Page 49 of Craving Her Vampire

He releases me with a pop. “Hold it, Pet.” He slides his fang over my nipple.

“I can’t,” I whimper.

“You will. You will hold it for Daddy,” he demands, and I grit my teeth.

“Daddy.”

“Hold it,” he repeats and moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention.

I’m going to explode. “Please.”

“Listen to Daddy,” he scolds.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes, thinking it would help, but it only focuses all my attention on his cock and mouth and what they are doing to my body.

“Look at me,” he says roughly. I lock eyes. “Yes, good girl. You want to please Daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” And I do. I know I am falling hard and fast. I have every confidence he will catch me before I hit the ground.

“Do not come yet. The longer you hold it, the more pleasure it gives Daddy and you.” He circles my neck. “Do you want me to feed as you come?”

“Yes.” I press into his hand.

“Thank you, Love. Your blood sliding down my throat is a gift. Do you like how Daddy fucks you?”

I have to concentrate on his words. “I love it, Daddy.”

He grins. “We have barely begun, Pet. There are still many ways and positions Daddy will put you in. My cock belongs inside you. Vampires are very sexual; we have no limit on stamina.” He grinds. “Your tits are luscious, pet. I want to fuck those, too.”

“Yes.” A picture of him doing so flashes in my head.

“Are you ready to come, pet?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, the desperation returning quickly.

“I’m going to drink from your tit. At the first pull, come,” he orders and dips his head.

His fangs slide in, and he sucks. I combust. The euphoric pleasure is mind-numbing. My head presses back, my eyes cross, my toes curl, and waves of ecstasy roll over me, through me, and in me. I distantly hear Micah roar, reaching his orgasm, filling me with his come.

I feel like I am floating. I can’t feel my body anymore. If my coyote were a cat, she would be purring. She loves being claimed by her vampire and is utterly content.

I lazily open my eyes. Micah is carrying me up the stairs.

“You with me, love?”

I grin. “Yeah.” He laughs.

“Let me take care of you,” he says as he walks into the bathroom.

“I’ve always wanted someone to take care of me,” I confess softly.

“You don’t have to wish anymore, baby. Daddy has you,” he whispers.

My eyes fall shut. “Yes, Daddy does.”

I stretch and feel the silkiness of the sheets on my bare skin. I don’t remember much after Micah carried me upstairs. I trusted him completely, which is odd for someone without any reasonto trust. Every part of my body, soul, and animal is urging me to give him everything, and if I do, he will protect that gift.

I lift the sheets to look at my body even though I know I am naked. I guess he didn’t think I needed pajamas. Using one hand to push up, I look around the room, but unfortunately, Micah isn’t there.

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