Page 18 of The Vampire's Thirst
“You need it to heal?”
He nodded.
“It better not hurt. Go ahead.”
Chiara angled her neck. When his fangs slid into her flesh, she cried out his name. Her gasp changed to a moan as the pain inhibitor in his bite hit.
His cock hard, Dax groaned while he rocked against Chiara’s thigh. Back and forth. Teasing his groin. His balls were about to explode.
Gahya.Never had anyone tasted so delicious. He was right. Honey, lavender, vanilla. Human but not. He was too euphoric to consider the dilemma. She just was. On his tongue, coating his throat, her blood was an addictive flavor.
Chiara’s hips rose off the bed as she arched into his thrusts. “Dax. Please.”
He didn’t know why she begged. Did she want him to stop? Did she want more?
He withdrew his fangs, stopping before he took too much. When he licked her wound to close it, his hand dropped to squeeze Chiara’s breast, his hips still undulating, his cock painfully rubbing against his zipper.
“Yes, Dax.” Her breathing was shallow, choppy.
He pulled her peasant blouse far off her shoulders, exposing a sensible white bra. He lifted a warm mound of flesh out of a cup. Bending his head, he sucked her plump nipple into his mouth, nipping it, licking it until it was a pebbled nub.
His arousal painful, Dax unzipped his pants to palm his shaft, stroking. Up. Down. Faster. Again. Once. Twice.
“Damn, Gahya. Yes,” he roared. His seed erupted. He froze as it continued to spill. When it finally stopped, he threw a leg off her and collapsed onto the bed beside her, his arms limp at his side.
I humped a little gypsy skirt’s leg, shot my wad milking my own cock. I’m no better than some pre-Awakened randy male vamp. What am I thinking?
“You oaf. I said you could have dinner, not get your rocks off.”
Two red punctures marred Chiara’s neck where he’d fed. Despite his healing saliva, she carried his mark. His palm flattened on his aching chest. Guilt?Hell, no. He was proud.
Chiara wiggled as far away from him as her bound arms allowed.
Dax pushed to the edge of the bed. He tucked himself into his pants and zipped up.
Humiliating. I haven’t done that since… Nope. Since never.
And his release had gone on and on. Especially considering his cock’s intimate relationship had been with his hand.
“You moaned when I fed,” he mumbled. A weak-ass defense.
“What? Is a moan code for you get to diddle yourself until you come all over my bedspread? Well, you’ve eaten lunch followed by a perverted quickie. Maybe you can untie me, fanghole.”
He rose and adjusted his pants, his cock still wanting Chiara.Amazing. He was fully sated with her blood, but he still ached for this human female. He snapped the rope from her wrists. “Again with the insults, kid. Watch your mouth.”
“Really? My language offends you? That’s a laugh. You sucked my blood. Which wasn’t a bad experience, by the way. And proceeded to fondle me while you gave yourself a hand job. But my calling you a fanghole is offensive.”
She rubbed the rope burns on her skin.
Watching, Dax lifted his finger to his mouth, slicing it across a sharp canine. “Here. Let me.”
Chiara pulled her brows tight but allowed him to smear blood over her wounds. They healed instantly. “I’d thank you, but it’s your fault it happened.”
“I needed the nourishment. It’s how I survive. No apology.”
“Find another donor next time if you’re gonna Jolly your Roger again.”
“Your mouth could do with a good soaping.” When Dax leaned toward her, Chiara raised a hand.
