Page 10 of The Vampire Oracle

“So, take it off,” he challenged. “I can see that it hurts, especially when it hangs. I’m still going to fuck you just as hard, Psalm. Whether you have an arm or not.”

I swallowed, lifting my head. It did hurt, the flesh around its red. It was old and cheap, and I was hoping with this money, we could get a better one or replace a lot of the pieces. I reached the back and began undoing some of the mechanics. “Hold… this.”

Abel listened, holding my arm while I detracted the wires until it could be fully pulled off.

I literally moaned, feeling like there was a dead weight on my body.

“Better?” He chuckled, setting down the arm carefully.

“Very. Oh my god,” I muttered, running my cold hand over the hot red flesh. I watched him strip in front of me. I tried so hard not to hide myself as he stepped in with me.

Slowly, we let the hot water run over us as he lifted my chin and captured my lips again. Our lips moved together, and his hands explored my body, helping the blood to get off of my body.

We cleaned each other off for a few minutes until he told me to turn around. I listened, letting him wash my back before his soapy hands moved around me and ran down my sternum.

“Can I stop holding back now?” He groaned in my ear. The water washed all the soap from between us. His hand dropped lower and lower, cupping my pussy.

“No one said to hold back,” I muttered, heat rushing through my lower stomach.

“Thank god,” he whispered, kissing my neck as my thighs spread for him. His fingers found their way to my clit, running against it and making my eyes close.

I needed this. I needed him. Death had always been around me my whole life and this… this wouldn’t change what I strived to change.

His finger made those soft strokes I liked, making me moan.

“I’m so glad I have you. I was worried when you stood up to them,” Abel confessed. “Then I remembered who you were before I knew you were Spectre.”

I reached up and grabbed a fist of his hair. “Abel, please. Just give me your dick.”

“Awe, don’t like me speaking to you?” he whispered, hard, standing cock pushing against my ass. “The things I want to do to you.”

“So, do them. Stop teasing me,” I moaned. His fingers were truly a gift from the gods. They were swirling my clit so perfectly. It was almost like he knew what I liked and wanted, though we barely knew each other for long. I dropped my head back against his shoulder.

“Me? Teasing?” he whispered into my ear, lowering his voice. “I would never do that to you, Psalm. Be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

The whole good girl thing was never my thing. I wasn’t a good girl. I was a highly trained, skilled killer who had taken down almost a few hundred vampires since eighteen.

But heat rushed to my lower stomach, making me cry and moan. All I wanted was this release he could give, but I thought it would take a moment. My mind… felt jumbled a bit too much.

His other hand wrapped around my waist, spreading my legs before he stuck a finger inside of me. My eyes closed as I focused on how his fingers moved together or the way he was breathing heavily into my ear like he was enjoying this. Or how hard he was against my back, grinding small circles into me. He moaned, and it set me off.

I cried out, reaching up to grip his hair. My head tilted to the ceiling as I came undone around his fingers, thighs tightly closing around them.

“Good girl.”

I scoffed, recovering. “I am anything, but a good girl, Abel.”

He chuckled, turning me around to face him. “I know, baby.” He reached down, pulling me up against his body. My thighs wrapped around him as he held me up with one hand. He didn’t look strong, that was for sure. His body was built and lean, but it didn’t have the muscles that Kier had.

Yet both men could probably throw me around like I was nothing.

He angled himself into my entrance but never entered me. His dark eyes were boring into me, waiting for me to break.

I licked my lips before leaning in and kissing up and down his neck. He sighed as I made it to his ear. “Don’t you want me, Abel? Want to feel my pussy?”

He groaned, hands shaking with anticipation.

“Go ahead. Feel how wet you made me, Abel.”

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