Page 44 of Vampire Savage

“I won’t scar your gorgeous skin,” I murmur, using the blade to tease once again. “Except for my mark. I’ll open it over and over, each time I fuck this pretty pussy until it can never heal.”

Flipping the blade over, I hold the tip against her flesh and find her gaze. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in a soft O as her body flushes with need. Snarling, I grip her cheeks with my other hand, and her eyes open wide. Leaning in close, I refuse to let her look away.

“You will watch me cut you,” I demand, needing her to obey.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answers, her words distorted by my grip. Her eyes look between us, where I still hold the blade against her thigh.

Satisfied, I release her, and cock my head, studying her pulsing veins barely visible under her skin. I move the blade, never pressing hard enough to cut the skin. “As a vampire, I can enjoy this type of play so much better than any human. I can sense your veins. Like right here.” I stop near the top of her inner thigh. “This is your femoral artery.” I trace the vein towards her knee. “It’d be so easy to cut just deep enough to bleed you out in minutes.”

I flick the blade, creating another cut an inch away from the first one. It wells, a drop of the most decadent wine vintage forms and I collect it with the scalpel and press it to the flat of my tongue. A future spans out before me, with her as my eternal bride, bound by my side. A possessive need for that reality strikes me so fully it’s like rage.

“I’d bleed you out and then fill your mouth with my blood.” I cut her other leg, then twice more, moving closer to her dripping pussy. “Make you like me. You’d be mine forever,” I snarl, and press the blade to the renewed bruise from the first time I had my hands on her in that hallway.

“Yes.”

I still. Every part of me freezes and I look up at her from under my eyelashes. She’s watching me with a clarity that wasn’t there moments ago, her eyes too clouded by desire. The desire is still there, but there’s a strength of will in her eyes. She’s all steel under her graceful beauty.

“Yes, Landon,” Wren repeats, holding my gaze, her voice steady. “I want to be yours. Forever.”

Snarling, I throw the blade to the side and pounce. I fuck her mouth with my own, claiming every sound and breath she makes. Gripping my cock, I drag the head through her sopping sex, coating myself and making her shake under me.

“This pussy is mine,” I growl into her mouth, lining myself up at her entrance. Wren whimpers and I bite her lip, hard. “Whose pussy is this, baby girl?”

“Yours, Daddy,” she whimpers, losing herself in desire again.

I push in, far enough we both groan as I stretch her. With my free hand, I swipe the blood from her thigh and stroke my shaft, watching where I disappear inside of her. When my fist hits her swollen clit, her pussy clamps tight around my head and I groan. I sink in to her with one hard, smooth thrust and trace circles around the sensitive nub as I sit upright.

Wren thrashes against her bonds, making me hiss as she moves herself over my cock.

“That’s it, baby girl.” I reach forward and pinch her nipple, twisting it hard enough she keens and fights it.

How far will she let me go before she uses her safe word?

“Come on my cock,” I purr, moving to the other nipple. My thumb at her clit never slows. “Come for daddy, baby girl.”

Three more circles of her clit and Wren’s orgasm explodes from her. She screams, the sound cutting off as her entire body bows against the onslaught. I curse, gritting my teeth, my fangs practically buzzing with the instinct to sink my teeth into the flesh above her heart and claim her as mine. Her pussy squeezes my cock hard, almost dragging my own orgasm from me but I hold it back. I’m not done with my little bird yet.

When she sinks against the bed, her eyes closed and her face slack as she pants for breath, I ease my cock from her pulsing pussy. She hardly notices, and I let myself smile smugly before sliding my hands down her bound legs.

This tie, the frog-tie, is one of my favorites because it gives me so many options for my submissive. I slip my hands lower, cupping her ass and squeezing appreciatively. Then I flip her over, the rope binding her wrists twisting and keeping her off-balance. I force her knees under her as she wobbles, startled and still unbalanced by her orgasm.

Leaning back on my heels, I admire my work. Wren’s inner thighs trickle with blood, and aftershocks of her orgasm still ripple through her body. My bed is soaked from her cum and I want more.

She gasps out, straining to stay upright, her head hanging down towards the bed between her bound arms, as I spread her ass and fall on her, hungry for more of her taste. I lick her folds, drinking down her pleasure, nipping her folds with my fangs until blood mixes with her slick.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” I say against her before pressing my face against her again for another hedonistic lick. Wren moans and my cock throbs with need. I drag my tongue up through her folds and don’t stop until I’m at the tight hole I have plans for. She freezes, before clenching and trying to pull away.

“No.” The word is a savage snarl from me, and I bite the soft globe of her cheek, sinking my fangs into it. I suck hard, filling my mouth with her blood but not swallowing. Moving back to her hole, I grip her ass, spreading her wider and I let her blood spill from my mouth and onto her.

“Please,” she begs, her voice shaking. “Don’t.”

I move closer to her, licking her blood from my lips, and fist my cock again. The sight of her is delicious and once I’ve filled her perfect, tight ass, I know it won’t take me long. Anyone else, and I wouldn’t hesitate. It’s just another piece of evidence that she’s truly my mate.

I press my cock against her tight hole but hold myself back. “Do you remember your word, baby girl?”

If she says it, I’ll find some way to rip myself away from her. Even if it means tearing off my own cock.

Wren arches her hips towards me, pressing back against me, and my eyes almost roll back at the sight.

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