deciding to.
NINE
R une’s black wine hit her veins, carrying fire throughout every inch of her. It drugged her, made her head spin, her flesh burn! Blood drunk. Lust drunk.
How had she gone so long without biting another? Her pierced nipples tightened. Her clitoris throbbed. Her thong was soaked.
Heat poured off his body as he thrust his dick over her. His groans vibrated her aching fangs. He was about to come! She wasn’t far behind. She ground against him for more friction.
When her skirt bunched up at her waist, he gripped her ass, claws digging into her skin. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” His cock pulsed against her. “Can’t hold on much longer!”
She moaned, pawing at his back to get closer.
“Drain me of it, then!” His heart thundered, pumping dark wine for her. “Take. More.”
Before, she’d sampled him lightly, unsure how to drink. Now instinct ruled her. She drew from him.
Hard.
“Uhhhnnn!”
Every muscle in his body strained. “Yes, suck me! Feels like my cock’ll explode!” He grunted, groaned, shoving his hips.
“Fuckyessogoodsogood.”
Crazed, he pinned her against the wall, thrusting in a frenzy, shoving his dick between their grinding bodies. On the brink, she writhed to meet him.
“Can’t hold back . . . can’t hold out!” Between his ragged breaths, words from a foreign language spilled from his tongue. He was finishing! No, too soon!
“
Ahhh, gods!”
His hips surged between her thighs. “I’m . . . I’m . . . COMING!” His big body jerked. He threw his head back to yell.
His throat muscles milked her fangs as he bellowed to the sky again and again. . . .
When his hips gradually slowed and he gave a low groan of satisfaction, the sound of his yells was still echoing through the night. The
city
.
She remained on fire, subtly rocking on him, wanting this bite never to end. She’d done it, had drunk from another! And his tanned skin had been the cherry on top of his luscious blood. The act had been like sex—except this had been good. Like the best sex she’d ever imagined.
With that bite, she’d known the connection she’d dreamed about.
He released her hair, so she reluctantly withdrew her fangs with a last greedy lick that made him moan.
Catching his breath, he pressed both hands against the wall. He didn’t need to hold her; Jo’s claws were sunk into his back, her limbs coiled around him. The side of her face rested against his.
Moments passed like this.
What do I do? Say?
She hoped they weren’t fighting anymore. The trinket had been a good trade for his blood.
She wanted to get off with him, and then drink again. Or both at the same time!
He pulled his head back to stare down at her, astonishment in every line of his face. His magenta irises had darkened, and fissures of black forked out from them. Was that typical for a dark fey? Very cool.
In a hoarse voice, he said, “You made me come so hard I thought I would spill seed.”
He hadn’t? His dick still pulsed against her belly, but her skin was dry.
As if in a trance, he raised his hand to her mouth. He rubbed his ringed thumb along her bottom lip, collecting drops of blood she’d spilled. He offered them back to her.
She daubed her tongue to his thumb. Delectable.
Had he ruined her for other blood?
“Suck it,” he commanded her.
When she drew his thumb into her mouth, his lids went heavy. “So damned beautiful. I don’t know how this is possible, female. But the plans I have for you . . . I’m going to eat you alive.”
Earlier, she’d considered him somewhat attractive. Now that she knew what he tasted like, his craggy features took on a whole new aspect. Not to mention that he was supernaturally strong and fast.
Like me.
Plus, he was digging her hard. She admitted to herself she was digging him back. Understandable, since his big dick was still in her panties and he was gazing down at her with an enthralled look.
After the wedding night she’d spent with the romantic groom,
NINE
R une’s black wine hit her veins, carrying fire throughout every inch of her. It drugged her, made her head spin, her flesh burn! Blood drunk. Lust drunk.
How had she gone so long without biting another? Her pierced nipples tightened. Her clitoris throbbed. Her thong was soaked.
Heat poured off his body as he thrust his dick over her. His groans vibrated her aching fangs. He was about to come! She wasn’t far behind. She ground against him for more friction.
When her skirt bunched up at her waist, he gripped her ass, claws digging into her skin. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” His cock pulsed against her. “Can’t hold on much longer!”
She moaned, pawing at his back to get closer.
“Drain me of it, then!” His heart thundered, pumping dark wine for her. “Take. More.”
Before, she’d sampled him lightly, unsure how to drink. Now instinct ruled her. She drew from him.
Hard.
“Uhhhnnn!”
Every muscle in his body strained. “Yes, suck me! Feels like my cock’ll explode!” He grunted, groaned, shoving his hips.
“Fuckyessogoodsogood.”
Crazed, he pinned her against the wall, thrusting in a frenzy, shoving his dick between their grinding bodies. On the brink, she writhed to meet him.
“Can’t hold back . . . can’t hold out!” Between his ragged breaths, words from a foreign language spilled from his tongue. He was finishing! No, too soon!
“
Ahhh, gods!”
His hips surged between her thighs. “I’m . . . I’m . . . COMING!” His big body jerked. He threw his head back to yell.
His throat muscles milked her fangs as he bellowed to the sky again and again. . . .
When his hips gradually slowed and he gave a low groan of satisfaction, the sound of his yells was still echoing through the night. The
city
.
She remained on fire, subtly rocking on him, wanting this bite never to end. She’d done it, had drunk from another! And his tanned skin had been the cherry on top of his luscious blood. The act had been like sex—except this had been good. Like the best sex she’d ever imagined.
With that bite, she’d known the connection she’d dreamed about.
He released her hair, so she reluctantly withdrew her fangs with a last greedy lick that made him moan.
Catching his breath, he pressed both hands against the wall. He didn’t need to hold her; Jo’s claws were sunk into his back, her limbs coiled around him. The side of her face rested against his.
Moments passed like this.
What do I do? Say?
She hoped they weren’t fighting anymore. The trinket had been a good trade for his blood.
She wanted to get off with him, and then drink again. Or both at the same time!
He pulled his head back to stare down at her, astonishment in every line of his face. His magenta irises had darkened, and fissures of black forked out from them. Was that typical for a dark fey? Very cool.
In a hoarse voice, he said, “You made me come so hard I thought I would spill seed.”
He hadn’t? His dick still pulsed against her belly, but her skin was dry.
As if in a trance, he raised his hand to her mouth. He rubbed his ringed thumb along her bottom lip, collecting drops of blood she’d spilled. He offered them back to her.
She daubed her tongue to his thumb. Delectable.
Had he ruined her for other blood?
“Suck it,” he commanded her.
When she drew his thumb into her mouth, his lids went heavy. “So damned beautiful. I don’t know how this is possible, female. But the plans I have for you . . . I’m going to eat you alive.”
Earlier, she’d considered him somewhat attractive. Now that she knew what he tasted like, his craggy features took on a whole new aspect. Not to mention that he was supernaturally strong and fast.
Like me.
Plus, he was digging her hard. She admitted to herself she was digging him back. Understandable, since his big dick was still in her panties and he was gazing down at her with an enthralled look.
After the wedding night she’d spent with the romantic groom,
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