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She knows it too, as her ruby-red eyes glimmer. Her shirt falls to the floor, discarded, followed by her trousers and her underwear. She’s as naked as I am. Only I am hanging from the ceiling and unable to touch her.
She steps up to me. I wriggle as I pull away. But that only makes her smile deepen. She runs a finger from my chin down my throat, between my breasts and all the way to the tip of my pussy.
I jerk back as her finger brushes my clit. It makes her smile wider and I know I’m in a world of trouble tonight.
Chapter33
OCTAVIA
When you spend a thousand years living amongst mortals, your patience wears thin, and I have been patient enough with Red. Tonight she will do as she’s told.
I slide my finger between her folds. Her body jerks on the hook. Her mouth parts as she struggles on tiptoes to pull away.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Good.”
I step close enough that I can inhale the scent of warm skin and the tang of her lust.
I pull my finger away from her pussy and up to her mouth. I push between her lips until she sucks my finger over her tongue, her excitement dripping over her tastebuds.
“Bite,” I say.
She freezes, but her canines draw down, their sharp little points nipping at the side of my finger. Her eyes widen as if she can feel her teeth moving.
“Red, bite.”
She pushes me into place with her tongue and sinks her teeth into the flesh of my index finger. There’s a searing stab. Her eyes roll shut as her excitement and my blood fill her mouth. She moans against me. I pull my finger out and suck the end till it stops bleeding. There’s a dribble of blood in the corner of her mouth. I bend over her and lick it up.
My hand winds its way around the back of her neck, and I yank her to me.
I flick my hair back and bare my throat. She jiggles against the hook and restraints, desperate to touch me. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m in charge.
My thumb curves around the front of her neck, and she swallows, making her throat bob against my thumb. I’m cross enough I could press down and cut off her air. But I don’t. I pull her to me and make her lips meet my throat.
“Take your fill,” I say, and she lunges for my carotid. There’s a needle-like sensation and then the hot threading tug deep in my veins as my blood flows into her mouth.
My body instantly responds, my fangs dropping. “I’m going to bite you.”
She pulls off my throat only long enough to scream, “YES.”
I jerk her into position. I’m done being gentle with her. She moans against me as I angle our bodies so we can both drink, and then I sink my teeth into her neck.
She stiffens under me, pausing her drinking to gasp as I draw blood from her. The chains above rattle, and then she moans as the pleasure takes over.
She lowers her mouth to my neck again, and we both draw sweet claret nectar from each other. She laps hungrily at my neck. The more she takes, the more aroused I grow. But she grows greedy, drinking too fast. It’s wasteful. Blood overflows and spills between her lips, dripping down my chest and coating my breasts.
Her heart rate increases, making her own blood do the same, tumbling down her throat and over her breasts. The exquisite pulse of mutual feeding drives right to my core. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, or maybe it’s hers and I’m feeling myself shifting. Pleasure addles my mind.
I pull off. She does the same. Blood streaks both of our bodies.
“Fuck,” I say as I take in the sight of her strung up for me. Hanging by her wrists, blood painting her tits and torso in the most elegant of patterns.
I lunge forward, licking a long swipe from her pussy all the way up her body and over her chest, where I sink my teeth into the flesh and draw another mouthful of blood. I let the remnants trickle over her skin and stomach, and then I lick an O shape between her breasts.
She glances down, confused at the bloody O over her heart.
“You have something to say?” I ask.
