Page 35 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
In response, I press my wrist tighter against his mouth. He licks and suckles against my skin, igniting a fire inside me that burns so hotly, I can’t control the groan that tears through my throat. It’s everything. It’s a kaleidoscope of sensations as his teeth graze across my veins. I shiver in anticipation, and I feel . . . aroused. Like my own sensations and his are mingling together in a dance that’s so potent because it bounces back and forth between the two of us.
I feel every little flicker of desire and hunger that threads through his body as if it was my own. It makes me hungry, and my thighs ache for him. I rub against him, creating a friction I so desperately need. The hand on my hip tightens and travels until he’s cupping my mound. I ride against his hand, and his lips are slow, moving across me.
Then I feel his teeth, and the bite comes. I can barely feel the pain as a river of pleasurable fire courses through my very system. It triggers something deep inside me, shoving me rapidly to that crest of desire until I’m falling, plummeting into nirvana. My orgasm is a slamming, vicious sensation, and I relish in every bit of it. The heel of his palm drags my moans and cries out as long as possible.
My own mind is a mess. I do nothing but feel, my hips rolling faster and faster against him until the sensation ebbs, and he pulls his teeth from my flesh. The tip of his tongue slides against the wound, and I watch with a bit of fascination and breathlessness as it knits itself closed.
Oh. My. Holy. Fuck.
My cheeks flush with embarrassment. Just a little grinding is all it took for me to—
I take a long inhale and count to ten.
“How do you feel?” I whisper on the weakest breath. I figure it’s best to pretend like none of this just happened.
“Revived.” His cock is still hard against me, and even though I just came, a tingling spreads up my clit at the pressure there.
“Good,” I squeak.
We sit for a few more moments, gazes locked. He looks better, refreshed. If a few mere swallows of my blood made him change from dying to healthy as a fucking horse, then I’m curious to see what draining the blood from a victim looks like.
Is that morbid? Am I weird?
My palms press against his chest, and I want to push myself up and away from him. I really do, but he has me hypnotized in his gaze.
“Thank you.” Blood red bleeds over black pupils.
“It’s my fault you were in that situation. I should have been more careful.”
He presses his palms against mine, firmly over the beating of his heart. “You don’t make me do anything I don't want to do.”
“Still. I work alone for a reason—”
“The Sekar are dead, and you’re used to being alone.”
I grit my teeth at his blunt honesty but nod my head.
“There are a lot of things I’m comfortable with. Helping you is one of them.”
I fight to look away, but I can’t. “You shouldn’t want to.” Sekars bring death. He knows that as well as I do. We are blessed as much as we are cursed; it’s why there are only two of us left. Our Lady has claimed us for her own.
His fingers lift to push into the roots of my hair. “How about this. Whenever we feel uncomfortable about something—in any situation—we use a safe word?”
That sounds so ridiculous, I can’t hold back my snort. “A safe word?”
He smirks. “Yeah. Something totally ridiculous like whale dick.”
Laughter bursts out of me.
“No? What about rat snatch? Beef curtains? Dilly stick?” he asks.
My whole body is shaking at the ridiculousness of this whole situation. We were nearly murdered, and he’s throwing out random safe words that sound like they came straight off a porn site.
“Oh, I know. What about kumquat cock?”
Before I even get a chance to reply, Styx lets out a whine. I turn in time to see his whole body explode into a tuft of dark fur and blood. It splatters the walls. It rains down against my hair.
I gape and scramble off of Rue just as the storm of fur clears, and where Styx was sitting, there is now a massive, crouching man.
