Page 14 of Taste of Blood
When it hits, the orgasm washes over me like a tsunami. Like a fucking volcano exploded inside me. I haven’t come this hard since…
Well, since the last time he blew me.
It takes me a minute to reorient myself and catch my breath, so I don’t notice when Asher’s mouth releases my cock and moves down to my groin. Not until I feel his teeth enter me and the unmistakable rush of my blood being sucked from me.
I should be angry. I should stop him. I didn’t give him permission to feed off me.
I didn’t give him permission to suck my cock either.
Did I?
6: Asher
I CAN’T SAY I’m surprised when Cord practically throws me out of his apartment. I’d done what I’d gone there for, which was reestablishing our connection. I’m still bothered by the fact that he feels I hurt him. I truly never meant to. How could I? I love the man more than life itself.
Knowing I’d be useless at work the rest of the day, I call Elaine and have her clear my schedule for the afternoon and head home. When I get there, I strip down and pull on a pair of shorts and hit my home gym for a strenuous workout. It’s the best stress reliever I know, other than sex. But since the only person I want to have sex with is across town sulking right now, this will have to do.
Despite my best efforts with the weights, I can’t push the sight of Cord coming apart in my hands out of my mind. Yes, he resisted, but that didn’t stop him from responding to my touch. It’s always been a rush for me to bring that man to his knees because, size-wise, he’s the bigger man. The stronger man. The man who always fought my demons for me.
But in the bedroom, he’s the exact opposite. It’s me who takes care of him.
And I love it.
I do another set of pushups, imagining Cord’s hard body trapped beneath mine, before heading for the shower. On the way I grab my phone and call my blood broker.
“Good evening, Lazlo.”
“Mr. Winston. What can I do for you tonight?”
“Send someone over.”
“Male or female?” he asks.
“What do you think?” Like he doesn’t know.
“Male it is. He’ll be there within the hour.”
I can still taste the blood I got from Cord, but it only serves to sharpen my appetite. Blood from other vampires doesn’t nourish us, though it does supply the best high we can get.
By the time I emerge from the shower, the concierge is calling me about a visitor. I tell him to send the man up and wrap a towel around my waist to await him. When the elevator dings, I’m surprised to see a face I recognize. I’ve used him enough to call him a regular, though after the last time, I didn’t think he’d want to return. I’d gotten a little carried away, having just concluded a messy deal with a businessman who came as close to being a murder victim as anyone I’d ever dealt with in all my years.
“Armand,” I greet, motioning for him to follow me to the bedroom.
“How are you today, Asher?” he asks. I notice he doesn’t meet my eyes.
“Better, now. I’m sorry about the way our last session ended.”
He shrugs. “It happens. To be honest, you’re still one of my favorites.”
He starts to strip and I pull off the towel and lean back on my elbows on the bed to watch him. I don’t always indulge in sex with feeding, but there are a few exceptions. Armand is one of them. He’s young and virile and just so…delicious. His skin tastes like honey and his blood is rich and sweet. Plus he has a mouth born for cock. We’re not supposed to play favorites when ordering in, but I’m always happy when they send him over.
Now nude, Armand steps closer to me, stopping at the edge of the bed between my legs. He watches me, eyes hooded, cock straining toward me, awaiting my instructions. I reach out and run my hands over his hips, his pale skin pebbling under my touch. His breath hitches when I cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand.
“Do you like this?”
“Y-yes.”
I wrap my hand around his base and stroke him, slowly at first until I hear his heartbeat speed up. He throws his head back, exposing himself to me, and while ordinarily that would be a dangerous move for someone in his position, he’s an experienced donor who knows what to expect. Just as it is with me, every move is calculated for maximum effect. I imagine I’m not the only one who counts him as a favorite, and that thought sparks a momentary flare of jealousy in me.
