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“Good, because I’m almost there.” A scraping sounded, then a small opening appeared as he removed a stone. Mouse walked up to the spaceand found a dirty, sweat-stained Ferris grinning at her and her stomach dipped at the sight of him.

“Hello, luv.” His grin widened further. “I bet you’ve been dying to see my pretty face, huh?”

“You have no idea.” She inhaled his intoxicating scent and wanted to break the rock wall apart to get to him, to pierce her fangs into his flesh. Mouse tightened her fists, digging her nails into her palms to control her urges.

“Let me work on this one.” He slipped his hand inside the hole, gripping the boulder, and pulled to create a thin slit.

“Move back,” Mouse instructed. Gathering what strength she had, letting her hunger drive her, she lunged forward, shoving her body against the boulder, blowing it wide. Rocks collapsed behind her, but she didn’t glance back.

She caught another whiff of Ferris as he stepped in front of her, stronger, alluring. The urge todevourhim pulsed within her. Mouse’s body moved of its own accord, no matter how loud she screamed at herself to not do it. Her fangs dropped and she barreled forward, knocking Ferris to the ground, burying her teeth deep into his throat.

Chapter Fifteen

Ferris

Pain shot through Ferris when Mouse knocked him to the ground on the uneven rocks. His vision went black for a moment before the familiar sting of her bite tore into his neck. She buried her fangs in deeper, sucking brutally as she writhed on top of him.

“Mouse,” he groaned, arching in to her touch, part pain, part pleasure.

Normally he would welcome the rough treatment, would let her have any control she damn well pleased, but he’d just spent days breaking down a fucking wall without a drop of blood to quench his thirst. Still, his cock responded. How could it not when she gyrated so skillfully against him, teasing him with a hint of what she could do if he were inside her. Circling her hips, sliding along the length of him. As though under her spell, he gripped her hips, tugging her tighter to him. She snarled as she drank from him. The softness of her lips on his flesh and the caress of her tongue pulled a possessive, animalistic sound from his throat.

“Mouse,” he growled. As much as he wanted her, as much as he wanted to show her what it was like to be fucked with rawness, with tenderness, to give her what she wanted,needed, they had to stop. If she took too much, they’d be screwed. He would pass out and, with no way to replenish himself, they’d never make it out of this shit hole. And there was no telling if or when the Jabberwocky would come back. The bastard hadn’t returned for days, so they had no idea if it was even in Red anymore. “Control yourself,” he said gently, and reached up, placing a hand to her warm cheek.

She snarled again and clamped her jaw tighter, but slowed her drinking. No longer was she pulling more blood into her mouth, but simply enjoying what was already there. Her tongue slowly lapped up what had oozed from beneath her fangs, enticing him toward somethingmore. And he was more than willing to oblige. One hand slid from her hips up to wrap her plait around his fist and his other trailing up her thigh, beneath her dress, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin. She drew in a deep mouthful of his blood and his breath caught.

“Damn, luv,” he choked out. Her fingers met his, guiding them to her panties. As she released his hand, he skimmed his digits over the silken fabric, finding her aroused,wet. “Bring those beautiful lips of yours to mine.”

“Touch me,” Mouse whispered, her jaw loosening slightly. Her hips shifted over him, seeking friction. Ferris slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, brushing her bundle of nerves. Her breath caught as he pressed against her core and rubbed slow circles.

“Relax,” Ferris urged, picking up his pace. He tightened his grip on her plait and her moan skated along his neck, her fangs gently scraping his skin as if she was fighting not to bury them back in. Her hips found a rhythm with him and he shifted to better feel her. His cock strained to be set free of his jeans. To be stroked and licked and fucked. To be inside her, to feel her heat, to make her scream his damn name.

“Ferris,” Mouse begged, voice full of lust. Her tongue swiped the place she’d bit, but she didn’t resume sucking his flesh, her attention moving to the other sensations.

“Come for me, luv,” he rasped, adding more pressure, dipping two fingers into her heat.

Mouse cried out against him, hips jerking. Her fangs threatened to pierce him as she rode her orgasm out on his hand. Ferris lifted his groin up, desperate for more. When Mouse reeled back with a gasp, he released her hair. When it was safe, he would let her drink and drink from anywhere on his body, feed on him as much as she liked. But heneededher to be safe.

“You with me?” His voice was husky with desire, his gaze meeting her violet irises.

She stared back at him with wide eyes. “Ferris, I’m so sorry. I—”

“Hush.” He leaned up on his elbows and captured her lips with his. He tasted his own blood on her mouth and hunger rumbled through him. It was important he feed soon, but first, he needed to sate his other appetite so he could focus on getting Mouse out of there and not how hard he was. His kisses grew harsher, his mind clouded by desire.

Mouse dragged her nails down his chest and fumbled with the zipper. When her hand wrapped around his length, he thrust into her touch.Shit.Her grip tightened and he was lost to the feel of her. Their lips coasted over one another, their tongues caressing, as she used long strokes up and down his cock, her thumb circling his pierced tip. His release built at the base, his balls tightening.

“Fuck, luv. You feel so good,” Ferris growled against her mouth.

His release barreled through him as Mouse continued her perfect pace. “Bloody hell,” he groaned. Stars burst behind his eyes. It felt like he came for ages before she let him go.

Muscles aching, he slowly tucked himself away and sat up. A trail of his blood still ran down Mouse’s chin. He reached out and wiped it away with his thumb. Even in his wildest dreams, he never expected to experience this with Mouse. She’d drank from him so many times and, though it had turned him on, he’d never explored it with her. Only used his hand over and over again. Now, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever resisted asking her if she would want more than blood.

“Are you all right?” His chest heaved.

Mouse nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m a monster. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not. You were stuck behind a wall of rock for days, luv.” Ferris pushed himself to his feet with a pained grunt. He helped her up and lifted her chin, leaning in close. “We both needed it to continue. Besides, I enjoyed it. Ilikeit rough.”

Mouse’s cheeks pinkened. “Still, I shouldn’t have attacked you like that.”

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