And the moment these dirty, dangerous thoughts cross my mind, she looks at me. A wild, feral stare.
“Make me bleed,” she says in a throaty voice. “Please.”
It’s the please that does me in. The begging.
God, she’s begging for me to feed from her.
I don’t know how I’ve ever gotten so lucky.
Still, I’m shaking my head, all too aware of what it means. “Once I feed from you, I’ll want nothing else. No one else.” I pause, licking my lips. “You’ll be mine, mine to claim, mine to fuck. Mine forever.”
She doesn’t need to know how much that scares me. That it probably scares me more than her.
“That’s what I want,” she says. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”
She says this as if this isn’t life-changing.
As if she doesn’t realize what she’s saying.
To claim her, to really make her mine, means joining our hearts as one, for life. It’s not something trivial. It’s something I’ve never given to anyone and meant it.
And I’m already wondering if I can still feed from her and keep my distance.
If I can make her bleed, give her what she wants, and save myself.
Only one way to find out.
I pull my cock out of her, shining and thick with her juices, then grab her by the waist, making her spin around until she’s falling down onto the bed. She’s on her back and I’m up between her legs, my cock pushing inside her until I’m packed in as deep as I can go.
“Fucking hell,” she says breathlessly, her eyes wide and sated and anxious as I stare down at her, my face inches away.
“You still want this?” I ask, my hips making tight, close circles against her hips, my cock grinding in harder and harder until her mouth is dropping open, trying to breathe through it all. Such a gorgeous fucking mouth.
She presses her lips together in determination, her eyes sparkling like she’s turned on by the fear, and she moves her head to the side, offering up the side of her neck. That sweet, soft, pale neck.
Of course vampires don’t just feed from the neck. We’ll bite wherever there is good bloodflow, wherever the recipient is willing. But when it’s the woman that you love, and you’re balls deep inside her, you want her to feel good and the neck is one of those vulnerable places that brings a lot of people to their knees.
It’s when I’m staring at the vein in her neck, at the way her blood is singing to me beneath the surface of her soft skin, the way my fangs start to sharpen in the coming hunger, that I realize the thought that came across my lust-addled mind:
The woman I love.
Amethyst is the woman I love.
I’m in love with this woman, just as I always have been, and I’m about to feed from her, to finally taste her blood for the first time and it’s like everything is coming together in the perfect storm, a storm that might wash away all the defenses I’ve built, and leave me crumbling in the foundation.
“Do it Wolf, please,” she begs.
I let the urge run up my spine, the hunger claw its way from my gut, and I oblige.
I place my mouth at her neck and I bite down.
Somehow I have control at first. The bite is sharp but it’s shallow and it’s enough to make Amethyst cry out in pain, her body starting to writhe beneath me, like she’s both enjoying it and trying to get away. The instincts of the prey when in the mouth of a predator.
Then her blood starts to trickle into my mouth, a few drops spilling over my lips, and suddenly I feel all my control dissolve into nothing.
She tastes like eternity. Like life among the stars. Like something that could sustain me forever, like her blood has always belonged with mine. I’m better and I’m stronger and I’m something more with her blood on my tongue, mixing in my veins.
I can feel myself getting carried away.
I’m still fucking her. I’m fucking her so hard I think the bed is going to break in two, and it’s violent and brutal and my cock is aggressive in its need to dominate her. Somehow my body remembers what to do to make her come and I slow down enough to hit every tightly coiled nerve inside her until her nails are digging in my shoulders, then down my back and over my ass, holding tight, and I can feel the tension building to the point of no return.
“Oh god, oh Wolf!” She’s crying out, she’s moaning loudly, and she’s coming hard, the slick sounds of our fucking filling the room. Then I’m coming too, letting go to the sharp and visceral hunger that’s tearing through me.
I’m coming until I’m lost in her.