Fuck.That voice was his bloodlust.
Unlike Amaros’s shifter friends, there wasn’t a human part and an animal beast part of him.No, he, a born vampire, was all fiend.And that fiend was always on the hunt for blood.The adorable angel on the ground before him was full of it.
“What do you want, angel?Tell me.”
“I-I don’t wa-want to diie...”
The pleading shredded his core.
The fire exploded in his chest at her touch when she gripped his other hand on his knee.
Take her.Claim her.Drink!The fiend roared.
The quivers Amaros felt; he wasn’t sure if it was from her or him.Her piquant, sweet scent floated around him like a winter fog in England, thick and cloaking, blocking out everything else.
He rested his fingers on her strong pulse, asking, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”
She shivered and licked her lips and murmured weakly, “Michaela...”
He growled as he tracked the glimpse he got of her small, pink tongue.
Amaros arrested his desire to kiss her; instead, he rolled her name over in his mind.
Michaela.She was his angel indeed.
Lowering his body to the cave floor, he stretched out beside hers as he held her gaze.
“You will not die, lovely.”He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and gripped it.Once he encircled her waist with his other arm, he drew her close and aligned their forms.
“Trust me, angel.”Never before has he required anyone’s trust before he bit them, but he wanted it.He needed it from her.
“I do,” the warm breath of her words danced over his lips.
He groaned.His cock stretched further.
Again, he stared at her full lips, assaulted by the powerful need to seal their mouths together.Still, he had to restrain himself because somewhere deep in his core, Amaros knew if he allowed such an intimate moment between them, he’d end up fucking her before the time was right.
Not wanting to get distracted from his task, he regrouped by flexing his hand on the nape of her neck.She winced from his applied strength, but it didn’t stop him from tipping her head to the side to position it perfectly for his mouth.His reddened gaze zeroed in on the leaping vein under her skin.
Yes, the fiend whispered before his leash broke, and he struck out at her faster than a diamondback rattlesnake.
Pure nirvana.
Like the fucking pearly gates of paradise opened up to him, and unadulterated joy flooded his core with the first taste of her.
His little angel tasted like heaven.Supposing heaven was a perfectly cut cube of sugar dipped in the finest Chilian spiced chocolate after bathing it in aged cherry wine.Because her blood was a sweet-tart liqueur that could revive the body of one of the ancient’s gone for over a century, a delectable ambrosia.However, the wickedly delicious, spiced-chocolate flavor would keep him returning for more.
Her blood was divine, and paired with the salty and pureness of her skin...oh, he couldn’t get enough.He swirled his tongue along the delicate skin of her neck, licking her even as he continued to draw life from her vein.
She moaned and shivered against him.
He slid one of his hands down from the center of her back, counting the nub of each vertebra until he was pressing at the small of her back, forcing her tighter against him.His cock throbbed.
Hard.It didn’t shock Amaros that his dick was hard.Feeding was an erotic event for a vampire.Even if he were drinking from an alcoholic, super-obese, slob of a man whose blood tasted like the gaseous scent from the ass of a skunk, Amaros’s balls would draw tight, and his cock would twitch.He would take his fill but immediately find a female prime or human woman to slack his lust.
Even though the act of drilling into a male form wasn’t to his liking, their dark desires demanded an outlet, and it was the reason many of his kind didn’t assign a gender to whom they fucked.It was simply erotic ecstasy and release.For both parties.Even though the fat man, once his mind had cleared from the feeding haze, would be perplexed when he discovered his trousers were full of his own semen with a memory of a lusty encounter he just couldn’t put a face to.
But there were limits to the blood vampires could consume.They always welcomed fresh blood and even blood infected by nuclear fallout waste.It tasted like a new copper penny run over by a bullet train but was palatable if taken fast.However, cancer-ridden humans, those in renal failure or with hepatic disease, could not be digested, and drinking from them was similar to battery-acid.It was why they could not heal those or turn them into prime.The audacious act of biting was an exchange; the smallest drop of vampire serum entering the body at the initial piercing of flesh would heal a human, and in return, human blood filled them with life.
