Page 87 of Bite Me
As his hard cock slid into my throat, his fingers combing through my wet hair, I understood why the word “dating” annoyed him. I couldn’t even suck him off casually enough. I worshipped his cock, and every drop of precum on the back of my tongue was a gift.
I loved him, and I would only grow to love him more.
He came for me, his cock jerking and his unique cum flooding my mouth. It tasted a little sweet, as if laced with honey, and I gulped it down eagerly. The venom in his cum would make me horny, the effect milder but lasting longer.
Russel stroked my hair. “I thought you were tired,” he murmured.
I kissed his cockhead and spoke with my wet lips against it. “I want to make love for hours. Sleep is overrated.”
I licked his slit, chasing the last traces of his cum. The copper hues in his eyes felt like a reward. He was well fed and sated. I was taking good care of my vampire.
We rinsed our bodies in the shower because, ugh, cummy bathwater. Then Russel threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom.
He spread me out face down on the bed and proceeded to rim me into oblivion.
It was past midnight when he moved inside me the second time, my body jellified from venom-induced orgasms. Time flowed thickly like syrup as I basked in ecstasy. Could I really have this from now on? Without guilt and repercussions? It seemed unreal, too good to be true.
Russel came with his hand on my underbelly, over the spot where his cock was nestled deep inside me. His breath heated the side of my throat, and he sounded like he struggled to put words together when he spoke.
“Eddie, my sweetheart, how can it be so…? It feels…like it’ll burst out of my chest.”
“What, Russel?”
His arms around me tightened. “I love you.” Some of the tension seemed to leave his body when he said it. “There. That’s better. I love you, Eddie.”
I closed my eyes and let the love he’d given me suffuse my whole being. I wanted to say it back, but my throat got thick. I’d only break down and cry if I tried to speak.
Russel must have known. He didn’t wait with bated breath for my reply. He just held me, kissing and nuzzling my neck.
A little later, after his softened cock slipped out of me, I rolled to face him. He looked at me with infinite understanding and patience. When there was no outside threat looming above us, I could fully appreciate how safe and cherished he made me feel.
So I swallowed against the tightness in my throat and told him.
“I was so scared I’d fall for you.”
“Oh, Eddie…” He caressed my cheek.
“As if I could have done anything to stop it.” He half-smiled, and I traced the curve of his lips with a fingertip. “I love you, too, Russel.”
His name was still on my lips when he hauled me to his body and kissed me.
Crippling fear had been holding me in its sticky claws even before I met him. I’d been terrified to let myself enjoy the simplest things because at any second, with the tiniest misstep, the joy could have been taken away from me.
Russel chased the last of my fears away. It seemed I was finally allowed to be happy, and I would savor every second.
21
MY SIREN
RUSSEL
Just as Eddie’s blood replenished my energy, his happy smiles fed my soul. And I had to feed him a good breakfast. This time, I’d prepared better. I even made eggs—it was quite easy when I was paying attention. I was surprised how satisfying it felt to watch Eddie eat something I’d made for him.
“I’ve been reading this book,” Eddie said as I drove us south of the city on Saturday.
“Oh?”
“It’s calledCommon Vampire Myths and the Truth Behind Them. Anthony told us to check it out before he hired you, but I didn’t understand why it was important and didn’t have the time. It lay on my nightstand, untouched for weeks. But then I met you, and I started reading it.”
