Pretty When She Dies (Pretty When She Dies 1) - Page 123
“I know that I'm not your favorite person, but I'm doing this 'cause it's right,” Amaliya said.
Samantha looked toward Jeff. “I'm going to kick your ass later. ” Her voice was raspy and full of pain, but her words made Jeff smile.
“I know. ”
“I'm Amaliya,” the vampire said to him, extending her hand.
“Jeff Summerfield. ”
“The vampire hunter,” Amaliya said with a wry smile. “You are definitely going to have to tell me how you two hooked up later. ”
Jeff smiled back at her. “Sounds good. ” He could see how Amaliya had intimidated Samantha. The longer he looked at her, the more alluring she seemed.
Amaliya carefully untied the makeshift bandage and looked at the deep, nasty wound it had covered. The blood was black and bubbly over the wound and Jeff could see hunger spring into her eyes.
“What do I do?”
“Give her some of your blood, then lick her wounds closed,” Jeff answered.
Amaliya looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay. ”
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Amaliya leaned over Samantha. “Never thought it would be like this between us. ”
“Oh, shut up,” Samantha answered and rolled her eyes.
Amaliya could feel Samantha's life fading and she felt sorry for the girl. She really wasn't too bad. Just rather zealous when it came to her boyfriend. But then again, that passion had brought her family and Jeff to their rescue. She owed it to the girl to save her.
“Okay, let's do this,” the vampire said.
She let the blood lust fill her and felt her body pulse with the erotic pleasure of it. Her teeth ached as they descended, sharp and ready. She quickly bit into her own wrist, feeling the sharp pain of her action. Holding her torn wrist over Samantha's mouth, she rubbed her flesh to get her cold blood to run out.
“Gross,” Samantha managed to mutter and the blood trickle hit her lips. She almost jerked away, but Amaliya grabbed her chin with one hand.
“Drink,” she ordered, and held her dripping wrist firmly over the young woman's mouth.
Samantha weakly responded to her order and Amaliya felt Sam's lips locked over the wound and drink for a few wonderful tantalizing moments.
As Samantha drank, Amaliya craved Cian, but knew she had to keep her blood lust in check. She pulled her wrist away and drew her tongue over the wound, willing it to heal. Such an action would drain her a bit more of blood and power, but there was a feast waiting for her.
Before Samantha could protest, she fastened her mouth to the terrible wound over Samantha's left breast and tasted the infection. It was gross and she spit it out, but the blood just below the surface called to her. She pulled hard on the wound with her lips and the dark blood slowly gave way to richer, redder vitae. She drank only enough to clear out the wound and refresh herself from what she had given Samantha. She drew her tongue over the ragged edges of the wound over and over again until she felt it knitting shut. It should have been repulsive, but her body reacted as though it was the most erotic of actions.
“This shouldn't be kinda hot, right?” Sergio said behind her.
That broke the moment and Amaliya laughed as she drew back.
Samantha managed to give Sergio the finger, but she already looked better. There was color in her face once more.
Amaliya stood up and stretched out her body. The few sips she had taken were already revitalizing her. With a sly smile at Jeff, she said, “Next. ”
Nervously, he stood up.
“Don't worry,” she said in a comforting tone. “I'll be gentle. ”
And she was.
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