Page 45 of Auctioned for Her Blood
Ashamed, I stop pumping and drop my head down.
“I…I…” Her voice is shaking. “Are you finished?” she asks softly.
“I can be.” I start to slide from inside her.
“No. Please don’t stop. Not for me.” Her hips swivel.
I groan with pleasure at her movement. I’m so fucking close to my climax. “Are you sure?”
Her head nods inside the crook of my arm.
Almost out now, I drive back into her hard and deep, and she’s still so slick with arousal, so tight and warm, and as much as I’ve demanded from her body, mine still craves more. It’s like her juices are addictive and my cock is a junkie.
Cupping her thighs, I bend her legs back toward her and rest her calves on my shoulders, opening her up to me even more fully, and then moving my hands to her shoulders I ram into her, each thrust hard and deep, my drives powered by as much of my vampiric strength as I’d use on an enemy, as I’d use to defend my life.
Her eyes close and her head turns as she explodes around me again, her pussy grabbing hard and fast with waves of violent contractions that I thrust against as if I’m fighting the strongest current, or sailing straight into the highest waves.
Her nails dig into my back as her body thrashes within its tight confines beneath me, increasing my pleasure even further, and then my own climax blinds me, stealing not only my sight but all of my senses. Not to mention any last pretense of control.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.I pound through my climax as my seed shoots inside her. And still, I go on, through an impossibly long release, and it feels like quarts of spunk erupt from inside me.
With one last hard thrust, I collapse and my fangs plunge into her throat.
I acted on instinct, but the moment her blood hits my mouth, regret slams my chest.
When I bit her, I released too much venom, its release mirroring the force of my ejaculation. Not only will my feeding put her to sleep, for hours, it will also rob her memory of our fucking, possibly our whole evening.
But that ship has sailed and I can’t take the venom back, and….her blood is delicious, beyond delicious. The slight taste I had from bursting her cherry, was barely an appetizer to the main course. Ember tastes of summer, of sunshine, of flavors I’d long ago forgotten.
Her legs slip off my shoulders, and I cup her breasts as I feed from her vein, unable to stop myself, drawing long draughts of her blood and relishing not only her taste, but the pleasure it gives me as her blood absorbs into my body, nourishing every cell.
And to make it even better, Ember moans in ecstasy as I feed. All humans feel pleasure during feedings, even after falling asleep, but her hands…Ember’s hands are still moving over my body, almost as if she’s awake.
Unconscious, she explores my back and ass, pulling me closer, and her other hand runs over my neck and through my hair.
“Ryker?” her voice is soft and throaty.
Licking my bite to close it, I pull back, shocked.
How the fuck is she still awake?
Chapter Fifteen
Ember
A million fireworksexplode inside my body, unconfined bombs detonating to release pleasure, euphoria, and…and something I can only identify as power. I’ve never felt so strong, so alive.
Moments ago, while Ryker had me literally pinned beneath him as he thrusted, I felt boneless—like I might never walk, might never move again, or at least like I might sleep for a million years before attempting any movement.
And then, after he ejaculated, I was so out of it I imagined he bit me. But now I’m alert—energized—my blood replaced by caffeine or something much stronger.
And speaking of blood. Ryker is wide-eyed above me, his lips wet with the dark red evidence that his biting my neck wasnotmy imagination.
He did bite me—hard enough to break my skin! Is that a normal part of sex? I don’t think so. It must be some kind of kink? If so, that’s okay with me, as unexpected and strange as it was, I enjoyed it.
“Why?” It’s all I can think to say. The word vampire flashes again but I know he’s a man.
He leaps back off me. “Shit! What have I done?”
