Juliet
“OH,” I WHISPERED.
He sank his fangs into my thigh, and I cringed at the sensation. It burned for just a second, but then it stopped hurting. It wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but it wasn’t horribly painful, either. The feeling was a strange one. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I closed my eyes and tried to just focus on what was happening. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Okay, I thought to myself, so I’d now fed two different vampires in less than an hour. That had to be some sort of record, right? Did this make me a vampire slut? How would I know?
Suddenly, I felt a different sort of pain. My pussy was stinging. Colin had reached between my legs and slapped me there. What the hell? I’d heard of erotic spankings before, but there? I’d never had anyone do that before. I probably should have hated the feeling, but it was...
Well, it turned me on even more, and my body started to ache for a release. I moved my body, trying to find a position that was comfortable. He was still between my legs, but he wasn’t touching me where I wanted him to touch me.
“Stop wiggling,” he said. He slapped me again, and this time I groaned. Yeah, a girl could get used to that. Then he went right back to eating. He wasn’t licking my pussy or touching me there. Aside from the momentary slapping, he kind of acted like he didn’t even know I had a vagina, much less expressed interest in it.
What he was doing was wildly erotic, though. There was no other way to describe what was happeni
ng. More importantly, there was no way for me to resist what he was doing. I didn’t want to resist. I didn’t want anything except for more.
He sucked on my leg, and while I was usually very ticklish there, I suddenly found that I wasn’t ticklish at all. Instead of feeling the need move away from him or try to escape, I felt myself start to relax. Something about feeding him wasn’t just turning me on. It was also soothing me.
There I was, standing in a shower with a Vampire Lord, and his head was between my legs. He was feeding from my thigh. He was drinking my blood. He has his mouth pressed against me, and I wasn’t scared or upset or hurt. I wasn’t trying to run away. I wasn’t trying to beg for an escape.
I was calm.
And I wanted him.
I hadn’t had sex with a vampire before. Lots of people did that on a very regular basis. It was a common thing to do. Many people fed from vampires and had sex with them, but not me. I wasn’t a saint, by any means. I just hadn’t tried it out. I hadn’t found someone I had a connection with who also happened to be a vampire. In some ways, I was picky about who I slept with. In others...
Another swat.
“Stop moving.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I hadn’t even realized I’d been moving. I thought I’d been doing a good job standing still. Apparently, I’d lost my concentration because he had stopped sucking my blood and was now licking me. I could feel his tongue on the place where he’d bitten me. It didn’t hurt. It was a gentle sort of sensation.
“I need to seal the wound.”
“Okay.”
I felt his tongue swipe across my skin. He touched me over and over. It was more than he’d touched me earlier. I wondered if that meant the wound was bigger on my leg. Maybe it was harder to seal up, or maybe...
Maybe he wanted me.
He got up and moved away. I was a little disappointed by this. I had hoped he would touch me between my legs a little more. Maybe I’d even get an orgasm. Hey, a girl could hope. Apparently, Colin had no problem dashing my dreams, though, because he stepped back. I turned around in time to see him licking his lips. There was still a little bit of blood there.
“Oh,” I whispered, reaching out. I swiped the blood at the corner of his lips, and then I pressed my finger to his mouth. He sucked my finger between his lips, teasing his tongue over the tip. It was wildly erotic and if I hadn’t already been completely soaked with arousal, that would have done it for me.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured. I wondered if he had meant to say that because he suddenly seemed a little scared and surprised that he did. He seemed a little annoyed, all of a sudden. Maybe he was upset with himself for getting into the moment. I wasn’t sure.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Finish showering,” he said, suddenly sounding business-like. “Then come get dressed for dinner.”
“Sure.”
He left. Suddenly, I was alone in the vampire’s lair, and I didn’t really know what to do. The water no longer seemed as warm. The experience no longer seemed as satisfying.
“You’ve got this,” I told myself. That was what I told myself every single day. I’d never grown up with big dreams of saving the city. I hadn’t imagined myself running a hospital full of humans and vampires alike. Most little girls dream of growing up to be a princess or a dancer or even an artist, but not me. I’d never really had any dream except one: stay alive.
That was what I’d wanted more than anything.