Page 29 of Vampire Savage

“To feed can be such a sensual experience for both,” I murmur against her skin, flicking my tongue out to steal a taste of her. One of her hands grips my shirt, neither pulling me closer or pushing me away. I hover there, maintaining the distance between us save for her throat. “Some of us prefer more brutality. To hunt you in the shadows…”

She gasps as I scrape my elongated fangs against her skin, not enough to break it. Not yet.

“To chase you through the dark.”

I lick a line along the tendon of her neck towards her ear lobe.

“To pin you down, and take what we want. What we need.”

I capture her ear lobe in my lips, sucking once and releasing her.

She’s panting under me, her chest rising and falling in deep waves, her eyes squeezed shut and her head dipped back into the open air over the edge of the couch, as if in submission to me.

I force myself back, releasing her entirely and returning to my place on the opposite side of the couch. It takes her a moment but then she yanks her head up, her eyes flying open to find me, shock and irritation gripping her.

“You’re not ready for that, Little Bird,” I tell her before she can protest. “But I can smell how needy you are. If you truly want me to feed from you tonight, you must come to me.”

Let it never be said I forced Wren.

She hesitates, smart that she is, but I sense the moment she becomes resolved. She rises, taking the two steps towards me and rather than sitting beside me, climbs into my lap and straddles me. Her hands, slight and graceful, hold onto my shoulders while her expression looks guarded, as if she is preparing to argue with me.

I slide a hand around her waist, dragging her closer and making sure she feels exactly how much I want her.A gentle mewl escapes her and she captures her lower lip between her teeth.

“Good girl,” I say, cataloging her every reaction to that phrase. This time, my full smirk escapes me and when she notices, she huffs, but her irritation can’t overcome her arousal.

“So I’ve got daddy issues,” she grumbles, as if having to justify her desires. “And I like to be praised. Is that a crime?”

Ignoring her attempt at deflection, I tilt my head, considering her words. It’s a struggle to ignore her heat grinding down against my cock, but I’m too experienced to let that derail me entirely.

“Have you ever called a partner Daddy?” My curiosity seems to surprise her, her body going still as she takes the question seriously.

With a lift of a shoulder, she bares herself to me. “It always felt like something they’d take as a joke, honestly.”

A fierce satisfaction sinks its claws into my chest, a plan to achieve my goals as well as indulge myself in this unexpected craving for her coming together in that instant. I bring my other hand up to cup her jaw, holding her firmly enough she can’t look away but not enough to hurt her.

She said she’s never felt as protected as she did with me. It’s so clear that my little bird craves approval, craves the praise and adoration of a devoted lover. That she’ll do whatever she must to please me.

Keeping my touch on her face tender, I don’t bother masking my desire. “Do you want daddy to take care of you, baby girl?”

Chapter Thirteen

WREN

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Landon’s voice is sin and chocolate and everything I shouldn’t crave as he asks me that. I’ve told him two of my most secret fantasies, things I’ve never even said aloud, and instead of mocking me, he’s embracing them. It’s as if this vampire, this man who claims to be a monster, can see the cage I’ve become trapped in and is letting me free.

He killed for me tonight. How can I not trust him with this? With my body?

“Yes, please,” I admit, letting myself fall into the scene I’ve always craved. I lean closer, pressing my chest against him until our lips are only inches apart. His hand drops from my face to my thigh. “Please, Daddy.”

I thought it’d be weird, actually saying the words, but Landon looks ready to devour me. My pajama bottoms are soaked through and I won’t be surprised if I’m making a mess of his pants. This is like the hallway, all over again, except a thousand times more intense. My clit is throbbing already, and it won’t take me much to get off. It makes me pull back, needing to reveal something else that makes me feel vulnerable in a different way. I have to spit it out to get it over with or I’ll never tell him. Something tells me it won’t be as easy to trick him as the guys in my past.

“I can’t get off multiple times.”

His brows rise, and shame sinks like an anchor in my stomach. Is he going to be disappointed with me? Dread creeps its icy fingers up my nape.

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