Page 20 of My Summer Girl

“What’s tonight?” I prod, wondering what makes this day of all days special.

“It’s a blood moon.”

“Bloodlust?” I recognize the meaning behind the moon instantly. “What does—”

“Means that I’ll go into a frenzy, dove. I’ll need to feast, and fuck, and fuck some more.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” I say aloud, thinking of how we’ve never once fucked before.

“We don’t—” they start and stop, cupping my jaw almost reverently. “I’ve never crossed a sexual boundary with a sub. Especially not with one I care deeply about.”

I try not to let that bother me. We’re friends. Friends who kiss and share blood, and... “What if you give in?”

They shift my face, forcing us eye to eye. “If I fuck you, dove, there’s no going back. If I sink inside your cunt and bite you while doing it, that’s it. Nothing is stopping me from claiming you and making you mine. Fuck the rules. I want you too much to walk away.”

I take a breath, wondering where the bad part of that entire scenario is. Part of me craves that, and even as I stare hopelessly into their hungry gaze, I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth.

“Petal,” I whisper. The word indicating our scene has started, the one where we know it’s safe, it’s okay, it’s acceptance.

They let out a monstrous noise as if they’ve forced themselves back all this time and I’ve just tripped the sensor wire. I lay back, waiting for their guidance.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” they admit with a groan, nipping my bare hips. They’ve always loved them. They’re wide and thick, with no space between my thighs. Vex never ceases to grip them, squish them with fervor before biting into them as if they’re precious.

I’ve always imagined Vex between them, struggling for air as they devour me whole. Their eyes meet mine as if they hear my thoughts.

A sharp pain hits me as their fangs elongate and sink into my thigh. I let out a shrill scream as pleasure consumes me. My clit throbbed before, but now it’s a live wire, zinging in the air from electric currents going awry.

They groan as they consume my blood, and my body shudders in response. They can choose if I feel pain or pleasure, but they’ve always chosen pleasure unless I beg otherwise.

I’ve learned my kinks are simple, but sure. Masochism is my most potent, almost one that’s necessary for me to get off. That’s our agreement. I give them blood, and they bring me release through pain.

It’s not usually sexual. We have a connection unlike anything I’ve experienced, but we’ve never crossed that line.

Not until now.

Chapter Nine

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