Page 193 of The Midnight Order
“Tenebris,” she breathes.
“Good girl.”
“I won’t use it.”
“There’s no shame if you do.”
Hovering over her lips, I breathe in her next exhale as if it’ll give me the sustenance I need, but it only spikes more hunger through me, deeper into the dark caverns in my stomach.
“I’m going to feast on you, sweet girl. And then, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t ever question the darker nature of me again.”
She groans, her glassy eyes tracking me as I slide down her body, nipping my fangs down her skin along the way.
My ear presses to her pussy, sliding across to her upper thigh as I listen for the telltale thrum of my favorite artery.
The femoral.
“Ahh, there it is,” I whisper, kissing over where it runs deeply along her inguinal ligament, too deep for me to get my fangs into it.
Silver moans, arching her pelvis off the bed into my mouth. I give her another appreciative brush of my lips, running along the medial edge of her thigh. When I scent its proximity, her sweet blood rushing through it, headed for her heart as it beats in overtime to my nearness, a dark chuckle rumbles out of me.
“You’re about to become my favorite meal. Don’t hold back. Let them hear you scream!”
Shock and worry flutter in her eyes, but I don’t give her time to let them settle. I strike hard and fast, dosing her femoral with every ounce of venom that I can.
There’s a reason I love to feed from this particular spot. Even if it’s Corvin, my venom hits the heart quicker and more potent.
Silver doesn’t disappoint. Her body convulses, and her screams are loud and so fucking alluring as I swallow mouthfuls of her blood.
My eyes shutter, my brain stuttering as her rich flavor drags me under in heady waves. Pre-cum leaks from me, seeping into the duvet beneath us, and I know Corvin will behead me if I get one drop of her blood on it.
But I don’t care.
Laving at the wound I created, I close it.
Not because I’m nearly done, but because I don’t want to take too much.
Silver’s becoming my favorite new toy; I can’t bleed her dry.
I don’t give her a moment to recover before I position myself between her thighs, grab hold of her throat snugly, and sink inside her unforgiving pussy.
“That’s a girl; hug me tight. Fuck, you feel so good.” My unoccupied hand grips the headboard, giving me leverage to fuck her with every ounce of built-up tension I’ve been waiting to unleash on her.
Her mouth gapes, begging for air with her eyes, so I give her a breath.
She chokes on it as I hover my hand over her throat. “You need to use your word?”
She shakes her head. “No! Please. Oh, God,” she whimpers, closing her eyes.
“Look at me!” I bellow, my voice rending through the room. “You will always have those pretty eyes on me when I’m in your pussy. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she answers, and a darker side of me snarls.
“Sir,” Corvin says, and I nearly miss my next deep thrust as I realize he’d snuck in the room. “He likes to be called Sir in this state.”
“Yes, Sir,” Silver breathes out, licking her lips as her eyes fight to open.
“Eyes on me, my pretty little Silver,” I remind her, and she snaps those baby blues toward me.
