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“Good?”
“Epic.” He lifted his hand to show me the cum dripping down his fingers. “Tissues?”
I shook my head and caught his wrist. I licked his hand clean while he watched me with half-lidded eyes.
“What about you?” he asked, grazing my erection with the back of his hand. “Do you want to bite me?”
That fucking blush! And could I really have this? My Eddie, with his brilliant mind and his precious blood, offering himself to me guilelessly…
What if I could have him with me here every night? I could feed whenever while bathing him in ecstasy. I could take a small sip here and there just to feel him shiver with pleasure. His warmth, his laughter, his taste…mine all day, every day.
“Do you want me to?” I rasped, surprised my voice worked under the crushing wave of yearning. “I’ll make you come again.”
He smirked. “That would take a while.”
“Not at all.”
I let my fangs drop, and Eddie’s lips parted as he sucked in a breath. Staring at my fangs, his pupils widened.
“You look so hot like this. Scary, but so hot.”
I flicked my tongue against my teeth, and Eddie tilted his head to the side. I grazed a vein on his throat while I curled my hand around his cock.
“Please!” His rushed plea made me grin.
When I bit him, he cried out and bucked into my hand. I stroked him with a firm grip and sucked only a few mouthfuls, then I bit him again, only skin deep into his shoulder. I came against his hip, my fangs in his hot flesh.
Eddie’s moans crested, and his cock jerked in my hand. A few drops of cum spilled over my fingers. I licked the double wounds, then my fingers, and then I kissed him deeply, holding him to my chest as his heartbeat calmed down.
“I love making you come,” I whispered against his lips.
Eddie grinned, looking drunk. “You’re awfully good at it.”
16
THE LIGHTHOUSE
EDDIE
Early studies in vampire relationship psychology and sociology suggested that vampires were generally more promiscuous than humans and formed short-term romantic attachments, while their platonic relationships, such as friendships and familial bonds, were deeper and more stable than in humans. Recent sources find fewer significant differences between the species. It seems that in the past fifty years, humans have become more promiscuous, while vampires form increasingly durable monogamous relationships with both humans and individuals of their own species.
The plentitude of legends about blood-drinkers coveting one person suggests that mankind experienced monogamous relationships with vampires even during clandestine times. These bonds were obviously powerful enough to inspire folklore.
The German tale “Der Herr der Nacht” is likely more than six hundred years old and tells a story of a blood-drinking creature who haunts a young man every Sunday night. At first, the young man is terrified of what he perceives as a supernatural presence, but ever so slowly, he falls in love. The “guest” seduces him and feeds from him. Curiously, the gender of the creature is not specified in the oldest written version, and it varies in retellings. It is also unclear whether the tale was meant to be cautionary.
“The guest embraced him and bestowed great pleasure on him, drawing blood from his neck and replacing it with molten desire. When their bodies were joined, lust consumed the young man’s mind, and he begged the guest never to leave him. Thus, the guest spoke. ‘I love you ardently, my sweetest, but alas, tonight is the last time I enter your chamber. Take my hand and leave with me. Your blood and your body will belong to me for the rest of your life, and I’ll fill your soul with passion no human could ever give you.’ The young man saw nothing but the gold in the guest’s eyes. He promised his body and soul, and no one ever saw him again.”
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Sheri:You slept with your boss, didn’t you?
Me:I’m at Russel’s. I’ll come home tomorrow.
Sheri:I knew it. Enjoy! But please, be careful.
Be careful.How? What was the danger, and how could I avoid it?
After we’d spent a solid two hours making out, I was sitting bare-assed on Russel’s sofa, a blanket over my shoulders. My hole still felt loose and sensitive after he’d rimmed me—that had beenamazing—but the soreness was gone. He was getting me lunch, and I was supposed to stay for another day of what I hoped would be marathon sex.
