Nectar (Nectar 1)

“Blood slave? Human blood bank?” Kyla mumbled, “Do you have a dungeon or something?”

Tristan looked at the floor and nodded, “Basically.”

“Maybe I do have a disease; maybe I’m sick.” She was crestfallen. Whether she was sick or Tristan was on the verge of losing control and draining her dry neither sounded like it’d have a happy ending. She was grateful he didn’t stick her down in a dank dungeon while he was mad at her, at least.

“I don’t think so. You seem very healthy to me. I can detect illnesses in the scent and taste of blood. I don’t sense anything and even if you were infected with a disease or had drugs in your system that wouldn’t explain this connection. That’s something else entirely. Anyway, Sam is a different story. He’s my right hand. He’s asking some questions but I’m playing my hand close to the vest for the moment and I’m feeling okay about the vibe with him. I’ll figure this out. Don’t stress, baby.”

They sat for a moment, contemplative, until he broke the silence, “Let’s go to bed,” he said and draped his arm over her and leaned in to her ear seductively, “I’m starved.” Her eyes widened.

“I’ve got this,” he flashed dimples at her, “I’ll clean this mess up later. Let’s go. Trust me?”

Who could resist those dimples? She followed him back into the house and up the stairs, feeling like everything was up in the air with her life, her safety, and her future. When they reached the bedroom he took her hand and kissed it, “I’ll take good care of you. Don’t worry.”

Warmth washed over her. Anxiety did, too. She hoped she’d feel that euphoric sensation while he drank, not that other sensation. She hoped that he was right in that he did have enough self-control.

He peeled her clothes off of her and as she stood, naked, he kissed her all over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her back. He ran his hands up and down her torso as he did. She touched his shoulders, the solid muscle, as she pushed his shirt off of him. Damn, he was sculpted like no man she’d ever touched before. Her body hummed as his lips feathered soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders, making goosebumps rise and tingly shivers climb up her spine. He called himself a junkie for her blood but as she looked at him she felt like he, too, was like a drug for her and right now she was as excited as a junkie about to get a fix would probably be. Vampire heroin. If that’s what she was to him, he was something similar to her.

He walked her over to the bed and as they lay down together, he stared. She wanted to melt; the passion was so evident in those eyes, “You, gorgeous girl, you make me feel alive. I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered this. When he pushed into her, he lifted her part way up in his arms and then as he eased out and sank his teeth into her throat she fell back against the pillows and arched her back.

She knew she wanted those teeth on her almost as bad as she wanted him inside of her. It was like his teeth had become an extension of the sex, especially now she knew that his feeding from her gave her insight into how he felt about her. It had been days since he’d fed and she’d been craving that feeling. He licked and then moved down to the crook of her arm and sank in again there. She watched, fascinated. His face, as he drank, looked like a man having an orgasm. It was so sensual to watch. It felt so different from the other night when he bit her here, meaning for her to feel his anger. She didn’t feel anger this time. Instead she felt something sweet and serene flow through her. She could only describe it as bliss.

He looked up at her and his fangs receded. He licked the spot slowly, then caressed her cheek. It was like he was trying to undo the bite he’d given her on this spot the other night. She kissed his palm, astounded that this felt so intimate, not like a horror movie.

He moaned and then gently eased back inside of her. Then he started to move, pushing deep but slowly, staring directly into her eyes, holding her face in his hands and staring directly into her eyes. It felt amazing. Kyla grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, feeling like she couldn’t get him close enough to her, and he started to tongue and suck her earlobe. Then he nipped a little and she squirmed, “Ouch”. He let out a sexy little growl and then his teeth clamped onto her throat.