Page 13 of Vampire Sins
Luke fluttered his eyes closed as I lowered and inhaled a long magical strand of his endless life force. I wondered if he was immortal, or if this was the kind of magic that had no end that I could feed on forever. He shuddered under the intoxicating compulsion of my power that covered the pain with pleasure that sank into his bones. My powers wrapped around him, just like my muscles contracted around him, as I began long, deliberate movements to bring us both the comfort and ecstasy we desired.
I just wanted to forget that the end of the world was upon us for a few moments. I wanted to indulge in this feeling of what it was like to be a succubus, to feed on a man who only wanted to please me, and who fully knew who and what I was. I hated being a succubus, but I took the effort to enjoy one of the rare acts of sex where I fed, and didn’t hate myself for it. I let myself feed on him because I knew that’s what he wanted from me. He wanted to be punished, to be used… to be loved.
Luke would be weakened by this, but his hands groped and pushed up my bra to take my breasts in a firm squeeze. He encouraged me to keep going, to go faster and faster until I gulped for air.
“Come with me,” he said, his words breathless on his tongue as pleasure rippled through him and fed me more power than I could handle. Red wisps of passion bled into the air and glowed across our skin.
I wasn’t holding back. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me. What Luke wanted was for me to be myself with him, and that meant being a succubus who fed on sex. I never let myself go full-force, but this time I recklessly tossed the gates of my powers open and Luke cried out as raw pleasure wrapped around his cock and twisted through his body.
That explosion fed me with more sexual energy than I’d ever fed on before. I let the tidal wave come and didn’t care when I was swept away by it. The room burst into flashes of red as I cried out with him and pleasure overtook me, turning my vision dark around the edges.
The orgasm lasted for a full thirty, glorious seconds, and then it was over. I slumped over him, my breathing ragged and sweat kissing a cold film across my skin.
He massaged my ass as we silently ground our hips together, inking out the last, lusting bit of our pleasure.
“I understand,” he said at last when his racing heart had finally slowed to a dull thunder. “This is what it’s like to be a succubus, to feed and become overwhelmed by sexual power.”
My vision still rippled with red and even though I’d given in to my most sinful of indulgences, the sickly-sweet aftershock came with a rampage of guilt. I didn’t hide it from Luke as I pulled away and took in the pale, sunken-in cheeks of the cost of my power. “Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I want to lose myself with you without hurting you.” If I was a vampire, there wouldn’t be a price when I threw caution to the wind. I traced the small cuts that lined his pale face. “You might survive, but this is what it’s like when I truly let go.”
He curled his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Tears stung my eyes and he gripped me tight when I began to tremble with unspent sobs. He shushed me and rubbed my back. “It’s okay,” he promised. “I understand why you want to become a vampire.”
He’s the only one I could ever do this with, and even now, guilt tore at me to have hurt him.
Jet, Nate, perhaps even Xavier. They wouldn’t be able to survive my passion.
Closing my eyes with resignation, I was glad that Luke had accepted my choice, but it didn’t change my fears of the process.
Would I still beme? Would I still have these feelings for Luke and the others when I bonded to Xavier on such a fundamental level as blood?
There was only one way to find out.
A Spell
Sonya
I tried calling Jet first.It didn’t matter what Xavier said about this super secret vampire bunker, my four needed to be here for this.
“How did you get a phone?” I asked Luke as he handed me the device.
His mischievous grin was all the answer I received.
Our guest quarters hadn’t come with a phone, but it was stocked with a mini-fridge and a computer with extremely limited internet. Luke fought with it for a while, somehow getting around the firewalls enough to look up the hotel where I’d stayed—stayed being a loose term, more like where I’d been imprisoned.
When I dialed the number and a girl with the rounded sounds of Shanghainese answered the phone, my eyes went wide. I glanced at him. “Uh, do you speak English?”
The rounded sounds turned agitated and I winced.
Luke chuckled and held out his hand. “Allow me.”
Giving him a raised brow, I handed him the phone. He grinned at me before launching into a fluent conversation with the operator.
Damn, that was hot.
Hearing Jet’s native language made my gut twist. I missed him and the nausea only strengthened when I thought about Nate. I’d been so busy escaping Derek that I hadn’t stopped to think if Nate was okay. He was the kind of human who could take care of himself… but he was still human.
Luke nodded, saying his final goodbyes and tapped the phone, ending the call. He smirked. “Will you stop worrying? You’re going get frown lines.”
I glowered. “Succubi don’t wrinkle,” I reminded him. I could frown all I damned wanted.
