“Howis that possible?” I gasp, looking up at Crimson.
“You thought my blood wouldn’t be powerful enough?” she asks, licking her wound to heal it. It heals faster than mine did, even, quickly knitting up and forming a neat scab.
“No, I…just didn’t know that it could do that.” I’m still holding my stomach, expecting the cramps to return, but they don’t. The relief is overwhelming. I could almost cry.
Yearsof suffering…melted away by a few drops of vampire blood. It’s unbelievable.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, breathlessly. “Thank you.”
“You allow me to drink from you,” she replies smoothly. “It seems fair to offer you some in return.”
But something about this response deflates me slightly. Is that all that this is, just a transaction?
What am I thinking? Of course it’s a transaction. She pays me, and I give her my blood. I suppose she didn’t have to give me any in return, but she’s just being a thoughtful employer.
“What’s the matter?” she asks.
I’m surprised that she noticed the shift in my mood, but of course I can’t tell her my thoughts.
“Nothing,” I reply, putting a grateful smile on my face and pushing the other feelings away.
Now that the cramps are gone, I’m noticing another sensation low down in my belly. It’s too bad I’m still on my period. Now I can feel just how urgently I want her again.
I blink up at her coyly. “I…I wish there was something I could do to repay you.”
With a grin, she leans in to kiss me. But there’s something different about the way her lips caress mine. Softly, gently, like I’m a precious thing to be cherished. It’s new, and my heart flutters joyfully at the intimacy of it.
Now that I’ve consumed her blood, I feel a new connection to her that wasn’t there before. Like I can…seeher more clearly than before, or something. Feel her moods more acutely.
And in this moment, I can sense her desire. She never retracted her fangs…they brush up against my chin, lower than they’ve ever been before. It sends shock waves of a matching desire inside me.
She crawls onto the bed on top of me, lacing her fingers through my hair. I’m self-conscious about the baggy T-shirt I’m wearing, with no pants, just a pair of underwear with a pad. I wasn’t expecting this, and I’m not dressed up the way I usually am when I see her.
But it doesn’t seem to bother her. She moves her hands lower, caressing my shoulders, reaching under the blankets.
“Oh,” I gasp, as her skillful fingers find my thighs. “I…I’m still on myperiod…”
She gives me a devious, playful look. “Yes, and I’m not letting any more of your blood go to waste.”
The air leaves my lungs as I realize what she’s insinuating. All I can do is make a tiny, strangled noise at the back of my throat.
Her head cocks. “Is that something you would enjoy right now?”
With all my effort, I find my voice. “Y-yes…yes, sir.”
She nods, and pulls the blankets down off of me. “I should really punish you, for not coming to me sooner. Such a waste of your sweet blood.”
My entire body is trembling with lustful anticipation. “What…whatsortof punishment, sir?”
With a devilish smirk, she bends her head down, and whispers in my ear.
“Oh,”I breathe, feeling myself weaken at her words.
“What do you think?” she asks, caressing the skin of my inner thigh.
I’m entirely incapable of speech at the moment, so I nod eagerly, eyes wide.
“But that will have to wait,” she says, curtly. “Until you’ve regained your strength. For tonight, there’s another matter…”
