Page 51 of Blood Lust

She ignores me, clasping her arms more tightly around her human. Ice fills me as I realize this man is in danger.

I can see Charlee and Rolando against the far wall, alert, ready to help if needed.

He’s finished, his pulse is slowing, he’s dying.

A moan escapes her lips, and she grips him tighter still. I have to put some depth behind my words.

STOP!

I shout in her mind this time.

Her fangs release the man, who crumples to the floor as her eyes flare to mine in anger. I kneel over the man, listening to his heart. He has been drained far too much, but he will live. I use my blood to seal his wounds. Before I can leave him, I need to have him drink some of my blood. He won’t turn if he doesn’t die, and this will help him replenish himself, plus ease any suspicion about the events of the evening.

Biting my wrist, I allow my blood to pour into his mouth. He drinks gleefully. I doubt this is the first time someone drank too deeply from him. He craves my blood like he’s had it before. It certainly hasn’t been my blood he consumed. I pull my wrist from his lips when he’s had enough. Turning to see my beautiful lover, I can only see the predator within her. Shuddering, I take in how she still stares at the man with hunger.

So ferocious is my bride.

Prying the man’s eyelids open, I force him to look me in the eye. It is no easy feat, as he still suffers from the effects of blood loss. I pull his humanity into me and take control of it. “You drank something that you think was laced with drugs. You will spend tomorrow in bed, sleeping it off. You will not remember me or my companion.” I allow his soul’s focus to retreat into the safety of his mind.

I rise from Wren’s would-be victim and face her again. Apprehension flies through me.

Her glare has moved from the man to me.

Companion?

The question comes across my mind and is filled with her ire. Oh, she doesn’t like that particular term of endearment at all.

“You may call me your little bird, your dear, your love, your mate…” each term is drenched with acid as she tries to intimidate me. I am brave enough to admit it’s working. “But you will never reduce me to a companion again.” Unsure how strong the clutches of the other Wren are, I nod, an easy thing to give. I probe into her mind and sense it is still her raw form driving right now.

That human is lucky to be alive.

My compliance seems satisfactory as she pushes me into the wall, pressing herself into me, her hands roving over my body. Indeed, I am somewhat frightened by the love of my life, but that does nothing to deter my arousal of having her body so near mine. The feeling of my cock swelling with want and need feels good as she explores me, grinding her body against mine.

Here?

Now?

One thing is certain when Wren’s other self is in control, she usually gets what she wants. I’ve already deprived her of a death, and I don’t think I’ll get so lucky with another refusal. I am still surprised that she listened and stopped. Something I am grateful for because Wren would probably refuse to eat from a human again for a month, at least, if she had killed him.

As you wish. I let my words gently embrace her this time.

My new mate wants a good fucking after her dinner? Then who am I to deny her? We are perfectly concealed in these shadows, save for the pathetic, beguiled human on the floor beside us. I can sense at least five other couples around the room doing the same thing.

My hands grasp the cheeks of her ass and turn around, pinning her to the wall instead. She moans and wriggles as I free myself from the cloth prison of my slacks. I grasp at her mound next, shoving her panties to the side. I can feel her wetness for me, her desire to be controlled. She needs her mate to fill her up and keep her in check.

Positioning myself at the hot entrance of her slick cunt I look deeply into her eyes. She is still wild, not quite in control of herself. “Forgive me,” I whisper, hoping my Wren will return soon. Nails dig into my shoulders, enough to draw blood. The pain is electrifying, and I slam myself into her warm wet sex. This won’t be gentle, and this isn’t meant to be romantic. This isn’t lovemaking, it's rutting.

I am able to glide in and out of her sweet hole with ease. I groan as I fill her, pounding myself deep within her, giving her my entire length. I plow into her, crushing her to the stone wall behind her. She whimpers and moans in my ear, biting down on my shoulder, and muffling her cries.

No one can hear us over the music except maybe a few vampires. And if they do, they certainly won’t care what my mate and I are doing. I pump myself in and out of her juicy cunt, relishing how her muscles clench against me, desperately hoping to keep me within her for eternity. My hips buck and roll, and I began grinding myself into her with each thrust, stimulating her clit.

Her cries grow louder as her body breaks around me. I feel her hips moving back against me as Wren desperately reaches her peak. She throws her head back as she cries in pleasure, getting the release she craves, letting it sweep over her as my cock slams into her with reckless abandon. Using only one hand to support her, trusting that the wall I have her pressed into will do the rest, I pin her neck against it. A fire burns in her eyes, but this time it is the fire of passion, not rage.

I fuck her through her orgasm, driving myself to the edge of madness as I do. But I want to look my love in her eyes. She may have decided to use me to satisfy her other hunger after feeding, but that doesn’t mean I will let her get away with using me like a sex toy.

I cut off her air supply. Her delicate neck feels so breakable in my hand. Of course, she doesn’t need air, but it startles her at first. I can see fear flash in her eyes briefly before realizing I am her mate and there is no way I will hurt her. No, this is about dominating that force in her. I made her a vampire and I will not let this version of Wren take over. I stretch and fill her so completely that she will bend to my will.

Mine, forever.

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