Her steely gaze travels down to my underwear, and I quiver. I’ve never had period sex before…never considered it a possibility. But now, the thought of her drinking from me in such a way…it’s electrifying.
And she wastes no more time. She pulls my underwear off and throws it unceremoniously to the floor. Then she gets on her elbows, my legs wrapped around her, her head between my thighs.
The look in her eyes is horrifying. She gazes at me like a wolf that’s just spotted a plump, juicy lamb. Her own blood is still fresh on her sharp fangs, arched well down over her chin.
She inhales deeply, my scent bringing a swirl of crimson to her supernatural eyes. I’m aching for her in every way, my wetness dripping down onto the sheets. I don’t know if it’s blood, or desire, or both…
Then, unable to wait any longer, she bends down, and takes me in her mouth.
Every nerve in my body lights up. Her fangs, rigid and smooth,press me firmly on both sides, holding my lips open for her, exposing me completely to her hungry mouth. She laps me up eagerly, and the sensation on my sensitive, aching pussy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. She feasts on me uninhibited, with wild abandon, making every use of her tongue, mouth and fangs. Stars explode behind my eyes and all I can do is surrender to her.
I feel the blood flow, the powerful wave of it cresting out of me, and I hear her satisfied groan as she thirstily laps it up, feasting from me, ravishing me…
My muscles tense, my pussy quaking, as the thought of her drinking from me like this flings me over the edge and I come, the crashing wave accompanied by another stream of wetness.
She moans even louder than I do, our primal urges complementing each other perfectly. I arc myself toward her, but she’s already locked onto me, not making any indication of slowing down. My orgasm wanes, and I pant heavily, but there’s no time to recover. She’s already sucking at my clit, drawing out another…
“Oh, god,” I groan, my toes curling, fingers fisting the heavy sheets. I’m helpless in her embrace, lost in an infinite whirlwind of pleasure.
I come again, this one faster, in many tiny, acute twitches of pleasure. Then I succumb back down to the bed, already exhausted.
She brings her head up, her eyes ferocious.
“No,please,” I pant, desperately. “Please don’t stop…”
“We’re not stopping until you’re empty,” she declares.
I don’t know how, but I become even more wet for her. How is it possible? She didn’t even glamour me.
“Yes, my king,” I whisper, dutifully. “I’m all yours.”
The moment I say the words, I know they’re true. That I belong to her, completely. I don’t know fully what it means, or whether she feels even slightly the same way about me. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters right now, other than my devotion to her.
And maybe I’m imagining it, just seeing the echoes of my own submission in her, but…I think there’s a glimmer of dedication in her eyes, too…
“You’reperfect,” she whispers, her voice like a spell, a binding curse that pulls us irrevocably together.
I swallow, and this time, it’s me that pulls her closer, sitting upalthough it takes all of my effort, my fingers reaching out for her face, running through her short hair. I kiss her, tasting my own blood and desire upon her fangs and tongue…the taste mingling with her own blood…
Then I feel the blood pool inside me again, threatening to spill over. Quickly, I surrender back down to the pillows, spreading myself for her. She crouches before me, the whites of her eyes gleaming in the moonlight, her shining fangs the brightest thing in the room.
She takes me again in her mouth, capturing me smoothly, spreading me wide with her fangs. Their sharp edges threaten to break the skin, but never do. Despite the way she moves like a predator, how she declares her intent for me, the hungry ache in her eyes…I feel safe with her.
Protected. Cared for. Cherished…
CHAPTER 20: A RED CAPE
Crimson
“Are you certain it’s Cedric Ducharme?” I ask, leaning forward on my throne.
Murad stands at the center of the war room, flanked by two other Night vampires.
He frowns, arms crossed. “Yes. He’s responsible for the increase of glow in the city, and for its potency. We could cut off his supply. I believe it’s the independent witches that are aiding him, in which case we could hinder their operation by attacking their base in the Latin Quarter. That would probably send a clear message.”
“Or,” Alin suggests, boldly. “We could produce our own glow. I know a few of the independent witches, and some of them practice potion-making. It’s possible we could compete…”
Murad nods thoughtfully. “That’s not a bad idea. With our infrastructure, we could probably establish a relatively high-margin production. We could undercut his market easily.”
