Page 42 of Fighting for Her Heart
But now that it is my turn to take her vein, a future including daylight lies before me—possibly only days away. A frisson of excitement ripples through me, landing hard in my cock, already semi-stiff since the mention of my upcoming feeding.
“Hey guys!” Ember arrives, standing across the fire from me, and we all rise. Her grin is wide and her happiness adds fuel to the fire, or at least to its heat’s effect on my body.
“No need to stand.” She briefly kisses Ryker, then Axel on her way over to me.
My chest thumps as she reaches up onto her toes to kiss me softly. “Is it nearly time for you to feed?”
My cock twitches and I angle my hips away from her. “Yes. In fact, now would be an opportune time.” I glance toward Ryker and Axel. “Ready gentleman?”
The two have agreed to always be around and prepared when I take Ember’s vein, to reduce the risk of my losing control—the control I’ve managed for over a two hundreds years until it partially cracked when I met Ember.
Evanora arrives at the fire pit, breathing heavily. She clearly tried, unsuccessfully, to keep up with her daughter’s speed.
“Any progress on the magic training?” I ask Evanora, and then glance at Ember whose face tells me all I need to know. “Keep working on it.” I squeeze her upper arm lightly. “You clearly have great powers, but perhaps they are only activated when you are in danger.”
“That’s not how magic works,” Evanora says. “I’ve told you thatnumeroustimes.”
Ember takes my hand, and I smile down at her. The only points of contention between Ember’s mother and me relate to the lines between magic and science. No matter how she claims magic works, I believe in what can be observed, what can be measured, and the only times I have witnessed Ember using her magic, was when she was protecting herself—or one of us.
Until Nora can demonstrate that Ember’s magic works outside of such a situation, I choose to trust the facts.
“Let’s go inside.” Taking my hand, Ember leads me into the house, and the other two men follow.
Nora follows us too, going past the bedroom and into the kitchen where she opens the refrigerator door. I cannot imagine how awkward it must be for Nora to be in this house when one or both of those men are engaged in sexual congress with her daughter, and yet she remains here, never going far from Ember for long.
I suppose that is understandable given how she once lost her daughter for eleven years.
Ember tugs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom, and we stand in front of each other. I look down into her eyes but the longing there makes me turn away.
Axe and Ryker plop down on the bed. Now that the window in here is covered with a thick curtain, the mattress is on the bed frame again, although it is still a wonder to me that this frame has not broken with some of the things I have witnessed, or heard going on in here after I have left.
“Ready?” Ember pulls her hair to one side and tilts her head, exposing her delicate throat.
My mouth goes dry—not just from my desire for her blood but in anticipation of how difficult it will be to leave the room once I have fed.
Supporting her head with one of my hands and her back with my other, I move my mouth close to her throat. My fangs spring out at the ready, but I leave them confined by my lips for the moment, and I inhale deeply, soaking in the sweet scent of her, even more alluring and exotic than it was to me the first time I met her in DEFTA’s senior executive lounge.
My nose brushes over her skin. She sighs, and then my tongue breaks free from its cage to taste her throat, soft as velvet, lightly flavored with the scents of the forest air and smoke from our fire. I lick the length of the tendon at the side of her neck, loving how it quivers, and then I lap lightly behind her ear and back down to the junction of her shoulders.
“Zuben,” she says softly, “you’re going to make me come before you even start to feed.”
“Is that a bad thing?” My cock throbs at her words, and I scrape my fangs over her vein, pushing against her skin.
“Oh!” Her hands shift from my shoulders down to my buttocks.
“Ah!” Now I’m the one with spontaneous utterances.
“Sorry.” Her hands slide off my buttocks and onto my back. “I didn’t mean to break my promise.”
She promised to avoid touching me in any way that would increase my difficulty in resisting her. But I admit that I wish she had left her hands on my backside, no matter the consequences.
Fuck. Forget touching my buttocks through my slacks, what I would love is to have her fingersinsidemy asshole while I fuck her. Or perhaps one of those toys that Ryker purchased in hope of their being of assistance to me. But I cannot allow any of that. There is no chance I can risk anything sexual with Ember ever again.
My fangs are aching intensely, so I give in to the driving urge Icansatisfy, my urge to feed. Piercing her skin and vein, I am instantly rewarded as the hot sweet taste of her blood hits my tongue and then flows down my throat.
My arms tighten around her lithe body as I drink her in, and I’m transported out of the room, out of the country, right off the planet to land in some fantasy world, one where everything is about pleasure that comes without pain, a place where I can forget my past—all that’s been done to me and everything I have done. One where I am able to live in a state of constant, indulgent bliss.
My cock throbs, and she moans.
