drink of you so that you may enjoy the present I have for you.”
“You may drink all of me,” he returned, tilting his head to the side for her pleasure. “All that I am is yours and I ask nothing in return.”
“Oh, I do so love an obedient pet,” she giggled, wetting his throat with her hot tongue. Her fingers curled into his chest and drew blood as she sank her teeth into his neck. Pleasure swamped his body and he anticipated the moment she would strip him, throw him down, and then ride him.
But she didn’t. As she drank, he watched as she ran her hand down the front of her body and pressed against her most intimate flesh, pleasuring herself as she fed. Her other hand remained on his chest as she drank him dry, holding him in place so he wasn’t even able to hump her thigh. He didn’t care so long as Mistress Taella was pleased. Weakening as she drank more than he had taken in, he held himself still and prayed he didn’t fall, which would infuriate her. He concentrated on the screams around him to keep him grounded, even though they sounded far off in the distance to his blood-deprived brain.
“Get him cleaned up and bring him to me in ten minutes,” she ordered and he hadn’t even realized she had stopped feeding. Opening his eyes, he saw that she wore her secretive smile and that she was incredibly pleased with herself. Looking at him, her smile grew, “I hope you like my gift.”
“I love it,” he murmured automatically, his tongue thick and his words slurred.
She chuckled as she turned around and sashayed away, her feminine hips swaying with each step she took. It was hypnotizing and he barely paid any attention to the vamps who took him by the arms and led him to one of the houses. There was no gift that was more perfect than what she had already given him.
But then a few minutes later he couldn’t believe what he was seeing: in the midst of the chaos stood his wife. Malorie. Even though she writhed with life that made his gut clench with agony and her body emitted a light that nearly burned his retinas, he was ecstatic to see her. Of course he had to tread carefully because she had always been so insistent that she would rather die than become a vampire.
Fear had lit her eyes when she saw him, fear and… sorrow. She had begged him to kill her but he knew that if she only experienced what it was like to be a vampire she would finally understand and they could be together forever. There was so much he wanted to share with her but she fought him and he knew she would make a spectacular vampire.
Her blood burned his lips as he drank from her, filling him with exquisite pain and it seemed the more he drank the more blood there was to drink. So he sucked and sucked, her blood burning his tongue, his throat, his heart, his lungs, his stomach, his intestines. Drawing more blood into his mouth until his entire body was on fire, he prayed for it to end soon otherwise she would die before he could convert her. Finally, finally, he felt her pulse slowing and knew that it was only another moment and then he’d bite his wrist and give her changed blood back, making her a vampire.
A blinding light exploded within him, around him, and then there was nothing….
Bursting through the surface of the water, he sucked in huge gulps of air. Dragging his body out of the cooled water, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into the adjoining room. Rummaging in the closets, he pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, not caring if they matched or even if they fit properly. As soon as he got some food, some real food and not blood, into his system, he was going to scope out the neighborhood and see if he could discover what happened to Malorie. If, and it was a huge if, she was still alive, he was going to talk to her. Maybe she would know what happened, why he wasn’t dead.
Chapter 3
~ Malorie ~
Present
“Jack!” she cried, flying out of the bed because the last time she had seen her
“You may drink all of me,” he returned, tilting his head to the side for her pleasure. “All that I am is yours and I ask nothing in return.”
“Oh, I do so love an obedient pet,” she giggled, wetting his throat with her hot tongue. Her fingers curled into his chest and drew blood as she sank her teeth into his neck. Pleasure swamped his body and he anticipated the moment she would strip him, throw him down, and then ride him.
But she didn’t. As she drank, he watched as she ran her hand down the front of her body and pressed against her most intimate flesh, pleasuring herself as she fed. Her other hand remained on his chest as she drank him dry, holding him in place so he wasn’t even able to hump her thigh. He didn’t care so long as Mistress Taella was pleased. Weakening as she drank more than he had taken in, he held himself still and prayed he didn’t fall, which would infuriate her. He concentrated on the screams around him to keep him grounded, even though they sounded far off in the distance to his blood-deprived brain.
“Get him cleaned up and bring him to me in ten minutes,” she ordered and he hadn’t even realized she had stopped feeding. Opening his eyes, he saw that she wore her secretive smile and that she was incredibly pleased with herself. Looking at him, her smile grew, “I hope you like my gift.”
“I love it,” he murmured automatically, his tongue thick and his words slurred.
She chuckled as she turned around and sashayed away, her feminine hips swaying with each step she took. It was hypnotizing and he barely paid any attention to the vamps who took him by the arms and led him to one of the houses. There was no gift that was more perfect than what she had already given him.
But then a few minutes later he couldn’t believe what he was seeing: in the midst of the chaos stood his wife. Malorie. Even though she writhed with life that made his gut clench with agony and her body emitted a light that nearly burned his retinas, he was ecstatic to see her. Of course he had to tread carefully because she had always been so insistent that she would rather die than become a vampire.
Fear had lit her eyes when she saw him, fear and… sorrow. She had begged him to kill her but he knew that if she only experienced what it was like to be a vampire she would finally understand and they could be together forever. There was so much he wanted to share with her but she fought him and he knew she would make a spectacular vampire.
Her blood burned his lips as he drank from her, filling him with exquisite pain and it seemed the more he drank the more blood there was to drink. So he sucked and sucked, her blood burning his tongue, his throat, his heart, his lungs, his stomach, his intestines. Drawing more blood into his mouth until his entire body was on fire, he prayed for it to end soon otherwise she would die before he could convert her. Finally, finally, he felt her pulse slowing and knew that it was only another moment and then he’d bite his wrist and give her changed blood back, making her a vampire.
A blinding light exploded within him, around him, and then there was nothing….
Bursting through the surface of the water, he sucked in huge gulps of air. Dragging his body out of the cooled water, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into the adjoining room. Rummaging in the closets, he pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, not caring if they matched or even if they fit properly. As soon as he got some food, some real food and not blood, into his system, he was going to scope out the neighborhood and see if he could discover what happened to Malorie. If, and it was a huge if, she was still alive, he was going to talk to her. Maybe she would know what happened, why he wasn’t dead.
Chapter 3
~ Malorie ~
Present
“Jack!” she cried, flying out of the bed because the last time she had seen her
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