EVEN VAMPIRES GET THE BLUES

His eyes lit with mingled humor and arousal. 'Ah, you wish to role-play? Normally I prefer to be the aggressor, but if it will please you, I suppose I can give in to your demands.'

The touch of his mouth on mine sent familiar zings of pleasure through me, heightening my anticipation of the moment when I would taste his desire. I couldn't wait and slipped my tongue into his mouth, teasing his until it followed mine back into my mouth.

'Ow!' His head snapped back in surprise.

'It just happened,' I said, running my tongue carefully over the unexpected sharp, elongated points of my canine teeth. 'When I bit your ear, suddenly these… they just were there. Where did they come from? Why do I have them? I thought you said I didn't have to drink blood? Can I get rid of them or am I stuck with them? What am I going to tell people?'

He laughed, pulling me close against him, kissing me again, but carefully this time. 'You're Moravian now, sweetheart. You have the sharp canines because you can, if you choose to, drink blood. Your body will process it and use it as fuel just as it does food. Your body is low on blood now, and wants you to take in more. That's why they manifested—you can pull them back if they bother you, otherwise they will be gone when your body no longer craves blood.'

'But why did they pop out now?' I asked, flinching when the point of one of my new fangs pierced my tongue. A bead of blood welled up, sharp with a copper taste, no different from any other time I'd bitten my tongue.

'Sexual arousal is closely linked to bloodlust. Your body is craving both from me. Do you want me to feed you?'

'Blood?' I asked, half repulsed, half intrigued by the idea. 'I don't know—it's never been anything that's attracted me, but…' I stopped, unable to put the strange new feelings I felt into words. My blood did nothing for me, nor did I particularly enjoy the drop of Paen's blood I'd tasted when we Joined, but now the thought of taking into me his life force was strangely compelling.

'It's an acquired taste,' he said, a wry smile on his lips. 'Why don't we give you a little taste without demanding too much?' He nipped the tip of his finger until a couple of drops shone vermilion against his skin.

'Ready?' he asked, giving me his finger.

I eyed the blood on it. 'I don't know if I'll ever be ready for this,' I grumbled, but took the tip of his finger into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, the drops of blood spreading quickly. There was no bitterness, no coppery blood taste—just a spicy, heavy flavor reminiscent of mulled wine. Oh! It doesn't taste like mine at all. This is good! Is this what it's like for you, too?

Only with you, love, he answered, gently pulling his finger from my mouth.

'Why only with me?' I asked, licking my lips, the taste of him still lingering. A need for more rose inside me with a roar that almost drowned out the endless howl of torment that the loss of my soul had left, but I fought it down, forcing the fangs back into normal canines. Paen was hungry, too, and couldn't afford to lose blood any more than I could.

'You're my Beloved. Your blood is like ambrosia to me.'

'Oh,' I said, flattered. I stepped back to the bed, assuming a seductive position in the middle of it. 'I'm sorry I can't be your smorgasbord tonight. I can feel how hungry you are. But perhaps we can take your mind off of that for a little bit?'

'That, sweetheart, won't be difficult to do.' The bed dipped as he joined me, kneeling next to me. 'I believe it's my turn again, yes?'

'Oh yes,' I said, letting him roll me onto my back, pulling my legs so my calves rested alongside his thighs. I wanted to caress the arousal that waved so happily at me, but lay back when he ordered me to stop distracting him.

'You're bossy,' I said, squirming as his head dipped down and he swirled his tongue around my belly button.

'Yes, and you like it.'

'Not really.' His tongue licked a path up toward my breasts. 'Oh, all right, just a little.'

'Just a little, hmm? So if I were to tell you that I was going to suck your delicious breasts until you were on the verge of coming, at which point I concentrated my attentions on those highly sensitive ears of yours, what would you do?'

'Breasts,' I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders and pulling him forward. 'Ears! Right now!'

'And who is the bossy one now?' he asked just before taking the tip of an aching breast into his mouth. His hand slid over to my other breast, his fingers ignoring everything but the tight nipple that was demanding equal time. I'd never thought my breasts were particularly sensitive before, but the feeling of his hot mouth and dancing tongue changed my mind. He sucked, he licked, he teased and tasted and tormented until I was writhing beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure rocking my body.

'Have you ever thought of piercing your nipples?' he asked, grinning wickedly as he paused a moment while paying equal attention to my second breast. His fangs flashed in the soft light, his eyes glowing with arousal and want and, yes, love.

'No!' I shouted, arching my back so my breast would receive what it wanted. 'Yes! Do it! Hurry, before I die!'

The moment before he bit the very tip of my nipple was excruciating, not with pain, but with anticipation.

When his teeth nipped my breast, the sharp burst of pain melted almost immediately into something akin to a drug rush as he sucked off the resulting drop of blood, his tongue swirling over the abused flesh like the softest velvet.

It was heaven, it was ecstasy, it was absolutely the most divine feeling I'd ever experienced… until he shifted and his mouth touched my ears at the same time he entered my body. I screamed, my hands digging into his flesh as he filled me with more than steely flesh—he filled the empty spaces inside me with happiness and warmth… and love. It was like a brilliant ray of sunshine piercing a stormy sky.

My fingernails raked down his back as I grabbed his butt, shifting my hips and pulling him deeper. 'I want you inside me!' I cried.

'Sweetheart, if I was any more inside you, I'd be coming out your mouth,' he said, moaning as I wrapped my legs around his hips and thrust up hard as he bit the top of my ear.

'I want you in me. I want all of you in me,' I begged, the world starting to come apart as a familiar rush of rapture built. Unable to stop myself, I bit his shoulder, not a love bite, but one intended to draw blood. As my teeth pierced his skin his back arched in surprise, pulling away from me. I threw my weight onto him, sending him falling over backward onto his back. I knelt for a moment to drink in the sight of him. He was so beautiful, so masculine, but it wasn't the outside of him that I craved—it was his heart and soul and very being that I wanted.

He growled at me, actually growled as I crawled up his body, my breasts brushing the wet length of his penis. 'Sam, I told you, I like to be the one in charge.'

'Fine,' I said, pausing to bite his hip. He gasped in surprise. I smiled as I licked up the drop of blood that welled from his skin. I flicked my tongue over first one nipple, then the other. He held his breath for a moment, clearly wondering if I was going to bite his nipple as he had done mine. I smiled reassuringly at him for a moment, then leaned down and bit an area on his rib cage. 'Order me what to do, then.'

He shivered as I sucked a couple of drops of blood, then without a word pulled his legs up to provide a backrest for me, grabbed my hips, and before I could do so much as utter a gasp of my own, impaled me. 'Love me!' he demanded, pulling me down for a kiss, his hands urging me into a fast rhythm. I bit his tongue.

'Sam!' he snarled, pulling back. I leaned forward and bit his lip.

'I love you, Paen. Now fill me! Fill every inch of me. I want all of you!'

His mind flooded me with the emotions and sensations that racked him, the light from his love almost blinding me. I felt the elation he experienced when I bit him, and without considering the wisdom of my actions, nuzzled aside his hair and bit down on the muscle that joined his neck to his shoulder. He groaned something that sounded like an apology, then pain burst hot in me, on the same spot where I was drinking from him. His orgasm exploded to life, sending wave after wave of intoxicating rapture through both him and me, triggering my own as we each simultaneously gave and received life.

He filled me, completed me, made me whole again… until I came back to earth, and found myself just as hollow, just as empty as I had been before we started.