On both sides of the first gate sits the other set of doors. Her femoral arteries are the blood supply that is pumping in the blood fueling Zahara’s sexual thirst I could sink my fangs into one of those thighs and sate my blood thirst.
She’s offering me both. Where should I start?
I take a step towards her. My gaze flicks from her dripping cunny to the pulsing beat of the blood beneath her skin. I wrap a hand around her right ankle. With my rough tug, Zahara collapses flat onto her back.
I spread her thighs out, like a butterfly opening its wings. Using my thumb, I brush through the curls of her sex to find her bud. It’s already swollen, filled with the essence she has offered me for my sustenance.
I swipe at it, rubbing her clit in tight circles. Once Zahara is purring from the attention, I give the bud a lick.
Just a taste. It is only the appetizer. And like all appetizers, the bite-sized sample of her clitoris does not fill me.
Slipping two fingers into her tight cunny, I pump my fingers in time to the blood rushing through her artery. In no time, she is trembling, crying out her pleasure to me. The moment I feel her walls clenching around my fingers, I sink my teeth into her thigh.
Zahara screams as I pull. The dual sensations are likely causing a duel inside her. The muscle-clenching pleasure of the orgasm. The piercing bliss that comes from my bite.
I can taste the change in her blood as the endorphins flood her system. It’s the difference between taking no lumps of sugar in a cup of tea and drinking a little bit of tea leaves from the sugar dish. The saccharine taste of her doesn’t rush to my head. It rushes to my groin. The beast wants in on the action. With my mind clear and my veins full, I can’t fathom why that isn’t a good idea.
Chapter 18
Zahara
I’m not sure how long I shake. I’m not sure how long I tremble. I can’t remember a time when my body was still. When my insides weren’t hot and clenching.
Why do people bother getting out of bed in the morning—or at any time of the day, for that matter? This is how I want to spend the rest of my life: having Virius Serrano bring me to orgasm with his mouth, his fingers, and now with his fangs.
I can’t blame Layla the blood donor for volunteering anymore. Had I known the bliss of a bite, I would have lined up outside Club Toxic myself. But she can’t have Virius’ fangs. He’s my man, and the hell if I’ll share.
I look up at my man through glazed eyes. His lips are coated with a gloss of red. I grin to know it’s my blood.
He licks at the droplets on his lower lip, but a sheen remains. It’s not just my blood that paints his lips. It’s also the result of my back-bending orgasm.
“I want more,” I say. “I want all of you.”
I reach for his dick. I expect Virius to step back, to grab my wrists and pin me down. I wouldn’t have minded that. I’ve grown to like being overpowered by him. If another man or beast had tried it, I would have had their balls.
I want Virius’s balls. I want them slapping against my ass as he thrusts into me. And I think I might just get my wish.
Virius doesn’t pull away from me as I grab for Frankie. He leans into my touch. Maybe he’ll let me give him another hand job? I’ll settle for that tonight. But tomorrow he’s going to have to give me the real deal. He won’t have a choice.
Tomorrow night is the lunar eclipse. Neither of us can stop that celestial occurrence. And when it happens, the prophecy will be due.
But I don’t want to think about that. I just want to think of him. I just want to make this man feel happy, to feel whole for as long as we have together.
Virius folds his large hand around mine. We are holding his shaft between us, together.
“I can’t get you pregnant,” he says.
“That’s why I want you now. Because I want you. I don’t want this to be about destiny or duty. I want it to be about me and you. Please.”
His lids shut, and his body shudders.
“Please,” I say again. “I want you.”
Viri’s lips capture mine. His tongue strokes against mine. I taste the metallic tint of my blood and the musky undertones of my orgasm. I am laid out on the bed with his large body covering mine. And still, it’s not enough.
His long, cock is still in my hand. The width of him is so thick that my fingers don’t meet as they wrap around his girth. Viri lets out a guttural moan as I try to angle him downward to my entrance. He shudders when my fingers graze the blunt tip of his cockhead.
There is a war waging on his face. His gaze is heavy-lidded with desire. His lips are pinched together with wariness.
I decide then and there I’m going to win this war. With my free hand, I give him a push. Like a large teddy bear, he rolls over to his back. Like the hunter I am, I mount my quarry.
Spreading my thighs, I straddle Virius. Though I’ve always been a flexible girl, the stretch to get my legs to span his hips is a bit of a challenge. But it’s one I’m up for.
Viri looks up at me with wide eyes. His gaze is no longer heavy-lidded. It burns so brightly, it feels like the sun is on me.
I position myself over his groin. I could probably balance my full body weight on his erection. But that’s not what I want to do with the stiff rod at my disposal. I want that monster inside me. And I want it now.
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