of pain, but mostly she knew Beau was incessantly impatient and wouldn’t want a little pain getting in the way of what she wanted— Yasha’s body beneath her.
The little bit of healing magic Yasha possessed was well spent, and she watched the torn edges of Beau’s skin knit back together beneath the soft glow from her hands. When Yasha finally removed her hands all that was left of the injury was a slightly raised scar that would fade even further once Beau fed and actually took time to recover from her long mission with the Cobalt Soul— a task Yasha knew she’d have to force upon the woman she loved. Beauregard was not known to just “relax” and let herself be doted upon.
“Besides,” Yasha murmured against Beau’s tanned skin, “You know I enjoy taking care of you.” She brushed her lips over the curve of her partner’s ribs and across the taut scar tissue being stretched as Beau twisted this way and that to test how it held.
Beau inspected Yasha’s handiwork for a moment more before she raised her arms above her head and arched her spine languidly with a yawn— like a large jungle cat getting comfortable. The white-haired vampire couldn’t help but stare as the crackling fireplace behind them threw flickering golden light and dark dancing shadows across the planes of Beau’s body.
“Even after all these years,” Beau smirked and teasingly struck a seductive pose against the velvet of the chair. A hard thing to do when her hair had fallen out of its braid and was now stuck to her face with blood and mud. “You still can’t keep your eyes off me.”
Yasha’s heterochromatic gaze rolled fondly at the teasing. She knew Beau was trying to make her feel more at ease considering she’d returned from her trip more injured than usual.
“Maybe I can’t take my eyes off of you because you’ve tracked dirt into our room,” Yasha murmured with a single raised brow.
Beau scoffed and stood from the high-backed chair, “Well then maaaaaybe I should take a bath…without you.”
Before she could blink Yasha had scooped her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom using her supernatural speed to get there in a fraction of a second.
The brunette groaned at the sight of the large clawfoot tub at the other end of the bathroom and looked back up to Yasha with a cheeky grin, “Maybe you can help me out of these clothes too? Cause my side still hurts?”
The vampire chuckled lowly and set Beau back on her feet, “I’m going to get something for you to eat. When was the last time you ate a real meal?”
The question was unspoken, but Beau knew Yasha meant the last time she’d had blood of any kind. Yasha could tell it had been at least a week since Beau fed based on the dark circles beneath her eyes, which were currently a steely shade of blue similar in hue to the sky before a storm.
Her girlfriend’s half-hearted shrug as she began to strip away the layers of her robes and the faint hollow ache Yasha felt emanating from Beau told her all she needed to know. She pressed a gentle kiss to Beau’s forehead and nudged her towards the tub, “I know you too well. Clean up, luxuriate for a bit, I’ll be back soon with food.”
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“Feeling better, my love?”
Beau hummed contentedly in response, too comfortable to pick her head up from where it lay against Yasha’s shoulder.
The crackling logs in the fireplace and the soft sound of rain outside almost lulled Beau to sleep, and she probably would have succumbed to it had Yasha’s hand been kept to herself.
Currently, the hand in question was tracing absentminded circles on the exposed strip of skin on Beau’s waist where her shirt had ridden up, and the dhampir could feel warmth steadily pooling between her leg in response.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Yasha whispered, her lips brushing against the soft chestnut waves atop Beau’s head as she spoke. There was something reverent about the way Yasha was dragging her fingers along the dips and planes of her muscles broken here and there with the faint ridges of healed scars.
The return of her libido suddenly reminded her of the whole reason she’d pressed on and made it home tonight— the black velvet bag hidden in the main pouch of her travel pack beneath the various notebooks and other Expositor gear.
Beau smirked against the curve of Yasha’s neck, her lips pressing soft kisses into the pale skin there before she finally lifted her head from its resting place and propped herself up on a hand pressed into the mattress so she could look down at the angelic visage of her girlfriend beneath her.
“Well, I had pressing matters to attend to around here.”
“Ha, what could possibly be so important?”
“Watching you fall apart beneath me”— Yasha gasped as Beau’s teeth dragged across her collar bone before nipping at the soft flesh just above her heart “—because I’m really keen on trying out something I bought while I was in Emon.”
“Oh?” Yasha pushed onto her elbows, lifting herself towards Beau until their faces were level. “Are you going to tell me what it is, or shall I guess?”
She’d been with Beau long enough that she shouldn’t have underestimated Beau’s horniness despite her sleepy demeanor just moments before— she was always horny. Nevertheless, Yasha found herself caught by surprise as Beau gathered her hands together and pinned them to the mattress above her head before straddling Yasha’s waist.
“I’m not telling you anything, now it’s your turn to be patient.” Beau’s face was inches from Yasha now, her dark hair falling in a curtain around them as she brushed a kiss across Yasha’s lips and sauntered her way across the room— taking her own sweet time just to prolong the waiting game for Yasha.
The aasimar repositioned herself on the bed amongst the various sheets and pillows until she lounged comfortably on her back with her arms crossed behind her head. She was sure whatever Beau had discovered would be well worth the wait, but there was a small part of her that craved the closeness they shared when it was just the two of them; nothing but lips and teeth and tongues and fingers and the familiar curves of each other’s bodies.
Their mating bond made sex so much more intense and personal since they could feel echoes of what their mate was feeling. It was much stronger when they were in close proximity to each other, and if they exchanged blood, but it was still something they were learning to navigate. Beau had quickly found a way to use it to her advantage when they were apart, especially after purchasing earrings that let them speak to each other whenever, no matter how far apart they were.
It was an expensive purchase that Yasha had been a bit embarrassed about needing— she didn’t like not being able to contact Beau when she was gone for extended periods of time and unfortunately, she and Beau didn’t have the special telepathic connection like the one Yasha and Veth had— a joke that had been circulating amongst the Mighty Nein for so long that she wasn’t sure how it had even started in the first place.
The scent of new leather tickled Yasha’s sensitive nose as Beau reentered their room holding something in her hands, but Yasha’s eyes were currently focused on the small scar on Beau’s toned inner thigh as it peeked out from beneath the hem of her nightshirt.
Yasha remembered that night well, and the matching scar above her left breast ached at the memory of tasting Beau’s blood for the first time. There was little time to reminisce, however, as Beau stopped at the edge of the bed and lifted her hand.
“Come,” she crooked a finger at Yasha, beckoning her forward with a heated look that set the vampire’s skin ablaze with desire. “We’ll try other things later, but first I want to ride you.”
She lifted her other hand and Yasha finally saw what Beau was so eager to try out. It looked like a harness of some kind, one made of dark leather with silver rings that glowed in the candle and fire-lit room. Beau glowed too, in her own way. Yasha quickly decided that the sight of Beau’s body bathed in warm golden light at the foot of the bed, her hair tumbling in tousled waves over her shoulders was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever witnessed in all her years on this world.
“I’ve been thinking about it every night since I first saw it,” Beau murmured, cocking her head to the side slightly before wetting her lips. “It took me a few days to find time to go back to the store and actually buy it, but I’ve spent every night since then fantasizing about how you’d look beneath me, what you would sound like, what it would feel like to have you buried so deeply within me—”
“Kord above—“ Yasha’s interjection caught in her throat when she finally saw the centerpiece of the whole ensemble; literally.
It was a gently curved length colored a deep blue and made of some kind of smooth, semi-rigid material Yasha had never seen before. She knew what the shape was meant to be— and what Beau wanted to do with it —but her mind was solely occupied by the comment her mate just made about fantasizing every night since she saw it.
“When—”
“Oh, about two weeks ago,” Beau supplied with a smirk as her fingers dragged along the length of the toy, knowing just how much the action was affecting Yasha by the way she pressed her thighs together before sliding closer.
Apparently, the Expositor was capable of patience.
It didn’t take long for them to adjust the harness to fit Yasha— the various buckles and straps were fairly self-explanatory and neither of them were strangers to complicated leather armor or even the leather restraints in a small chest at the foot of their bed.
Beau took her time to appreciate the sight of Yasha’s sculpted form before her, her eyes lingering on the criss-crossed lines of dark leather that stood out against her ivory skin. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth when her gaze landed on the dark blue toy jutting out from Yasha’s hips, unaware her fang had pierced the soft flesh until Yasha reached forward and caught her by the chin, swiping the bit of crimson away with a single pass of her thumb.
“Like what you see?” Yasha’s voice was rough with want, her pupils blown wide against her heterochromatic irises as Beau reached down and brushed her fingertips across the faint silvery curve of the bonding mark she’d placed below Yasha’s collarbone.
“Very much.”
She surged forward and caught Yasha in a heated kiss, shuddering as Yasha’s teeth dragged across her bottom lip and nipped sharply. The vampire moaned as the familiar heady taste of Beau’s blood exploded across her tongue, her hands seeking purchase on the woman’s waist to pull her closer.
Beau batted them away and straddled Yasha’s lap where she sat at the edge of the bed, hissing when she felt the sharp sting of fangs nipping at her shoulder in retaliation. Yasha continued kissing along the curve of Beau’s neck leaving various love bites and hickeys that would fade come morning, but she knew how much Beau liked receiving them and Yasha craved the little gasps Beau let out in response.
“Behave,” the brunette warned, “or I’ll tie your hands to the bed so you can’t touch me while I fuck myself on this.” She accented her words with a roll of her hips, delighting in Yasha’s moan when the sculpted base of the cock pressed against her center.
“I’ll behave.”
“Good.”
Yasha received a firm shove to her shoulders and let herself fall back onto the mattress as Beau bent over and pressed a shockingly tender kiss to Yasha’s lips before pulling back to meet her partner’s gaze.
There was a silent question in Beau’s eyes, asking Yasha if this was okay. It wasn’t unusual for Beau to be brazen in both word and action, but it was typically something Yasha requested, rather than something that was sprung upon her like this. To prove to Beau that she was very interested in seeing where this led, Yasha let her arms rest limply against the mattress on either side of her head and gave a slight tilt of her tattooed chin to encourage Beau to continue. This was a side of Beau she’d not seen before, and gods above did it set her body ablaze with need.
Beau’s hands roamed across the expanse of Yasha’s bare chest, tracing a scar here and there until she had a palm on both of Yasha’s breasts. She dragged her thumbs slowly across the already stiff peaks of her nipples and felt Yasha tense beneath her to keep from arching into the touch.
The vampire’s breath exploded from her in a short sharp gasp when the sting of teeth dragged across one of her nipples, sending streaks of electricity across her skin like lightning spreading from cloud to cloud in the midst of a storm. The storm right now was her body and her hips rolled forward of their own volition until Yasha heard Beau whimper; the woman lifted her mouth from Yasha’s breast and panted slightly.
Yasha glanced between their bodies and groaned when she saw the shine of Beau’s arousal along the length of the toy currently pressed between their bodies. When they met each other’s gaze again Yasha felt like the heat she found in Beau’s electric blue eyes could melt her right there on the spot. She didn’t have long to linger on thoughts of the image before her as Beau smirked and rolled her hips forward in retaliation.
The brunette swallowed Yasha’s moans with hungry kisses as the movement of her hips ground the base of the cock into Yasha’s throbbing center. Of course, Beau couldn’t hold back a moan of her own when the head of the toy dragged slickly across her clit as she pulled her hips back.
“Feed,” Yasha managed to finally get out. Her words were muffled against Beau’s lips and her head swam from trying to process the onslaught of sensations, be they new or old favorites. “You’ve been gone for weeks and I want to feel you . You’re also predictable, my love, and I know you didn’t drink enough of what I brought you earlier, so please do this for me?”
In a move that was completely unlike her, Beau complied without any kind of resistance. Odd considering one of her greatest pleasures in life was replying to Yasha’s requests— especially in the bedroom— with her signature cocky smirk and a challenge to make her do it.
Instead, her lips dragged a slow trail of soft kisses down Yasha’s neck until they brushed across the faint crescent-shaped bite marks placed above Yasha’s heart. Beau’s eyes flickered up and she smirked internally upon seeing Yasha’s focus remain locked on where her lips pressed against pale skin.
Yasha was so focused on Beau’s mouth— in fact —that she failed to notice the dextrous hand reaching down between their bodies to reposition the toy until its gently flared head pressed against her entrance.
Beau muffled a moan against Yasha’s skin as her fangs pierced the flesh where she’d bitten her love the night they finally bonded as lifemates a few months ago. Her tongue dragged lazily across the wound, drinking from the rich wine-colored blood as it trickled from the bite until she felt her cheeks flush with heat and her body surge with energy as she finally gave her body what it needed. As a dhampir, she didn’t need blood as often as Yasha and could sustain herself with food, but Beau was known to ignore her thirst when she was hyperfocused on something— especially when it came to her work as an Expositor.
She felt a tug on her heart as the echoes of memories and emotions from Yasha’s body flooded hers and pressed her hips down, letting out a breathy gasp as the toy pushed slowly inside her. Beau brought her arm up from between them and offered her wrist to Yasha, silently asking her lover to return the favor and feed from her.
Yasha stared at the slick shiny hand in front of her for a moment, memorizing the way the golden light of the candles around the room made it look like Beau’s hand was coated in honey.
Beau’s expression of want and the deep crimson staining her lips. She gave a heart-stopping look in return, her eyes half-lidded and full of multi-faceted hunger. She lifted a hand from the bed and gently took Beau’s wrist in her grasp, pulling it closer to her face before she slipped the arousal-coated fingers into her mouth.
“ Fuck. ”
The vampire groaned at the familiar heady taste of Beau’s arousal and trailed her tongue along each one, cleaning them of slick until she felt the weight of Beau’s body settle atop her waist hips once more. Yasha released the fingers from her mouth with a slight pop and looked down, making a choked, guttural sound when she realized that Beau had bottomed out without her noticing.
Her eyes flicked back to Beau’s face, finding it ruddy-cheeked as Beau bit her bottom lip and slowly raised her hips until just the head of the toy remained inside of her. Yasha stared openly, drinking in the sight as her mouth found Beau’s inner wrist and pressed a soft kiss to the warm brown skin there.
As she felt the sharp sting of Yasha’s fangs pierce her, Beau dropped her hips once more and sank onto the toy with an unheeded feminine gasp. This time the pleasure of bottoming out was accompanied by a flash of liquid heat in her core as Yasha laved her tongue over the bite mark. She didn’t take much, but Beau felt fire building in her center with each second nonetheless.
“ Fuck ,” Beau repeated.
As soon as Yasha released her wrist she surged forward, bringing their lips together in a messy clash of lips and teeth and tongues that battled for control of the kiss.
“Love you,” Yasha managed to get out in between kisses, already too caught up in the sight and sensation of Beau fucking herself slowly on the cock.
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It took a few moments to adjust to the toy, how firm it was, how the flared head felt as it dragged across her inner walls, and even how different the smooth material was from the familiarity of Yasha’s dexterous fingers.
Once she felt comfortable enough Beau sat fully upright and whimpered when the toy shifted inside her. The new position pressed against places deep within Beau, making her shudder with delight before she ground her hips further into Yasha’s experimentally. The vampire beneath her moaned softly, her hands curling into fists around the sheets to resist the urge to rest her hands on Beau’s hips.
Beau placed a hand on Yasha’s sternum to steady herself as she lifted onto her knees before snapping her hips down, burying the length of the toy inside of her with a single thrust. Both women cried out as emotion and sensation were echoed between each other in an endless loop of love and a desperate kind of want that flooded both of their minds with liquid heat and made everything else pale in comparison to the pleasure they shared.
The little gasps and moans Beau made as she rode Yasha were driving the vampire wild and her restraint was wearing thin; she could feel how badly Beau wanted her and not being able to touch the goddess above her was torture. Her fists tightened their grip when Beau quickened her pace, twisting in the sheets until she heard a ripping sound and turned her head to see that she’d torn through them.
“Losing control are we,” Beau rasped, her eyes dark with desire and voice rough with need. She pressed into the base of the toy, grinding for a moment in deliciously slow circles that had Yasha’s hips twitching in response as the base pressed into her own throbbing clit. Beau could feel the slow coiling tension of impending release in her cunt and dragged her free hand down her body, stopping along the way to tug at her peaked nipples which drew a salacious growl from Yasha who watched her as a starving man stared at a bountiful feast.
The obscene slick sounds of the toy entering Beau over and over filled the space around them, each roll of her hips bringing echoed sparks of pleasure from both of them until Beau felt her insides flutter around the toy and whimpered. Her eyes fluttered open and she nearly came when she saw the primal hunger building behind the irises nearly overtaken by black. The heady musk of arousal— from both of them —was now thick in the air, tempting Yasha until the vampire ached to taste Beau.
“Beau, please,” Yasha panted. She could see the flush rising on Beau’s cheeks as the woman continued to fuck herself on the toy, increasing her pace upon seeing Yasha so thoroughly flustered and on the edge of losing control beneath her.
Beau’s hand continued its path down her body, watching Yasha’s eyes follow its trajectory until she stopped at the edge of the dark curls that glistened with her slick. Yasha could tell Beau was getting close. She could feel how close Beau was via their connection, and the knowledge that Beau was just as affected as she was made Yasha feel bold enough to speak again.
“C’mon baby, you’re so close—”
Beau gasped and finally allowed her fingers to part wet, swollen folds until they brushed across the stiff bud of her clit.
“—just let go. Finish for me, show me how badly you’ve wanted this.”
The tension in Beau’s center felt white-hot, burning brighter and brighter as she collapsed forward, her forearm braced across Yasha’s chest as she rocked her hips in shallow little thrusts. Beau’s fingers circled her clit desperately, her movements uncoordinated and messy before her body finally stiffened and colors exploded behind her eyelids.
“Yasha!” Beau clenched around the toy buried deeply within as she fell over the edge of the metaphorical cliff and into the eager arms of release. Her breath caught in her throat as Yasha’s hands appeared on her hips with a bruising grip, rolling them over until she had Beau pinned on her back— the cock still buried deeply in Beau’s cunt. The spasms of release were still coursing through Beau’s body when she felt the urgency of Yasha’s own arousal surge into her body like a tsunami of molten need. Beau managed to push through the haze of her own orgasm when she felt the brush of hair against her cheeks and opened her eyes to see Yasha’s face inches from hers, a smear of crimson at the corner of her mouth and her fangs very clearly on display.
Beau had been right on the money when she teased Yasha about losing control.
“You came. Now it’s my turn to show you what I’ve been thinking about since you came home.”
The loss of fullness as Yasha’s cock slid out of her made Beau whine in protest, her inner walls fluttering desperately around nothing as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her. Similar to when Yasha raged, Beau could feel the ghost of an inferno— usually fueled by Yasha’s anger —burning behind her own ribs. As the vampire flipped her roughly onto her stomach Beau focused on the tether she had with her mate until the emotion clarified into a fire fueled not by anger, but by kindling made of lust and tinder doused with primal hunger.
Yasha snarled possessively as she lunged forward, and oh did it make Beau ache when she looked back over her shoulder and saw the fathomless black eyes of a vampire walking the blurred line between control and the total loss of it
She didn’t speak after that and instead used her mouth to re-explore the familiar dips and planes of Beau’s defined back until the monk beneath her squirmed impatiently and made needy little sounds that she thought would be muffled by the bed— they weren’t. The vampire pressed her lips to the eye tattooed on the back of Beau’s neck, savoring the way it made her mate shiver with anticipation as her large hands left a blazing trail in their path downwards until she had a palm on each of Beau’s thighs.
“ Mine ,” Yasha growled lowly as she lifted Beau’s hips off the bed and slid a pillow beneath them before spreading her thighs, all in one fluid motion.
Beau nearly came at the first pass of Yasha’s tongue through her slick folds. She seemed to care less about how good it felt for Beau and more about how efficient it was as she lapped at the source of the slick coating the cock between her thighs. The lingering tang of Beau’s blood and the wild musk of her release mingled on Yasha’s tongue and her eyes fluttered shut, shuddering as her fingers dug into the meat of Beau’s thighs and she redoubled her efforts with a focused intensity that Beau usually saw on the battlefield.
It was Beau’s turn to grip helplessly at the sheets as Yasha devoured her, drinking down every sound Beau made and every drop of the slick arousal now coating the bottom half of her face that she could. When her hips began twitching towards the press of Yasha’s tongue against her clit, Beau felt the steel cage of Yasha’s arms wrap around her thighs and lift until her hips were completely off the pillow and she was held firmly in place against Yasha’s mouth. Beau’s mind was a whirlwind of her own lust and Yasha’s, of their shared pleasure and desire, and the feral need of Yasha’s base instincts washing over her thoughts in a crimson-tinged wave.
Yasha paid no mind to Beau’s ragged panting and mindless pleading as her pleasure rapidly approached another peak, and instead wrapped her lips around the stiff bud of Beau’s clit and suckled until she felt the thighs in her grasp begin to quiver.
The unrestrained sob that was wrenched from Beau’s chest at the loss of Yasha’s mouth made the vampire’s own core throb in sympathy as the ghosts of Beau’s frantic lust darted through Yasha’s system like rabbits in a field. Her mouth hovered inches from the source of Beau’s pleasure, leaving Beau’s chest heaving with breathless pleas as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
The thrum of Beau’s heartbeat suddenly seemed a thousand times louder, hammering beside Yasha’s ear in a mesmerizing rhythm that drew her attention away from the glistening curls in front of her— albeit reluctantly.
Yasha’s breath hitched as she caught sight of two crescent-shaped scars high up on Beau’s inner thigh, paler than the rest of her bronzed skin and shiny with spit and her own release. Her body shuddered with the memory of placing that mating bite and she felt Beau’s calves press desperately against the back of her head, urging her to close the gap and return her mouth to Beau’s aching cunt.
“ Be still ,” the voice that spoke wasn’t Yasha’s, or at least it wasn’t fully hers. It was bassy, rumbling lowly like thunder in the distance on a summer night. The sound of it made her core clench painfully around nothing, reminding Beau of the release quickly slipping away from her grasp as Yasha pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh.
She wanted Yasha’s mouth higher, but the vampire refused to acknowledge her desperate pleas and dragged her tongue across the bite mark she’d left months ago reverently.
The grip on Beau’s thighs suddenly loosened and Yasha repositioned the smaller woman as if she weighed nothing once again. The vampire lay Beau on her back, breathless and blushing, so she could see Yasha’s face.
The vision of Yasha’s messy, slick shiny face staring up from between her thighs was going to be burned in her memory. Yasha’s entire eye had now been completely overtaken by the inky blackness that came when she gave in to the more feral and primal instincts that had once been hard for her to control.
It wasn’t difficult now. She knew exactly how much Beau could take from her, how much she could take from Beau— and not just in the form of blood. Yasha knew how many orgasms she could wring out of the brunette and how she could go about doing so, but right now Beau’s release wasn’t the most important thing on her mind.
Pain broke through the clouds in Beau’s mind like lightning piercing unexpectedly through the night sky, brilliant and electric and consuming of any darkness still lingering in her body. The pain wasn’t unbearable, no, the pain was its own kind of pleasure colored by echoes of unhinged desire and roiling hunger that came from Yasha as her fangs sank into the flesh just over her mating bite.
She could have come from Yasha’s bite itself as the fuzzy feeling of numb pleasure leaked into the area and their shared emotions and sensation flared with like someone had suddenly made them brighter and more saturated with color. Beau moaned into the sheets, about to open her mouth and beg Yasha to let her finish when her words died in her throat and a choked sob came out instead as three large fingers pressed slowly between Beau’s slick coated folds and into the welcoming heat of her cunt.
The toy hadn’t been much of a stretch— probably as much as two of Yasha’s fingers —but the delicious addition of the third now had her clenching around Yasha as she pushed further into her until her fingers were fully seated with Beau. The dhampir’s thighs twitched in her grasp and Yasha growled against tanned, crimson smudged skin as her tongue lapped slowly at the blood trickling from the wound.
The taste of Beau was divine to Yasha, and now she could smell and feel how close Beau was to release. Her own arousal sparked to life within but she wasn’t about to give up her meal just yet, so Yasha ground her hips into the bed beneath her, groaning when the base of the strap-on she still wore provided delicious friction against her clit.
After a few more moments, Yasha’s mouth pulled away from Beau’s skin reluctantly, drawing a whimper from her mate as the hand fucking her stilled. Yasha was enraptured by the wild scent of Beau’s blood and the sight of it welling up around the bite mark she made was enough to turn the spark of her arousal into a full-blown wildfire.
Beau’s back arched off the bed when Yasha’s mouth returned suddenly to her clit, sealing her lips around it and sucking hard as her fingers began a punishing pace. She rolled her hips into the mattress, shuddering when a zing of pleasure went right up her spine and settled in the back of her mind while her body blazed with need.
“ Can you take another?” Yasha questioned roughly aloud the next time her hand pulled back, eyes pools of midnight and breath ragged in her chest. Their bond right now was close enough, and Beau didn’t think she had the voice to answer, so she simply nodded and used their link to speak into Yasha’s mind.
“Yes,” she paused and lifted her head off the bed to meet the dark predator’s gaze of her mate between her legs, “ and I want you to finish with me.”
Yasha snarled and bunched her pinkie in with the other fingers together before slamming back into Beau. The pleasure that suffused between them felt like molten glass being pulled thinner and thinner until finally, the tension became too much for the fragile strand to bear and it shattered into a million shining pieces.
Yasha felt Beau’s orgasm begin to crest in the back of her mind and ground her hips desperately into the ribbed base of the toy to join her in release. Beau’s inner walls clenched tightly around her fingers, her heels digging into Yasha’s back as liquid heat filled her veins and set her insides alight with flame.
The echoed shock of Beau’s second release coursing through Yasha’s body was stronger than before, but still not enough to carry her over the edge. Yasha crooked the fingers inside of Beau and gently stroked the ribbed patch of flesh until Beau’s entire body went rigid and her second orgasm exploded into her third. Yasha’s hips stuttered in their grind against the toy as the red-hot supernova of her own climax joined with Beau’s and it felt like stars were exploding beneath her ribs.
Yasha’s fingers never faltered in their rhythm but she did remove her mouth from Beau’s clit when she felt smaller hands tugging insistently at her hair.
She could see Beau’s lips moving, but the only sounds she managed to get out were whining pants and a litany of hissed curse words with Yasha’s name peppered in every once in a while. The primal hunter within Yasha smiled at the sight of her thoroughly wrecked mate. Her eyes devoured the sight of the ruddy flush coloring Beau’s face and upper chests, the darkness of pupils blown wide against the normal electric blue, and the small point of a fang digging into her bottom lip as she tugged Yasha’s hair again.
She let herself be pulled up this time and lifted the arm that had been holding Beau’s hips down to brace herself on one hand and turned to wipe her mouth hastily on her bicep as it passed. The other hand was unwavering in its rhythm as Yasha bent forward and capture Beau’s lips in a searing kiss, her thumb tracing torturous circles across Beau’s aching clit. Yasha chased Beau’s fourth orgasm like it was her prey, and she happened to be a very good hunter.
Beau could hardly think past the haze of release clouding her mind, let alone also wade through the depths of Yasha’s echoed pleasure that were slowly threatening to overcome her. She tried to wrap her legs around Yasha’s waist and found herself suddenly unable to move as Yasha’s thighs pinned her hips in place. The kiss was immediately under Yasha’s control, her tongue dominating Beau’s and drawing truly embarrassing sounds from the brunette as she felt the firm press of the toy against her inner thigh.
They moaned in unison as the length of the cock slid through the slick painting the insides of her thighs. Yasha continued this pattern and began timing the thrusts of her hips with those of her fingers so the full length of the toy was pressed between them when her fingers were buried inside Beau.
She wasn’t about to give up the feeling of Beau coming around her thick digits. It had been four long weeks since she’d last had Beau beneath her and right now she felt drunk on power, lust, and the lingering taste of Beau’s arousal and blood on her lips. Yasha felt small breasts pressing into her chest as Beau’s back arched off the bed and her lips broke away from the all-consuming kiss and gasped Yasha’s name, her voice hoarse from all the noise she was making— not that Yasha minded in the slightest.
“Come on, love, ” Yasha urged, “I know you can give me another...One for each week you were gone.”
Beau let out a breathless laugh and managed to speak despite the fact that she was teetering on the edge of release, “It...wasn’t four— fuck! ”
Yasha purred against the flushed skin of Beau’s neck and grinned before pulling back to look Beau in the eyes, “I rounded up.”
Beau couldn’t hold back the hoarse chuckle that broke past her lips, her control of the sounds leaving her mouth far too gone to care about laughing at a silly joke.
Yasha couldn’t explain it, but feeling Beau’s laughter via their mating bond— as weird as that sounded —was one of Yasha’s favorite things about the magical connection between them. It was something she cherished because it felt like sunshine and bubbles in her chest and home.
The feeling of Beau’s brief laughter quickly paled in comparison to the blinding, white-hot force of her fourth release as it slammed into Yasha’s body like a fireball. Colors exploded behind Beau’s tightly shut eyes Yasha’s wildfire of an orgasm joined in the whirling storm of sensation around her. Wetness splattered against Yasha’s inner arm and she gasped in delight, absolutely thrilled she’d been able to wrench such a powerful orgasm from her mate.
Beau’s hands left her hair and found frantic purchase on the sculpted planes of Yasha’s upper back, the scrabble of her nails against flesh leaving no mark on the vampire’s alabaster skin. She was also free of any sweat that wasn’t Beau’s and didn’t look out of breath in the slightest, things Beau often complained about during their particularly long bedroom escapades. Unfortunately, being half-vampire only got you so far.
Breathe.
It was hard for Beau to tell where she stopped and Yasha started in body and mind. Their mental closeness was almost dizzying and Beau is sure she would have been lost to the cacophony if not for the steady voice of Yasha speaking through their link— sounding completely under control despite the fact that the space between them had become an echo chamber of their pleasure.
Breathe.
Oh, maybe that voice wasn’t just Beau’s brain trying to remind her how to do something her body normally did automatically.
Beau? Breathe.
Beau blinked against the visual onslaught of oversharp details and oversaturated colors that awaited her when she opened her eyes, a side effect from drinking from enough of Yasha’s blood. Her heartbeat filled her ears, drumming a deafening tattoo that kept her from hearing anything else. After a bit of lag, Beau finally processed what had just been said and took a gasping breath as her brain caught up to the present moment.
“Beau?”
Yasha’s concerned voice finally broke through the barrier of silence created by her fucked out and orgasm fuzzy brain.
“Best...purchase...ever,” Beau rasped with her first lungful of air, and the lopsided grin that followed made Yasha’s chest tighten with fondness. She let her arms flop to the side, bouncing slightly off the bed despite the heavy lead currently filling them. “Gimme five, I’ll return the favor.”
“You are ridiculous and insatiable. Now relax and take deep breaths,” Yasha muttered softly in warning before gently easing her fingers out of Beau. She was sitting back on her heels, no longer hovering over Beau, which meant she had a perfect view of slick, pink flesh stretching around the thick lengths of her fingers. Beau shuddered in response, her arms only twitching slightly as a whine squeaked past her lips.
When she found the energy to lift her head Beau moaned at the sight of Yasha kneeling further down the bed and immediately let it fall back onto the mattress. Her girlfriend chuckled from between Beau’s legs where she had three of her four fingers in her mouth, eagerly cleaning them of the familiar musk of Beau’s slick release.
“Prepare me a coffin, Yash. I think you killed me.”
Yasha hummed thoughtfully around the fingers in her mouth before removing them with a slight pop , “Shame. How will you ever return the favor if you’re dead?” She easily dodged the small— and aptly named —throw pillow Beau sent blindly in her direction and chuckled as she began undoing the various buckles on the new harness around her waist with ease
Beau only grunted in response, letting her eyes fall shut again now that she could hear to prevent sensory overload. She wasn’t sure how long she lay there listening to Yasha move about the room, time was a bit soupy for her right now. Her body returned to her incrementally, the numbness of post-orgasmic bliss relinquishing its hold on her muscles and nerves until she was able to wiggle into the pillows at the headboard and prop herself up just in time to see Yasha approaching with a glass of water, fresh sheets, and a damp washcloth. Unfortunately for her, Yasha had already removed the harness and cleaned herself up a bit in the time it had taken her to regain control of her body.
“Aw, but you looked so good in it.”
Yasha shushed her and held out the water, “I know, now drink.”
Beau huffed and lifted a slightly rubbery arm to receive the cup, hesitating for only a moment before she drank it all— slowly and obediently —under Yasha’s watchful gaze.
“Good girl,” Beau shivers beneath the praise and looks up shyly at Yasha as her supernaturally strong girlfriend effortlessly scoops her with one arm and removes the shredded top sheet with a single flourish of her other arm.
Yasha only sets her down long enough to put a clean sheet on the bed, and by the time she tucks in the last corner Beau is already beginning to climb back onto the bed, thoroughly fucked out and very happy to be in such a state.
“Want to clean up, or do you want me to?” The vampire held out the damp washcloth and Beau put on her best puppy dog eyes.
“Can you do it?”
Yasha snickered and kneeled on the bed, shuffling forward on her knees before coming to a stop beside Beau, “Arms not working?”
Beau gave a dramatic sigh and made a big show of trying to lift her arms before they flopped back onto the mattress, “I guess you really tired me out, babe.”
The primal bloodlust was slowly leaving Yasha’s system and the darkness had withdrawn from her sclera, but Beau still felt the echoed thrum of wild energy beneath her skin and knew it was still beating at the walls of Yasha’s control. Once upon a time, she’d been terrified to let that side of her out, but with Obann vanquished and her curse lifted Yasha didn’t have to share the sanctity of her mind with anyone.
Beau was the only exception to that rule and currently, Yasha’s irises still remained fully black, drawing Beau’s gaze in like two gravity wells she was happy to fall into. Both of them were still keyed up despite Beau’s temporary need for a break, fueled by the strength of their bond right now and the exchanged blood.
“I know for a fact, Expositor, that you can handle more than four,” Yasha commented with a raised brow as she gently began wiping Beau’s inner thighs clean, making sure to take extra care to be soft with her lover’s currently oversensitive cunt.
Beau still whimpered at the pressure, but currently was too exhausted to act on any lingering want. The tiredness of the past three and a half weeks— four if you asked Yasha —suddenly came crashing down on Beau and she saw a frown cross Yasha’s face as she felt Beau’s exhaustion. They could go for round two after she slept— curse Yasha for not needing sleep.
“Tough assignment?” the vampire asked quietly after returning from the bathroom where she’d left the washcloths to dry. She brought another glass of water and set it beside their bed for when Beau woke up.
The brunette grunted from beneath the clean sheets where she’d buried herself, waiting for Yasha to return and wrap her in those big, comforting arms. Her mate slipped into bed behind her, both of them still blissfully naked, and Beau let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding since she left their home a few weeks ago.
“There were some kids involved, just caught in the crossfire between two rival organizations, trying to make a profit,” Beau whispered as she snuggled into Yasha’s embrace and let her body relax against the cool skin behind her before she took a deep breath. “Just felt like I wasn’t doing enough, you know? Like they were once again being passed off to someone else who didn’t care.”
Yasha hummed thoughtfully and pressed a kiss against the tattoo at the back of Beau’s neck before tucking the smaller woman closer to her chest. “Beau, you can’t blame yourself for bureaucratic nonsense that’s out of your control. You still helped those kids get into a better, safer situation right?”
The dhampir nodded but Yasha could tell it was still bothering her so she loosened her arms and turned Beau so they were facing each other. Yasha took Beau’s chin gently in her grasp and traced a thumb down in a mirror of her own tattoo, almost a force of habit by now. She’d have to ask Beau sometime soon if she’d want to get a matching one.
“Beau, you helped those kids. You handled the bad guys. You are helping people and doing amazing work, and maybe we could ask Dairon if I could tag along for your next trip?” Beau’s eyes lit up at this idea and Yasha smiled tenderly, “I’ve been to so many places in the world, but I want to experience them again under my own control…I want to experience them with you.”
The comment made Beau’s eyes sting with unshed tears, happy ones of course, and she nuzzled into the crook of Yasha’s neck with a nod and a yawn. “We’ll explore every sex store across this country and the next.”
“Ha,” the laugh escaped Yasha before she could stop it, “The fact that a sex store tour is the first thing that popped into your head makes me love you even more.”
Beau grinned against the skin of Yasha’s neck, basking in the shared blissful warmth of their love for each other and the knowledge that Yasha would be there when she woke up, always, for the rest of their lives.