Page 39 of Absolved In Death

“Are you going to take my cock,dolce?” I taunted her. Angela was anything but sweet. She was stubborn, sarcastic, and a tease who lied to herself.

She hated how much she wanted me inside her, how much she needed me to wreck her. My little sweetness was acting sour, pretending she wasn’t as addicted to me as I was to her. Like her unfulfilled dark fantasies didn’t keep her up at night.

But Ialwaysknew. Her racing heartbeat never lied to me. And right now it was hammering against her rib cage in anticipation.

“Just fuck me already, Judas!” she snapped at me.

I sheathed myself inside her in one deep thrust. A strained moan left her lips as her eyes widened, peering up at me with such a molten desire. Fuck, she was so wet. So fucking hot. Her cunt already strangled my cock and I wasn’t even moving yet.

The sound of her blood rushing through her veins--rising to her skin as that delectable flush climbed up her neck—made me salivate. One taste wasn’t enough. Neither was a second one. Every time I fed from her I wanted more. I wanted to sink my teeth inside her and drain her fucking dry. Claim her and change her so she’d be chained to me for the rest of her eternal life.

I wanted her to think of me every waking moment and dream about me every night.

I pulled out, ramming myself inside her harder with each thrust, until she was drifting up the bed. She groaned when I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to keep her in place and demonstrate how I held her life in my hands. How I exhibited enough control not to irrevocably change her entire world with one bite.

She threw her head to the side as she screamed her orgasm, bearing her neck to me. As unintentional as it was, my baser instinct saw it as an invitation. I licked up her neck, letting my fangs prick her skin.

“Do it, Judas,” she rasped. “Taste me.”

“Hmmm, maybe,” I teased. Normally I loved making her cry and beg, but the truth was, I didn’t trust myself not to take it too far.

Every time I bit her, I got closer to losing control. I had never been this obsessed with tasting someone or turning them.Ever. Fucking her was walking the ultimate tightrope, and eventually I’d plummet.

I flipped us over, moving to sit against the headboard. I pushed down on her hips as she took her own pleasure. This position wasn’t any better. Seeing her breasts sway and rock in my face took my bloodlust to a frightening level.

“Please, bite me, right here,” she begged as she trailed her hand down her throat, drawing my attention to her smooth, warm skin.

Her words were too tempting. I rubbed her clit so she’d lose her train of thought, but that only made me focus on her throbbing jugular. The sound of her pulse. Fuck.

“Why are you making me wait?” she breathed as she plucked her own nipples and ground against me. “It feels so good when you bite me…especially on my pussy…my breasts…when you hold me down and take what you want…”

The fucking cosmos! I was hanging by a thread. Of course she wanted it. The venom vampires released felt good to humans; it made them relax and helped them forget the pain. For magical folk, it was like taking a direct hit of adrenaline. Angela had such a strong reaction to my venom that I sometimes suspected she may be my?—

“Fuck, fuck, please!” she mewled, her thighs shaking. “I want to feel you come inside me when you drink my blood. Mark me.”

The thread snapped, and I free-fell. I slammed her to my chest, banding my arms behind her so she couldn’t escape. My lips instinctually sought the column of her neck, right over her jugular, and I sank my fangs in deep. I feasted on what she so willingly gave to me, taking pull after pull as we came together.

She vibrated in my arms, a sign I was taking too much, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted her, forever. She’d be mine for eternity…

“Judas!” she screamed. “Judas STOP.”

I snapped out of it, licking over the wound to magically block the blood flow. She shot out of bed, her hair a curly mess.

“You almost went too far…” she whispered with wide eyes and labored breaths. I expected her to be mad at me. She never had issues yelling at me or telling me exactly how she felt… But she was afraid.

“So what if I had gone too far? Is that a bad thing? We could be together forever, Angela.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! You don’t even want me. You said you ‘don’t do monogamy’, then you said my ‘mortality meant I wasn’t the kind of girl to settle down with’, and now you want to force me to be with you?” she screamed.

Fuck. I knew my words, no matter how untrue they were, would come back to bite me. I didn’t care about any of that shit—I was just scared of giving myself to her. Of committing to someone who’d break my heart again. The push and pull between us ended now, because the thought of existing without her drove me mad.

“I lied, not that it matters now, because what either of us want is inconsequential. You let me have a taste of you, but a taste will never be enough. You’re a greedy little slut for me. A foolish woman who dangled your irresistible blood in front of me like a carrot and created a damned monster,dolce,” I spat the nickname she hated so much at her. “You’re mine already, it’s just a matter of accepting it and sealing the deal with a bite.”

The look of disgust on her face killed me, despite how justified it had been. I was a possessive, toxic monster for her, and the shit I said was…true. I felt it deep in my dark, still heart.

The stillness lifted, and noise came rushing back to me like a slap in the face. Everyone snapped into action. Diana and Ares charged for the vampires who killed her, ripping their throatsout with their bare hands. The rest of Red’s vampires faded away before they met the same fate.

I rushed to Angela’s side, Bain and Apollo on the other. Azazel pushed them both out of the way to heal her…but nothing happened. I saw his silver healing magic seep into her wound, but her skin didn’t stitch up or close.

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