Page 60 of Bite Me
Wet smacking sounds, my mewls, his groans. I peered up at him, surprised I could still see. He moved like a machine, his broad, lean torso rippling with muscles. In the glow from the weak lamp, his fangs glistened like pearls. He snarled, and the image got blurry.
This pleasure was different. It came from somewhere in the middle of my body…pressure rising with each pump of Russel’s hips until it flared out like a fucking supernova.
Three times.
He fucked three orgasms in a row out of me.
Now my hole was loose and slippery, his cum oozing out. I couldn’t move a muscle. Sweet kisses dotted my thigh and waist, warm hands gently rolled me to my back, and more kisses rained on my chest.
There might have been a wet towel, but I couldn’t remember. A straw nudged my lips. Cool water in my parched throat. Velvety skin against mine. With the last of my strength, I threw an arm over him.
“My sweetheart.”
Maybe he said something more, but I didn’t hear him. I fell asleep in seconds.
15
HOW TO FEED YOUR PREY
RUSSEL
The night was merciful. It forgave everything. At night, my head was clearer and my mind calmer.
Eddie was asleep, his lips parted, eyelids pale, and cheeks tinted soft pink. He looked content…and breathtaking. The quiet was a contrast to his passionate cries and pleas only an hour ago. The taste of his blood in my mouth and his flesh clutching my dick as he came were now burned into my memory as the greatest pleasure I could ever experience.
I’d been ruminating about the meaning of life forever, and I’d never gotten anywhere close to figuring it out. But tonight, for the first time, the pointlessness of it all didn’t bother me. Even if I was put on Earth merely to fuck Eddie and make him come as much as possible, it would be enough for me. Was I allowed to love him? Then I’d never complain about a thing ever again.
Propped up on one elbow by his side, I watched his serene face. The man who held my life in his hands. What would he say if he knew?
The legend about the vampire who starved to death after their beloved prey passed away—it was possible. I could see how that could happen.
With a fingertip, I touched a strand of chestnut hair above Eddie’s forehead and traced the shape of his eyebrow. The tip of his nose twitched, making me smile.
He must have been exhausted to pass out cold like that. I wouldn’t disturb him. I lay by his side and stared at his profile in the dark until my eyes closed.
I slept for three hours, then took my laptop to bed and worked until the sunlight crept in through the narrow gaps around the blinds. I didn’t have any food to offer Eddie, but a grocery store two blocks down opened at six. I walked past it on my way to work every day.
I left a note on the nightstand, weighed down by Eddie’s phone I’d put on charge. I was about to tie my shoelaces when I remembered something else. I tiptoed back to my bedroom and laid out a T-shirt and clean underwear for Eddie when he woke up. Then I slipped outside.
The high-rise neighborhood protected me from the morning glare as I jogged to the store. What did Eddie like? Should I buy eggs and bacon? I’d seen Eddie eat at work and knew he wasn’t a vegetarian. But I’d never cooked a thing in my life. I searched online, then bought fresh croissants and a couple of ciabattas, yogurt, granola, fresh orange juice, mozzarella, dried ham, cream cheese, tomatoes, and an avocado.
On my way home, I was watching a video on how to make a tomato and avocado sandwich when it struck me that I didn’t have a single sharp knife at home. And I needed olive oil and salt! I spun around and hurried back to the store.
The sound of the shower running welcomed me as I entered my apartment later. I could smell Eddie in my home, just a faint, warm human scent that made me giddy. I stuffed the groceries into my otherwise perpetually empty fridge, and Eddie appeared in the kitchen, blinking blearily. His wet hair curled toward the tips, and he had a faint hint of stubble on his jaw.
“Hi,” he rasped. He looked vulnerable and a little afraid.
I set the paper bag with croissants on the table and walked over to him. Kissing his cheek, I wrapped my arms around him. He smelled soft and sleepy and fucking delectable.
“Good morning. Did you sleep okay?”
He leaned into my embrace and exhaled. “Yeah.”
“Are you hungry? I went to the grocery store, but I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got a few random things.”
“I saw the note. You didn’t have to do that.”
His quiet voice in my home sounded so strange. Since I’d moved in a year ago, I’d never had anyone visit me here.
