Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Or, at least, it does for a moment.
In the next, there’s nothing but complete and utter bliss.
I make a choked sound, and he reaches up and cups my chin. His tongue slicks over my throat and he pauses to speak. “Shhh. Just a little more. Cease your squirming.”
Am I squirming? It’s hard to tell because a complete and utter orgasm is making its way through my system. I pant, shocked at the ferocious desire that’s flooding through me, all because of his bite. His teeth sink in again, the sound wet and strangely sensual, and I moan. This time, my hips lift in place, as if I could somehow rub against the air and orgasm.
He groans, the sound raw and ragged, his teeth still sunk deep in place. Vlad’s hand goes to my belly, and I grab it, desperate to climax, and pull him lower, under my tunic and between my thighs. The noise he makes tells me that he’s just as into it as I am, and I guide that hand to my tiny panties and push them aside so he can touch me.
His fingers skim over the folds of my pussy, exploring me, and then his teeth are gone from my throat and he’s licking the hot, throbbing spot on my neck, and I wish he was licking the hot, throbbing spot between my thighs. “You taste so good, Dana,” he tells me, his whisper reverent. “Blood tastes so much better from you.”
I whimper, pulling two of his fingers together and then guiding them to my clit. “Watch your claws.”
Then, using his hand, I show him how to touch me there, how to rub gentle circles over that nub of flesh until I’m writhing. He takes another sip from my throat even as he touches me, and the combination of his bite and his fingers makes me climax so hard that I see stars.
It takes me a moment to recover. Longer than a moment, really. I probably sit in his lap, panting and dazed, for a good ten or twenty minutes. All the while, he licks the wound he made in my throat and murmurs to me about how delicious I tasted, and how much he enjoyed drinking from me. He was careful with me the entire time, and there’s not even a scratch from his deadly claws. His nose grazes my skin, and I let out a little sigh of happiness.
It’s been a long time since I’ve come. A really freaking long time. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that. I feel good now, though. Relaxed and dreamy, and strangely enough, I feel protected. Like Vlad’s going to look out for me and take care of me. “Well . . . that was . . . whew. Did . . . did you get enough?”
His lips brush over the side of my neck again, as if he can’t help himself. “I did. It’s so potent when it comes directly from you. I didn’t need to take much.”
I want to stretch. No, actually, I want to preen I feel so darn good. “I’m glad, because I have a feeling we’re both going to want to do that, over and over again.”
Vlad chuckles, the sound rusty, as if he’s never had a reason to laugh before. “Did you enjoy my touch, then?” His hand slips between my thighs and caresses me, then cups my pussy casually as if to say that it belongs to him.
“I didn’t hate it,” I say, quivering.
“I didn’t hate it, either.”
Chapter Eight
Vlad
One Week Later
Dana is perched in my lap, her fingers flying over the computer console as she searches for information. “We’re lucky you know what you’re doing,” I tell her, even as I nuzzle her sweet-smelling neck. “If it were up to me, we’d be lost.”
Her pulse speeds up under my caress, and she wriggles in my arms, laughing. “You’re tickling me. And I told you already, it took me years to learn the Homeworld written language. My old mistress had vision problems, so she had me use all her devices. She thought I had a brain. One of the few decent aliens I’ve met . . . present company excluded, of course.”
“Mmm.” I don’t think of myself as an alien. I’m not one of the mesakkah, nor one of any of the other races she’s shown me pictures of. I’m a splice, a genetically modified creature that’s a little of several things that no one wants to claim. “You forget. I am a vampire.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” She tilts her head, her hair sliding to the side and exposing her neck. Pink marks mottle her skin from where I’ve bitten her, sending a wave of possessive pleasure through me at the sight. “The fact that you’re a vampire means that our criteria for a safe retreat is slightly different than if it were just me.”