The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

Still, there’s no denying that the hunger was already building inside me. I’ll do whatever he asks of me, as long as we both get off. I’ve already made peace with this monstrously horny side of Lenore.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask.

He moves so quickly that it’s just a blur. Suddenly I’m being pushed back against the wall, the cuffs locked over my wrists and Solon is grabbing my hair, making a fist in it before pushing me down until I’m on my knees, the chains straining. Now I know what the black leather mats are for.

“Suck it,” he grinds out.

My eyes go wide.

And I obey.

Because I can’t reach his cock with my hands, all I can do is open my mouth while he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my head forward while he makes a fist with his other hand, guiding himself into my mouth. His dick slips past my lips, deeper and deeper, until I’m nearly choking. Thank god my gag reflex has subsided since becoming a vampire.

I close my eyes for a bit and let him fuck my face, his cock sliding in deeper and harder with each and every thrust. I stare up at him every now and then, especially as he gets rougher, and more vocal, letting out lustful grunts. I love seeing his head thrown back, his neck exposed. I watch the blood pulsing in this throat, smell how hot it is beneath the surface of his skin. I want to drink from him, suck him off in both ways.

I have no control, though. I’ve never given a blow job where I haven’t been able to use my hands, so I’m at his total mercy, and his cock is relentless as it plunges in and out of my wet mouth.

That is, until I feel my fangs begin to lengthen, the sharp tips of them razing the rigid veins along his shaft.

Teasing.

Wanting.

Solon lets out a low hiss, his nails digging into my scalp, and he glances down at me with feverish eyes, out of his mind with lust.

May I? I ask sweetly inside his head.

His pupils turn bright red, the only color in this room.

Yes, my dear, he answers.

Feed on me.

I smile around his cock and then gently press my fangs down until they lightly pierce the skin, drawing his sweet blood.

He gasps loudly, this low rumbling sound that seems to come from the depths of his chest, but whether he’s enjoying it or not is the least of my concerns right now. The moment his blood hits my tongue, all I can think about is feeding, getting my fill. The hunger is out of control and I am selfish and insatiable, my fangs sinking in deeper, the blood pouring into my mouth.

I suck and I swallow and I feast on his cock like a woman starved and his nails are digging into my head so sharply, I feel wetness in my hair, blood starting to run down the sides of my face. The pain is enough to make me slow down and step back. This is a rather dangerous time for me to get carried away.

I hungrily gulp down his blood, his life force, and attempt to control myself, pulling my fangs back enough so that I can continue to suck him off in every which way that counts.

“Fuck!” he rasps out, pushing his dick so far inside my mouth that his balls press against my chin and he’s tensing and I know he’s close. The blood from his nails runs over my lips as he starts fucking me harder and then the room fills with his bellow as he comes.

It’s the hottest fucking sound and totally unhinged, just the way I love Solon. He’s in such control most of the time, that when he comes, I finally see beneath the cold and calculated alpha exterior, see the wild, primal, disheveled vampire underneath.

I swallow him down, every part of him, his cum hitting the back of my throat as his pumping slows, and he unhooks his fingers from my scalp. Slowly he pulls out, and I stare up at him, feeling like I’ve come myself, my hunger satisfied.

He drops to his knees beside me and then grabs my face, the blood smearing across my skin, kissing me hard, his tongue violent.

He pulls away, lids heavy as his eyes search mine. “I didn’t hurt you?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.

I shake my head. “The better question is, did I hurt you?”

The corner of his beautiful mouth ticks up. “You did. And I wanted you to.” Then he licks the blood off his lips. “Perhaps you’ll let me do the same to you.”

I gulp, the throbbing back between my legs, the pressure automatically building at the thought. “Okay,” I say breathlessly.