Her throat undulated as she swallowed back her words. “Never been…” She cried out as I scrapped against her neck, my mouth salivating, the toxin leaking from my mouth to slide down her neck in poisonous rivulets. It would take longer absorbing through her skin, but it worked the same way even if it was slower.
I took my finger and swirled it against my spit tracing it down her body. My nail sliced away her clothing like it was nothing but feather light dust and ash. Her heart beat raced and when I got to her panties those split away with the magic of my beastly caress. The tip of my finger pressed gently over her clit. I retracted my nails so I wouldn’t injure her and pressed lower letting the anticipation of pressure build.
“Please.” She hissed clutching my shoulders cute in her demand. She had no idea the evil she grasped in her hands. I tried to protect her. I tried to stay away, but Dorian dangled her in front of me like a carrot. She practically held the good and bad of the world in her palms. Her command meant nothing to me, but I enjoyed it all the same. Never in my long lonely life had I wanted to give a woman the opportunity to top me from the bottom, except this one.
“Alright, lamb. Hang on to me.” She spasmed in a short orgasm as I slipped a single blunt finger barely an inch inside her tight pulsing cunt. My free hand cupped the back of her head tangled in her hair, forcing her neck to elongate. I licked from the ball of her shoulder to her collarbone to under the delicate pale shell of her ear.
She whimpered with the tell-tale combination of unmet desire and the pain to come. I kissed her neck tenderly and opened my mouth to bite as she spoke.
“I’m a virgin.”
My fangs sank deep as my finger tore through her contracting walls below. My ears didn’t quite register her admission as sweet citrus tasting blood filled my mouth in a constant flow. I shut my eyes with the most shame I’d ever felt. The whole reason I owned a sex club was to avoid fucking shit like this. I didn’t do innocent. I didn’t fuck virgins and I certainly didn’t drink their blood. I’d had more than enough lifetimes racked with guilt.
She tensed underneath me. It was my undoing and her fatal mistake.
“No!” Her voice gurgled, and I clamped down tighter. I couldn’t exactly release her as she was currently bleeding out like a mess.
I shut my eyes tight and willed for her to calm down. The more I drank, the more panicked she became, and the wilder I got. I tried stroking her like a good pet, so soft, so obedient, but I realized too late that she only ceased struggling when I’d drunk too much.
“Jane?”
I’d killed my lamb.
I squeezed her until her life flitted away into the night.
“No!” I shook her body in my arms cursing me. I was an animal. I was the monster in the night, doing the very bad things that monsters do.
I tore open my wrist and pressed it against her mouth. I prayed to whoever would listen to my heathen prayer to save her life.
11
First aid with a kiss.
JANE
I woke with a pounding headache like I’d drank too much. My body hurt like I danced way past my bedtime in the club, except for the floating feeling like my feet disappeared. The soreness around my neck was alarming and I reached for it touching a wide cotton bandage I hadn’t left the house with. Halloween had a been a week ago. What the hell had I done last night?
“Shhhh…you’ll be alright lamb.” Hands caressed my skin and I shivered despite being covered. I didn’t want to open my eyes. This was all a bad dream and if I kept my eyes shut it would all go away wouldn’t?
But I knew that voice.
I know you do. Don’t be afraid lamb. I won’t hurt you again.
Again?
My eyes popped open and I both saw and felt him sitting next to me on the bed. I was in a bedroom I didn’t recognize, on a bed that felt too soft and too big to be the one inside my shared apartment. His hand traced up and down my bare arm. I moved to sit up, but he held me down. His hands cupped my shoulder keeping me immobile. I didn’t like the restraint but I didn’t fight him.
“You’re very weak right now. Lay back and go easy. You’re quite the temptation for me.” His eyes had an ethereal glow being so light with his dark hair and tanned skinned.
My hand reached for my sore throat again.
“No. Leave the bandage be.” He commanded.
I felt a pulsing pressure in my head and my hand slipped from neck dropping to the side as if the limb was no longer connected to my body. I knew somehow that it wasn’t paralyze, but the ability to do much more than squirm under his gaze was impossible.
“Who are you?” I croaked out. My captor, or the man who was keeping me here and deflecting my questions cocked his head looking at me with a worried expression. His voice was deep, soothing, but I didn’t want to get sucked back down the rabbit hole. I was here against my will, or at least from my hazy memories it seemed as such.
“Ah, you’re not a prisoner, darling. You are my beloved guest.” The tip of his finger rubbed out the crease in my forehead before cupping my cheek. He was cool to my fevered touch and I liked it despite my confusion.
“Why am I here?”
“You had an accident.” He murmured tucking the sheets around me.
“An accident?”
“Yes.” He replied.
“Oh.” I had no idea what I had except
