Page 80 of Shifting Hearts 1
His belt buckle clinked as he pulled it open. He yanked the leather strap from the loops and whipped the desk with it, causing the angel to jerk. His button and zipper yielded quickly, allowing his throbbing cock to spring free.
Jas took his cock in hand, stroking himself as he continued his feast. It wasn’t enough blood to sate his thirst. His base urges battered against his restraint, urging him to act on instinct.
Darkness ran through his veins as the beast broke free. His eyes no longer saw the angel’s milky skin. The blood wooshing through her body flamed his arousal.
“Tavern,” she called.
He couldn’t hear her as the bloodlust drove him wild. A feral snarl twisted his rugged features, turning him into a grotesque creature.
“Mercy,” Seraphina cried.
“There is no mercy,” he growled as he opened his mouth and pierced the soft skin of her inner thigh.
A guttural scream tore from her throat as her blood flowed freely down his throat. The viscous liquid settled in his stomach. For the first time since he’d become a blood sucker, he almost felt full.
Jas pressed the tip of his middle finger into her pussy, as he withdrew his fangs. He licked over the puncture wounds before covering her skin with his mouth. Her blood intoxicated him more than the bourbon he’d spent lifetimes cultivating. He sucked and licked, massaging the muscle and encouraging the blood to continue flowing, so he wouldn’t need to bite her again.
Her pussy tightened around him as she writhed against his desk. His blood lust hadn’t been culled, but he had to stop. He swiped the pre-cum from his cock head and used it to tease her clit.
He rubbed his cheek against her wounded thigh as he pumped his cock. Jas loomed over her as he came on her pussy. Jet after jet of sticky cum landed on her, mixing with her blood and turning pink.
When he was done, he picked up the tampon and used it to scoop up the cum and stuck it back inside her body.
Her sobs pierced the fog and brought him back to himself. He’d lost all control and proved that he was unredeemable. He quickly bit his finger and used his ability to heal her. The punctured skin quickly knit itself back together as though he’d never tasted her.
The silk tie felt heavy in his hands as he unwound it from her head. Her eyes were wet, and she quickly avoided his gaze. Heneeded to explain, but the apology stuck in his throat. Would any words ring true or did she view him as a monster?
NINE
Seraphina
The moment Jas pulled the knife from the desk, she hopped off the desk and ran into the closet. She slammed the door behind her, knowing that if he wanted to, he could easily tear the wood from the hinges.
She grabbed one of his white dress shirts from the hanger and buried her face in it to muffle her sobs, as she collapsed against the door. She was naked and alone while he knocked from the other side.
“I’m sorry,” he exclaimed.
Despite how difficult an utterance that was for him, his words came too late. The damage had already been done. Once again, she’d been complicit in falling for his seduction. She’d placed trust in him during a moment of intimacy, only for him to violate her and obliterate that trust.
She was confused, not knowing what to do.He apologized,she reminded herself. Holding onto that small glimmer of humanity was the only way she could hold herself together.
He apologized. But could she add this to his growing list of sins and forgive him. He spoke of absolution, but it wasn’t hers to give. He had to find it on his own. She was merely a guide, and a failed one at that.
She wanted tenderness from him. His actions needed to prove the validity of his words. His darkness shattered her. She needed to return to the light, except there wasn’t a window in the closet.
Eventually, she rose from the floor and picked up the shattered pieces of herself, determined to put the edges back together like a puzzle. Jasper was a part of that now. She just had to figure out how he fit and if she could make room for him.
She grabbed a few pieces from her side of the closet where he’d made room for her. Could love grow out of that animalistic beating heart of Jasper’s? He seemed to be a deeply unhappy man. Making excuses to try to justify his behavior was a game she was unwilling to engage in further.
She dressed quickly, determined to confront him. By the time she exited the closet, he was nowhere to be found.
Several days passed and Jasper hadn’t returned to work. Her anger reached its boiling point at his cowardice.
She lamented, “He’s just so infuriating, Mara.”
“So you’ve said.”
“Hundreds of times,” Brock chimed in.
