Those eyes are just as delicious as her blood. They’re green agate stones, striped with a slice of moonlight. They’re supernatural disks. They’re unreasonably bright for how dim it is down here. Reddish-black hair tickles her chin, strands perfectly straight and soft as silk. Wide hips crown my thigh with her tawny skin decorated in a loose tank top and a knee-length skirt that’s bunched up around her waist.
The cardigan is made of pure cotton. Handmade. I can tell by how it fits her perfectly, sliding from her shoulders to reveal the same patches of flesh that started this whole mess.
She wants me. I know she wants me.
I press my cock to her pussy.
She gasps while digging her nails into my shoulders. A painful burst forces me to thrust—and then there’s no going back.
I can’t control myself anymore.
I want her too.
I slide my thumb up an inch, exposing enough skin for me to bite. “Go ahead, little viper. Hump away. I won’t tell.”
Any protests that waited beyond her lips fall to the wayside as soon as I bite her. She whimpers into the renewed feeding rhythm, sliding her wet pussy against me with rugged bucks that grow stronger with each pull.
Nothing is more delicious than the blood of the aroused. It’s warmer, sweeter, and utterly enchanting. Drinking from the lustful is like licking a spoon of opium—and the effects are much the same.
For me, it’s one of my favorite delicacies. Feeders don’t sleep with their bloodbags. It’s considered inappropriate even though it’s not written as law. This delicious bloodbag had the right idea about the Murillo Family—they were the ones who set in motion the guidelines dictating bloodbag and vampire relationships.
But that’s all they are: guidelines.
Which means what she’s doing isn’ttechnicallyforbidden.
Simply frowned upon.
She tilts her head back, crushing my body to her chest. A mewl of warning vibrates my ear as I open my mouth and let her blood flow over my lips.
“No, suck,” she begs. “Please, it feels so good. It just feels so fuckinggood….”
Every deity in the book would have been entranced by her intoxicating voice. There is such lust in those vocals, an alluring song that forces my hips to join her rhythm. My cock throbs with each thrust as her nails dig into my shoulders.
Seconds later, she’s piercing my flesh. A huff caps every buck as the straps of her top trickle down her shoulders. Exposed flesh calls to me like the sirens of the Old-World luring sailors to the pleasure of drowning.
My mouth seeks fresh skin without hesitation. I’m holding the small of her back, pressing her flush to me to keep her from wiggling away as I lick a path toward her nipple. No bra. I’m surprised she’s wearing panties.
Maybe shedidgo into this with the intention to distract me.
“Right there,” she groans. “Yes, bite me right there.”
Fangs never resist permission. It just isn’t in our nature. Willing participants are our favorite because the blood is much more nourishing, filled to the brim with the kind of lifeforce that could fuel us for hours, even days.
I bite the flesh just above her nipple. Warm blood oozes eagerly, a few drops trickling around her pointed nipple as I lap at the wound. Hard bucks shift to urgent bounces as she struggles against my grip. She crests when I decide to suck at the punctured flesh of her breast.
Shuddering moans cut the dull air. Several more rigid thrusts break from her before she collapses against me, heart beating a furious rhythm as she gasps for air. I cradle her in my arms, easing my knee from between her legs. She whimpers when the heat disappears and grabs my jacket.
“I want—”
I grab her mouth. “You’ll want to clean up. Your sister is waiting for you.”
She peels open her eyelids with visible effort. “W-what?”
“Now.”
I drop her to the ground, discarding her like a used tissue. My legs ache as I step back. It’s hard to put distance between us—and I have no unearthly clue why that would ever occur to me.
I fix my blazer, brush invisible dust from the sleeves, and then sweep my hand over my thigh. The fabric is soaked through. That simply won’t do to keep royal company.