“Understood.”
He settled his
wrist on the washcloth, then leaned down so that she had a perfect view of his fangs. The sight of them made her back arch. She didn’t understand why, exactly, but the dangerous nature of what she was doing with him turned her on.
He made a quick strike with his fangs. “I’ve released a chemical, so hopefully I’ll be able to feed you longer.”
She slid her hands beneath the washcloth, then drew his wrist to her mouth. She closed her eyes as the vampire part of her, so newly formed, took over. She formed a seal around the wound and began to suck.
She groaned heavily as the first taste of him hit her tongue. She couldn’t explain it, but it tasted like Brann, like a flavor she knew in the marrow of her bones.
You are exquisite.
And your body is beautiful. Jesus, Juliet, I’m feeling a thrall. You can tell me to do anything right now, and I’d do it.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. She could see that she had control of him, and it excited her. I ache between my legs. Think you can do something about that while I feed?
His eyes rolled in his head. “Pull your knees up and pivot with me as I shift position.”
She was right with him. She held onto his wrist, suckling as he moved.
“You’ll have to switch to the other side of my wrist. I need to turn my arm in a different direction.”
She did what he asked, which gave him just the right angle to kiss her abdomen and move lower.
As she settled her lips around his wound once more, his blood spilled into her mouth. She caught it and formed another seal.
By then he’d moved low, and when his tongue hit her sex, she released a heavy, muffled groan.
Brannick went to work on her. Juliet got lost in the dual sensations of the vampire need to gorge on his life force and the feel of his tongue and his lips as he played over all her tender heated folds.
She was breathing hard through her nose as pleasure began to soar. Pierce me with your tongue, Brann. Now.
He grunted as he slid his free hand under her hips and grabbed both cheeks. He lifted her up and drove his tongue deep into her well.
She kept suckling, kept tasting him as he penetrated her with his beautiful tongue.
He started to thrust faster. Ecstasy built inside her, like a rush of wind fast approaching. She didn’t stop drinking, but let the wind come.
It poured through her sex, pleasure on pleasure, driving up her chest and funneling into her brain. She trembled head to foot. Brannick kept thrusting into her, and the pulsing pleasure continued until her whole body was in a powerful state of ecstasy.
On instinct, she swiped the wounds on his wrist and released him. Her back arched as her mouth opened and she cried out repeatedly, unable to believe the long string of pulses that kept breaking over her sex. Brannick was right; blood was empowering.
Finally, the last orgasm shook her body from her feet to the top of her head. Maybe she passed out or something, but she definitely saw stars and for a moment wondered if she was looking up into the night sky.
She lay panting as Brann moved to lie down next to her again. She rolled her head, struggling to bring in enough air. “I think I left the earth with that one.”
He leaned over and kissed her, then touched the sides of her lips with his thumb. “You have my blood on you.”
“It was so good, all of it, the way you worked my sex and the way you taste. Oh, Brann.” Her emotions rose up like a wave, all her affection for him, how much she’d loved the past five months with him, everything.
For a moment, she was taken back to how it had all begun. She knew she’d done a bad thing, and given how close she felt to him, she almost told him the truth.
But she couldn’t. She was afraid to lose this moment with him.
She cupped his face with her hands. “You’ve come to mean so much to me.” Her throat was tight all over again.
He caught her hand, turning it to kiss her palm. “When I’m in the dreamglide, I remember everything. But the moment I fall out of it, my mind closes up. Yet the emotion remains and I feel the same way. I just wish I could remember more.”