He watches me, unblinking and silent, before dragging a finger down his cut on his chest and raising it between us, with the ruby drops racing down his finger. I watch in hunger, holding myself back, but with a cry I grab it and suck it into my mouth, groaning at the taste of him. He moans, his other hand holding my head as I suck and lick his finger clean.
I stop before flinging back, horrified with myself. I skate backwards on my ass and hands as he watches me, the blood slowly dripping down his chest, making my mouth ache again and need blossom inside me. Not just for his body, but for his very essence in his veins. He gets to his knees slowly and crawls to me. I freeze, lying on the floor, trying to force myself to stop. He hovers over me.
“Feed,” he orders, but I have no idea what he is on about.
He swipes his thumb over my lips and brings it between us showing me the blood on it before he sucks it clean. I lick my lips, catching the taste of him, my eyes drifting down to the blood still calling to me.
“Feed,” he growls again.
A dam breaks within me, the scent of him driving me wild until I grab his shoulders and flip us. I hover over his stomach, bending down and licking along the cut. Heat blossoms in my chest, mixing with the warmth from his blood as I swallow it. It spreads throughout my body, and I can feel it moving through my veins until I’m on fire, needing more, needing it all. My pussy pulses as desire smashes into me with such velocity that I cry out, rubbing against his stomach for friction. His hands come to my hips, holding hard but not stopping me as I grind against him, still lapping at the cut.
I lift my head when the blood stops and look at him, panting, no doubt with his blood smeared on my lips and chin, but he doesn’t seem bothered, in fact he looks hungry…for me. One of his hands leaves my hip and traces up until he presses his thumb into my parted lips. I suck it before letting him go. He feels around my teeth, tracing along the gums behind them before stopping to the right of my mouth. He presses down on a sensitive spot there that I didn’t even know I had, and I cry out around his hand, grinding harder against his stomach.
He does the same thing on the other side of my gums before pulling his fingers free. I watch in rapt fascination, not quite in control, as he digs his fingers into the cut on his chest, blood welling onto his fingers. Before I can protest, not that I would right now, he presses them back into my mouth—right over the gums where those sensitive spots were—and I feel something break free, dropping down and slicing open his fingers. Blood trails into my mouth and I swallow it. That fire increases, becoming an inferno burning so hot under my skin that it feels like it’s blistering from the inside out.
“Nightwalker,” he whispers.
Mishal
She’s a fucking nightwalker, a vampire, not human at all. She groans, her eyes wild and pained, the green increasing until they are glowing like lights from her face. My blood drips from her lips and chin, and onto my chest again. She looks fucking beautiful, especially when I pull my fingers back and she whimpers, her big fangs hanging over her bottom lip.
She whimpers again, her eyes scrunching, and I’m betting she is in pain right now. If she has never fed before, her other side will be drinking her from the inside out. I saw the same happen with my brother. If she doesn’t feed, it will consume her until she is rabid, and she will feed on anything or anyone…including herself. Nyre growls in my head, offering to make more cuts so she can feed.
“Feed,” I order, grabbing the back of her head. I expected her to resist, but maybe the hunger or the pain is too much, because she cries out, flashing fang, and darts in. There is no hesitation as she sinks her fangs into my neck, forcing a grunt from my lips.
She is still moving against my stomach, rocking her pussy against me, driving me wild as she sucks at my throat. Each draw of her mouth feels like it’s linked directly to my cock, like she is sucking it. Fuuuccck. Nyre roars in my head, wanting her to sink her fangs into him, but I ignore him as she grabs my face and forces it to the side, giving her better access to my neck to feed. She drinks deep and I hold her head to me, letting her have however much she wants. She moves down my body, her pussy rubbing over my cock in my pants. My balls draw up, my stomach clenching as I grind my teeth, trying not to come just from her fangs in my neck and her riding me through my pants.
She pulls her teeth out and turns my head, biting again and making me roar as I grab her hips and rub her against me, coming so hard I see stars. She whimpers into my neck, her body stilling over me and shaking as I feel her find her release. Shit, if that’s what she feels like through clothes and from her bite—I am lost.
I want to bury my cock so deep inside her so she can have her fangs in my body as I fuck her hard, ringing release after release from her, just to hear those little noises again and watch her body sway on me as she rides me. Nyre agrees, huffing in my head, wanting her to ride him as well.
That can only mean one thing, she is my mate…which is impossible since gods don’t have mates, but the little minx in my arms still slurping down my blood shatters that logic.
She is mine and I plan to make the whole world know.
She lets go of her second bite and sits back, blood still dripping from her mouth and those fangs hanging over her bottom lip as she stares at me with flowing eyes. “You taste so good. I could barely stop.” Her eyes flutter closed and she groans, rubbing herself on me again and my cock re-hardens, ready for her.
She moans, her hands landing on my chest as she throws her head back. She looks like a goddess. Her hair is silkier, her skin brighter, and I can feel the power my blood has given her saturating the air, collecting, willing to do her bidding whatever that may be.
Grabbing her hands, I roll her beneath me and push my hips between her thighs so I can feel her heat along my cock. “You are high on the blood,” I inform her.
Nyre growls in my head, wanting to relieve our mate.
“Fuck me,” she begs.
I grip her cheeks, forcing her to look at me, and I see the haze in her eyes. The first time a nightwalker feeds is supposed to have a drugging effect. “No,” I growl, and she whimpers. “When I fuck you, little one—not if, but when—you will be completely here, and focused on me pounding into that little pussy. Not high on my blood.”
She whimpers again, thrashing beneath me and making Nyre roar. He wants her and doesn’t like her suffering, even if it’s to protect her. “It burns, God, Mishal, it hurts. Please,” she pleads.
My name on her tongue makes me growl and rub harder against her pussy, wanting to be buried there, but I draw back, knowing she would regret it if I took her now. “Drink, little one.” I offer her my wrist and she rips into it, her bite tearing open my skin and making me grunt in satisfaction.
Nyre feels the same way, knowing he is providing for his mate. I might not offer her the satisfaction of release, but she can have my blood as much as she wants, she could drain me fucking dry if she wanted to. Eventually, her feeding slows until she is just licking at the wound before she lets go and drops back to the floor, looking dazed and tired.
She needs to rest so the change can sweep through her body, so it can rebuild her. “Sleep now, little one, I will watch over you.”
I sweep her into my arms, cradling her to my chest as I give my back to the door, blocking her from them. She is limp, barely with it, but I watch her close her eyes with a satisfied, lazy smile on her face.