Page 47 of Trapped for Her Blood
Whichever it is, I don’t want to make it worse. To keep from pressing against him, I let my back arch, and my legs drift back, reducing the risk that I’ll brush against him, even though I feel a strong urge to feel my naked body against his.
“I need…” His breathing is even more labored now. “I should get you out of the water.”
“You’re tired,” I say. “I can swim on my own.”
Instead of responding, he tucks me under one arm and starts swimming, kicking with so much power that the water rushes, almost like I’m being pulled by a speedboat.
Stopping before we hit the edge, he lifts me to sit there, and then gets out himself with one powerful push that lands him on his feet, and I get up as quickly as I can to stand next to him.
While I’m getting up, I can’t help but notice that he’s still hard, or hard again, his erection bouncing up near his abs, but he’s panting, clearly drained.
“You need blood,” I say softly. I can’t be sure that’s why he’s so fatigued, but Zuben seemed certain.
“I can wait.”
“Until the next new moon?”
He shrugs. “Or longer. I avoid feeding.”
“Why avoid it? You need blood to survive and I’m right here and willing.” My gaze drifts over his body and his enormous erection, and I can’t help but wonder how that thing would ever fit inside me, fit insideanyone. Even in human form, bear shifter females must be huge down there.
My still sore insides contract, and I fight to banish any thoughts of sex, and also fight to keep my eyes on his chest, not letting my gaze dip lower and not daring to look directly into his eyes, fearing he’ll be able to tell what I’m thinking.
If Axe feeds from me…
A rush traces through me, remembering how I felt when Ryker took my vein. How his venom energized me, how it made me feel powerful and sexy. Not sex-crazed like I was when I drank Zuben’s blood, but unbelievably aroused and self confident—powerful and quicker to heal. Even if Axe needs sex after biting me, maybe my body will be able to take it.
And Axel needs my help. My gut says he would never hurt me, but will he be able to control himself?
My mind continues to spiral… If Axe was trapped in bear form for decades, then he probably craves sex as badly as he needs blood. That would certainly explain his constant and massive erection.
A wave of desire crashes through me, arching my body along with it, and my breasts rise, coming less than an inch from his body, and we stand silently, still, so close to each other I can sense his body heat radiating into mine.
Axe is unbelievably sexy. If he needs to fuck after feeding, would it be so terrible? My body liked the rough sex with Ryker and recovered so quickly after Ryker took my vein.
For someone who remained a virgin until twenty-five, I’m more than making up for lost time, considering taking a third lover in less than a week. But I refuse to slut shame myself. There’s no doubt that I’m attracted to Axe, no doubt that he’s attracted to me. And he’s helped me so much, protected me, saved me from that killer mob—twice.
It’s not like I plan to have sex witheveryman I’m attracted to going forward, but would it be so bad to offer Axel some relief from that raging hard on, offer him some pleasure, and give both of us comfort given these dire circumstances?
And his breathing is even heavier now, almost labored. Whether he needs sex or not, he needs blood.
I look up into his eyes, and all the air pushes out of my chest.
He’s looking down at me with a ferocious hunger, and his eyes have changed too, growing even brighter, their color more intense. The hunger in his eyes is so obvious, his body’s need so powerful, that I can feel it surround me like a sensuous embrace.
And I feel sure that his hunger is for more than just my blood—he’s hungry forme—and the thought of that fills me with a heady mix of fear and arousal.
My hand lifts to his chest, threading through the soft dark hair there and up toward the claw-like scar, and his breath becomes even more labored, his eyes even more intense.
“Are you certain?” he asks, his fangs showing when he speaks. “I hate how my body needs blood.”
His words stab my heart and make me all the more willing to help him. “I’m sure.” I tip my head to the side, exposing my throat in a demonstration of my willingness. Willingness to at least feed him. The idea of sex with Axe is still terrifying, but he needs my blood and we’ll cross the sex bridge if we come to it.
Sweeping me into his arms, Axe plunges his fangs into my throat.
I gasp at the pinch of pain and then moan as intense pleasure rushes through my entire body.
Like that glorious moment before an orgasm, my body is consumed with ecstasy, but instead of exploding into inner contractions to release the pleasure, the moment extends and expands, keeping me cresting at the peak of pure rapture. His venom flows through by body and I sense how my blood is rushing toward his bite.
