One Foot in the Grave

“Don’t fight them,” Bones whispered. “They’re not strong enough to hold you. Relax.” A low chuckle. “Let me work.”

Thus shackled, I could only listen as he moved around. It sounded like he was in the bathroom rummaging through the cabinets, for what I had no idea. Being blindfolded and tied naked to a bed was disconcerting, to say the least, but he didn’t take long before he returned.

Hands trailed over my shoulders and moved lower to cup my breasts. A mouth closed over my nipple, fangs already extended. He laved the peak with his tongue, and then the flatness of his human teeth nibbled it to hardness.

I inhaled sharply when he carefully dug his incisors in next, just short of breaking the skin. He drew stronger on my nipple until ribbons of raw desire shot through me.

“I want to touch you,” I moaned, pulling on the bonds that prevented me.

He clamped his hands over my wrists without breaking contact with his mouth.

“Later.”

His English accent was thicker, and I knew from the brush of his hip that he was naked now as well. Below us the TV switched on, Annette pointedly turning up the volume, but it barely registered to me. Not with Bones increasing the pressure until my nipple felt seared, and there was a sharp stab when his fangs pierced it.

A cry wrenched from me, but not of pain. He made a hoarse noise and began to suck harder, pulling my blood into his mouth. As before when he drank from me, I started to feel warm all over. My breast was positively burning, but I also felt a thrill of apprehension. I’d said anything goes, and Bones wasn’t wasting time.

“Your heart is thundering in my ears, but you won’t fret long,” he murmured, switching to my other breast. “I’m going to knock the fear right out of you.”

I gasped and arched underneath him when he bit me again in the same way. Now both my nipples were sizzled and each breast throbbed with heat. His lips slithered up my arm as he shifted higher in bed, moving off me.

I felt the probe of his tongue on my wrist below where those unseen bonds held me. His mouth covered the spot in the next instant, fangs puncturing so quickly I didn’t even have time to tense.

That same throb from my breasts was now duplicated in my wrist. Hot, pulsing waves beat in accordance with my pulse. If heroin addicts feel anything like this, I thought dizzily as it spread like warm caramel down my arm, then I completely understand why they do it.

“That’s the juice from my fangs you’re feeling,” Bones said throatily. “It’s moving through your veins with every heartbeat. If you were human, I wouldn’t dare bite you more. Too much would drug you, but you’re not human. So I can do this…”

I moaned out loud when he bit my other wrist. Now that sweet unbelievable heat was covering my entire upper body. Good God, but I hadn’t known vampire bites could feel like this, or I might have demanded he drink from me every day.

Bones squeezed my wrists, and I jumped. The pressure seemed to push that warmth deeper in me.

“Don’t move, luv.”

Easier said than done. I wanted to pull on the bonds to have their tautness drive that heat further into me. His skin brushing against my mouth distracted me from that, however, as he slid his body down the length of me and then firmly pinched my nipples. That sudden jab of double fire had me twisting toward him with a cry.

“More!”

He laughed softly. “Oh yes. Much more.”

Anticipation heightened within me when Bones parted my legs and moved between them, one arm underneath my hips. His mouth was so close, but he didn’t do what I wanted him to. Instead he started nuzzling my thigh.

“Bones, please.” The request was ragged. I needed to feel his tongue inside me. Probing me. Licking me.

“Not yet.”

The breath from his words teased me, causing the ache to expand. I gritted my teeth, mentally cursing him.

“Yes. Now.”

“Not yet.”

I was actually going to argue, caught up in a whirlwind of lust from the heat running through me, when Bones bit into my thigh.

My whole body arched, and I inadvertently pulled on the bonds holding me. More liquid fire cascaded in me, tripled by the new flames in my leg, and I came with an internal spasm that left me trembling. Holy shit! He hadn’t even touched me between my legs, and here I was shaking from a 9.0 on the orgasm scale.

Bones’s mouth left my thigh, which was throbbing so hard, it felt like my artery was trying to shove his juices through my veins. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath when a dominating lick deep within me took it away. With his arm under my hips, he pressed me closer, his mouth greedily ravishing my pink flesh. My head fell back while my moans got even louder. Another climax drew near, accelerated by his tongue swirling and stabbing inside me, and then he abruptly stopped.

“Not yet!” I cried in blind need.

“Hold still.”

Bones’s arms hardened around me until I was immobilized from the waist down. A rasp of his mouth against my flesh made me tremble, and then he sealed it over my clitoris and sucked slowly. Deliberately. Even through the numbing ecstasy, something about the way he did it darted trepidation inside me. He couldn’t mean to…?

There was a split second of clarity when I felt his fangs penetrate, and then nothing but white-hot fire. Dimly I felt more suction and heard ear-splitting shrieks, but couldn’t register who made them. One after the other the orgasms convulsed me, shattering me from the inside out. Everything burned and then exploded, only to burn again. Eventually I fell back into awareness, and found the frenzied cries to be coming from me.

My blindfold was off. The strips of his shirt that had held me to the bed frame were severed, and apparently I had torn up the sheets around us. Bones had me pinned underneath him, restrained by his body. The last haze lifted, and his face came into focus.

He wore a purely masculine smile that had passed smug and hovered near conceited. I couldn’t stop shaking, especially when he kissed me and I tasted blood and other things on his tongue.

“Oh, Kitten,” he growled. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed that. I’ve already spilled myself inside you, bloody hell, I thought you’d castrate me with your pleasure. Do you know how long you’ve been whipping around from the effects of my bite?”

Not a clue. “Five minutes?”

To my shock, my voice was hoarse and nearly unrecognizable. He chuckled.

“Try twenty, give or take a few. The police have already come and gone; Annette sent them away. I think the neighbors thought someone was being murdered.”

“Huh?” I croaked, and then gasped when he moved lower and thrust fully inside me with one stroke. That gasp turned into a cry when his pelvis ground into my bitten, throbbing clitoris. It felt like lightning just struck me below the waist.

He groaned in satisfaction. “Feels hot, doesn’t it?”

That didn’t even begin to describe it. “It burns. Burns. God, Bones, it feels so good!” My vehemence surprised me on an internal level, but skin-deep, I wanted more. Needed more, and wasn’t shy about telling him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Bones moved harder, faster, and I reveled in his fierceness. Every thrust sent new heat blasting into me, making me almost insane with desire. His chest flattened my breasts, pressing on my nipples, and he clamped his hands around my wrists. The combined pressures sent me spinning into another orgasm, and yet it still wasn’t enough. I urged him on in between shouts, crying out for more until I couldn’t speak, and when he came, I joined him with a scream that took most of my voice with it.

Bones pulled out of me and left the bed, but I hardly noticed. I couldn’t move, and my heart was beating so rapidly, I felt certain it was dangerous.

He came back moments later, turning me until I lay on my side. His fingers slid between my thighs with something liquid but thicker coating them. He kissed my neck, and then smeared the substance into the crease of my buttocks.