Page 44 of Bloody Temptations

“Do it, Finn.” It’s not elegant or poetic. Neither is his pained moan when his body melts against me, his hips riding us both over the edge of pleasure when his teeth finally, finally break through the skin of my neck.

The pain is always a shock, lasting a split second before the overwhelming pleasure takes over. He sucks against the bite and it’s like he’s sucking my cock through the pulls on my neck.

My body trembles with it, unable to do anything but submit to the feelings washing over me. Finn doesn’t let up for a second, his hips driving faster and faster with each pull of my blood.

The savage sound of him feeding fills the room. I can feel the swell of his cock against mine as he gets impossibly harder, driven by the feeding lust. Teetering on the edge of my own orgasm, he sends me careening over the edge when he tears himself off my neck with an angry snarl and kisses my own blood back into me.

My cum explodes between us, my body spasming with the force of it. Finn swallows my cry, our kiss delving deeper like he wants to climb inside of me. I can taste it all on him.

His hips stutter as his own release claims him, pulling back with a shout, his face contorting beautifully, savagely, and covered in blood as he groans my name and paints me with his cum. He rides through it all with short, sharp thrusts that make my over-sensitive cock still trapped against his tingle.

Seemingly exhausted from the exertion of it all, Finn collapses on top of me, mixing our shared release together and smearing it with his shirt when he rolls to the side of his bite. Since he’s right there, and probably in search of some comfort after the incredible high we just experienced, he laps at the wound he made. It’s already beginning to heal. Disappointingly, it’ll be gone by the time that we wake for the evening.

My arm is trapped beneath him, but there is nowhere else I’d rather be, so I wrap my other arm around him and twist our legs together, being careful not to block his access to my neck. Again, not being selfless here, it feels really fucking good and I need it as much as him. My body doesn’t feel entirely in itself and I feel a little woozy from it all. Like coming down from an adrenaline rush.

“Fuck,” I announce to the room, just to release some of the feeling inside me. Beside me, Finn nuzzles in closer, laughing softly.

“Good fuck or bad fuck?” He asks, somewhat tentatively, his fingers tapping on my chest. I squeeze the tight bands of my arms around him and press a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Good fuck. That was definitely a good fuck.” I get another laugh out of him with that one. I even get one of his little snorts. Good thing he’s all tucked into me and can’t see the way my smile softens at the sound. I kiss his head again, just because I want to.

It’s late—much later than we realised. The sun will be up soon. I can feel it pulling me under. It looks like a sleepover is inevitable here. What a shame. Finn must be really fighting the magic of dawn, which explains his sluggishness in my arms.

“It really was,” he mumbles, rubbing his face on my pec sleepily.

He’s still half dressed and we’re both a mess, but I don’t think we’re getting up. I make the effort to shuffle the blanket around, pulling it from underneath us to on top of us with the absolute minimal amount of help from Finn.

We end up wrapped up exactly as we were, Finn succumbing to the magic that takes us over for the day first. I get maybe five minutes to enjoy the peace of it before the magic claims me too, a satisfied smile on my face.

***

In the evening, when I wake up more satisfied than I’ve been in both my lifetimes the bitter disappointment of my empty bed topples me from my lofty high.

On the chair, still sitting where he positioned it to watch me, is a note. Confused and groggy—I’ve never been an evening vamp, or a morning being—I crawl across the bed to snatch it up.

Thanks for an amazing night. Talk soon - F x

The bitterness rises like bile, forcing me back under the safety of my blankets. I’ve woken up to an empty bed after a night with someone before, but this time it feels different. Colder.

Scrunching the note up in my fist, I force my eyes shut. With no work and no Finn, I may as well get some more rest.

Maybe when I wake up again, I’ll find out this was a weird half dream and it won’t hurt quite so badly.

15

Finn

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I think I’ve upsetKai.

Scratch that—I’ve definitely upset Kai.

Which feels really fucking awful because the night at his place after the gardens was the best night of my life.

And now things are off between us.

I knew it was a risk when I left like I did, but when I woke up there was a message from my boss asking if I wanted to come in early to cover a shift. I needed the money, so I said yes without really taking into account having to get back to my place, get cleaned up and then into work on time.

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