Page 25 of Grotesque
Cool hands guided me back onto a plush surface. He had me against the bed. I reached for the blindfold, my fingers digging into the underside of the fabric when he caught my wrist.
“The blindfold stays on,” he growled.
“Please,” I whispered. I’d pulled the material up just enough that I could see the shine of his boots framing my bare feet.
He pulled my hand firmly, forcing the blindfold back in place and me into darkness.
His icy touch slid over the curve of my waist, steadying the tremors that now wracked my body. One remained planted while his other slid languidly up my front. He brushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing that side of my neck to the warm air.
Lips to skin. Teeth on my neck.
He was a vampire. He was avampire, and he was going to rip my throat out.
Twin needles sank into my skin. The prick was sharp and thrilling, followed by a lush blanket of warmth that swam over my body; head to toe. I hadn’t realized I’d latched hold to the front of his shirt until my grip weakened. That line to my center intensified. It was throbbing now, and my breath was coming inragged gasps as something akin to desire dripped between my thighs.
The hand on my hip turned, and he slid his fingers beneath the band of my underwear, pushing them down.
A flutter of panic blazed white-hot in my mind, then was gone as the sensation at my neck intensified, pulling me into a lavish embrace.
Eventually the pressure eased, giving way to something warm and wet. He was licking me, but it felt odd. Like his tongue was split in two. My head was full of fog, knees weak as I slumped against the bed, falling onto my back.
He followed me down. “Consider this a consolation prize,” he murmured against my lips.
What was he talking about?
His cold hands slid down either side of my waist, down until he gripped my knees and forced them apart. The elastic of my underwear kept my ankles trapped. Wait–
The delicious flick of a warm tongue swept across my pussy. Except I was already slick, the strain of his game unspooling all the tension in my body. A strangled sound came from my throat in surprise. I bucked against him when he did it a second time and remained there, his tongue working slowly over my slit.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped.
“You are even more delicious here. Sweet Sorcha, you are a feast,” he hissed. Another lash of his tongue had me seeing stars.
I slammed my palm into the top of his head and tensed when his lips fastened over my clit. A stranger was eating out my pussy and instead of trying to fight him off I was holding onto him. Holding him right there– Oh fuck. Yes.Rightthere.
He hummed against me, sending thrilling vibrations straight to my core. He worked his mouth lower, back over my folds and then slipped his tongue inside me. A tongue that shouldn’t bethat thick or that long and…who fucking cared? I’d never felt anything so divine. I dug my nails into the top of his head.
Soft caresses made their way across my thighs. His fingers took the place of his tongue as he withdrew, stroking the outside of my pussy slowly.
“Should I stop?” His voice was low and indulgent.
The taste of copper burst across my tongue when I bit my lip too hard. He should. Of course he should, but I was so close to the edge that I didn’t want him to.
I shook my head.
“Tell me,” he said, those two words coated with desire. The same twin pricks I’d felt against my neck fastened to the inside of the thigh he lifted over his shoulder.
I winced, leaning into the pain, seeking it out.
He slipped a finger inside of me, working it slowly until a second joined it. I tensed, expecting to feel the sharp claws I had felt previously, but there was only the soft pad of his fingers gliding in and out of me.
“You’re sick. You’re a devil,” I gritted even as I leaned into his delicious touch.
“That I am,” he said with a laugh. He twisted his fingers, angling them up as he started rubbing.
I shifted up on my toes, trying to get his mouth back on my center. My hand slipped across his scalp, knocking into something cool and hard on the top of his head. My heart slammed against my chest.
“A man, or what I thought was a man, walked out of the house.... he had big horns coming out of his head.”
