Blood Pool

“Oh, you suck…” she whined aloud.

He laughed. “No. You do.”

“You want more?”

He used his powerful arms to steady himself as he kissed her earlobe and whispered, “You were going to tell me when, sweetness. I’m just waiting to hear the words.”

He continued leaving soft, breathy kisses around her ear and neck. Her head pounded with lust. Blood lust, and lust for Bo.

Her incisors nicked at his neck, just enough to break the skin. Then she lapped the blood that trickled out. When she felt him relax a bit, she tightened her legs around him and pushed him deeper inside her. Thrusting her hips to meet him, she wanted to turn to mist and truly merge.

The words came out of her mouth, uncensored. “I love you,” she whispered, sliding him out, teasing and giving him a little taste of what was yet to come. She scattered kisses over his face and neck. His hands caressed the small of her back and pulled her hips toward his hard sex. Raven’s slender fingers slid down to his narrow waist. She kissed every inch of skin along the way and licked at the tiny nicks she made in his copper skin.

“I have to have you now, Raven.”

She claimed the sacred area, his inner thigh, as hers. The mere act of sucking his blood from that tender spot could cause him to climax. She switched positions, taking him once more into her mouth, careful not to nick him. Her teeth grazed over the length of him, and his body squirmed in spasms. As he thrust forward, her tooth nicked his skin, and she tasted his blood in her mouth. Instinct took over, and she began sucking his blood. Bo slammed his fists on the bed.

“Going to…come,” he ground out.

The intense orgasm threatened Raven’s slim grasp of reality. She tumbled into pure bliss. Her hand gently held his cock at its base and intermittently added slight pressure to it, causing the blood to ooze. An animal sound escaped her lover as he rode the waves of pleasure she provided.

His blood was sweet, like May wine. She was lost in his heady scent and taste, her body racked with desire for him as the blood cast its spell on her psyche. In the distance, she heard him moaning in delight as his hips writhed beneath her lips.

She drank on, murmuring, “Meu dragoste…”

In the depth of the hunger, the two became voracious lovers. It was unlike any experience she’d ever had. She timed her actions perfectly. They danced the dance to perfection. Her lips traveled downward, tenderly biting and taking in his blood while her hand massaged the base of his cock. A rumble emanated from deep within his chest.

“Now!” he demanded.

She reveled in the feeling of being in control. Raven knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she planned to give it to him. And he would never forget. She licked his blood from her lips.

Finally, she straddled Bo, sliding him inside of her-but just a bit. Then she pulled up.

“Oh, gods, Raven, I’ve missed you…” He tried to ease her down, but she hovered just above the tip of his shaft.

His eyes were almost all red now, and she felt his passions cresting. The air surrounding them was electric, pulsing with the beat of their hearts. The blood had quenched her lust enough to hold her over for a few more moments. Soon they would both be past the point of no return, and their animal natures would take command.

“I love you,” he said, obviously desperate to be inside of her. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, my love. Forgive me for staying away. You know you own my heart. Love me, Raven…”

He held her, pushing her down as he thrust deep inside. Raven’s skin, ivory against his tanned form, glimmered in the darkness. A growl resonated from within him, and she felt the same hunger. It inundated her. He stared into her silver eyes, and she saw everything he did, even experienced his emotions.

Still inside her velvet sheath, he turned Raven over onto her back and looked down into her loving eyes. Their gazes locked. His hot, hungry lips grazed her neck, wanting a taste. His tongue swirled upon the spot where he could drink, his hips slowly rocking against her. Back and forth.

“Mine.” He claimed her.

“Yours,” she answered.

“I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“No other will ever have you and live. No playful flirting. Mine.”

“Only yours. Go ahead…” She moaned. Her incisors extending further from the excitement, her hips rose to meet his. She moved faster beneath him. The hunger was in control. Her hands clasped his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his flesh. She rode another wave of pleasure.

Faster still she writhed. “Harder.”

The blissful pressure built. His cock slid in and out to the rhythm of their hearts. He was insatiable.

The growl from within him intensified into a howl as his hands found the small of her back and he lifted her closer. She wanted him to get deeper inside, making sure she’d come at the same time as he. Her head lolled back against the pillow, exposing her neck to him as he broke her skin with his sharp teeth. Raven wouldn’t trust any other shape shifter to taste of her blood. The passions were too intense, and he could rip out her aorta.

“Oh, Mighty Hekate!” she cried.

Flesh slapped against flesh as Bo drew her blood into his mouth, his hands pushing her ass up while he drove himself into her hot core. His fingers caressed her between her buttocks. Her muscles clamped around his cock. Her arms pulled him down. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she arched toward him.

“Harder,” she begged.

Her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm of seemingly endless waves. She gave of herself and took from him simultaneously as they climaxed. A delightful rush emanated from within her and spread wildly as every neuron fired and the world went stark white. Raven couldn’t tell who cried out louder. Bo grabbed the back of her head as he thrust his teeth deeper into her neck, sucking the blood that tasted like wine, causing them both to climax once more as his body shuddered with his release.

“Be mine, Raven. Always. I want you…”

“I want you, too.”

She kept him hard and toyed with him mercilessly until he begged to spill his seed within her once more. Their lovemaking lasted for hours as they reached the point of climax then slowed the pace. Raven understood when he’d reached the point of no return and, in the ultimate synchronicity, they found release, together-over and over-until the dawn came.

Chapter Two

An incessant ringing in Raven’s ears caused her to lash out at the alarm clock.

“Phone…” Bo murmured, turning over in bed.

“Yeah…” she mumbled into the receiver.

“We need you here, Doc.” Bianca’s voice cheerily echoed through the phone.

Raven squinted, trying to see the alarm clock. It was noon.

“Shit! Give me thirty minutes.”

Reluctantly, Raven rose from the warmth of the bed. Bo reached for her, but missed as she headed for the bathroom.

He called sleepily out to her, “You want me to make some coffee?”

“Go back to sleep, Boo,” she yelled from the shower.

He answered with a loud snore.

Raven showered quickly, thinking back on the night’s long love making session. She wished Bo was in the shower with her. She felt the hunger returning. Her nipples pebbled as she ran the loofa across her breasts.

Stop. You have to get to work.

The coroner’s office at Seacrest Hospital was less than fifteen minutes from Raven’s home, making it possible for her to arrive precisely thirty minutes from the time of Bianca’s phone call. The offices bustled with activity on the main floor. Raven thanked her lucky stars every day that her office occupied a corner of the building on the street level.

She had windows. In spite of what she was she loved the day almost as much as she did the night.

Seacrest specialized in diseases that affected the magickal natives on the island. Mirabelle Hospital catered to the mortals.

Seacrest had started as a small clinic many years ago, run by the healers on the island. Since then, generous benefactors had added onto the original building, creating an eight-storey, up-to-date facility.

“Good morning, Doc,” Bianca said, handing her a large mug of coffee scented with cinnamon.

Smoothing her navy skirt, Raven reached for the brew. “Morning. Thank you, Bianca. You know, you make the best coffee.” She took a hungry gulp, still trying to wipe the cobwebs from her mind.

Bianca glowed. “It’s my secret ingredient.”

Raven held onto the arms of her chair and eased into the seat.

“What is it?” she asked. She placed her mug on top of her desk and took a few moments to compose herself. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a compact mirror, hoping to finish her hurried application of make-up. She applied a soft amount of blush to her cheeks, just enough to give her a little sprinkle of color. Not that the corpses minded.

Bianca chuckled. “If I tell you that, boss, you’ll have no need of me.”

Finished, she replaced the compact in her drawer. “Never. You’re my right-hand goddess.” Raven sighed. “Okay, where’s the body?” she asked, sipping from the