“I’m asking for you.”
I dragged my fangs against the milky white skin of her neck, causing her to shiver.
“Can’t take much,” I whispered. “You donated today, and we can’t have you fainting on me.”
She scored my chest with her nails, drawing what little blood I had left in my body that wasn’t currently centered in my dick, causing me to jerk.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, jerking her hand away.
Before I could so much as ask what the fuck that was for, her mouth was on my chest, licking up the thick droplets of blood that were welling at the cut. Though the cut was healing before her eyes, it still remained open long enough for her to get her fair share of my blood.
“Tricky,” I growled. “Are you wanting me to take more?”
My grin wasn’t angelic in the least.
And the moment I sank my fangs into her neck and tasted that addicting sweetness on my tongue, I lost control.
Our clothes were suddenly gone, and she was pressed up against the one-way glass with nothing covering her but her hair. My cock was at her entrance almost before I consciously made the decision for it to be, and the minute my length slipped inside of her fully, I realized two things.
One, I was so far gone for this woman that I might not be able to find my way out again.
And two, I wanted her more than I wanted anything in my life. Until this day, I would’ve begged, pleaded, stolen, or cajoled to get my daughter back.
But I knew now, that as much as I wanted her back, she was gone.
Acadia, though? She wasn’t. She was very much here.
Very much in my arms.
So hot inside that I wanted to scream out the injustice of not being able to have her every day for the rest of my life. When I wanted her. Where I wanted her.
“Oh, God,” she cried out as I viciously sank my cock inside her willing pussy. “I can feel you in my belly.”
I growled out something incoherent and started to fuck my cock up into her while I pinned her to the glass.
The entire front of her body was plastered to the cool pane, and her hair was tangled around both of our necks as I started to take her harder than I intended.
The woman made me lose my goddamn mind, though.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t function.
The minute my cock was inside of her, I lost all touch with reality.
There was only her. Her pussy, and the way she felt around me.
My balls tightened as I pushed myself inside of her, and I knew that I didn’t have much time.
“You see them out there?” I asked.
She whimpered.
“My boys can see through the glass.”
That was another ability that us older vamps had, the ability to see through mirages. Even one-way mirrors.
“They’re watching you getting fucked. Watching you take my cock inside of you,” I growled into her ear. “Do you like that?”
A rush of wetness washed over my cock that was buried deep inside of her, and I took that for a resounding ‘yes.’
“We can’t,” she breathed. “We can’t.”
“We are,” I informed her, my breath coming in pants now.
That was a miracle in and of itself. I didn’t get breathless. I didn’t get so hung up on a woman that I forgot my rules. Limitations set on myself from fifty some odd years ago that ensured I wouldn’t form any lasting attachments.
But the way this woman, this young woman that stole my ability to fucking think straight, demolished all of my defenses.
She made me feel things I didn’t want to feel. See things that I didn’t want to see. Hear things I didn’t want to hear.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her face pressing against the cool glass as I continued to take her. To pump my hard cock inside of her tight little pussy. “I’m going to come!”
And then she did.
She came so hard that my entire body tensed at the suddenness—the intenseness—of it.
Her insides clamped down on my cock, rendering me unable to see straight as I felt the ripples of her sex clench and unclench around me.
Her juices bathed my cock once again, and I was no longer in control of my body.
It turned onto auto-pilot as I buried my fangs into her neck.
She didn’t disappoint either, turning her head to sink her little teeth into the fisted forearm that was planted directly next to her head.
She didn’t draw blood at first, but when I started to come, I unconsciously willed my skin to break—something I’d only been able to do for a few short years—and forced my blood onto her hot little tongue.
She got more than she ever had before, and I saw the moment she realized that, she wanted to pull away.
I wouldn’t let her. By placing my other fist at the other side of her head so she couldn’t pull away and pinned her to the glass with just my torso and cock alone, I made it to where she had no other choice but to take what I was offering.
And take she did.
One orgasm turned into two, and then two turned into a feeding and fucking frenzy the likes of which I’d never experienced before.
By the time we came down from our high, we were both bloody, and I was trying to get my head to work right again.
We’d somehow formed a power vacuum. I took and produced at the same time I replaced what I was taking. It was an old way of power exchange and had I been any more gone, it might’ve gone a little further than I thought Acadia was willing to go.
It wasn’t every person that wanted to be Made. It wasn’t every person that could handle it, either.
The best way to work up to being a vampire is to give them a steady injection of undead blood over a series of years. While they were getting ‘older’ in years, they weren’t aging, and they were also ingesting the blood that would one day turn them into what both people wanted them to be—a vampire.
That was why so many of the newly turned by younger vampires—a secret that most younger vampires didn’t know as of yet—went crazy. A human body couldn’t handle that much of an influx of power and strength without first being introduced to it. A, because they didn’t have the patience of an older vampire. And B, because it was a sort of power all the older vampires wielded over the younger ones.
It kept them from getting too big for their britches, so to speak.
If they didn’t know how to amass an army, one that was rational and able to function fully, then they couldn’t use said army against us when they inevitably stepped out of line and thought they were at the top of the food chain. In reality, they were little more than a drop of semen on the inside of their mother’s cunt in the grand scheme of things.
Needless to say, by the time I came back around, I was so sated that I could barely form coherent thoughts.
“They can’t really see, can they?” she breathed.
I turned to where my boys were trying really hard not to look up here, to watch what was going on right before their eyes, and lied my ass off.
“Of course not.”
I pulled out of her and away, allowing her the time to step away from the window.
My semen dripped down her leg in a long line, and I felt my cock start to harden again. The visual she left me with was enough to cause me to rethink my duties. To rethink my rules and remake them to fit better around her.
That was all swept out the proverbial window when one second I was standing there, admiring her beautiful body, and the next the front door of my club was being blown off its hinges as human activists poured inside immediately following the explosion.