Page 49 of Tempting the Dhampir

My hand leaves my breast and moves aimlessly on the bedspread, unknowingly searching for that final element, settling in Everett’s soft hair once again.

With both hands, I push his head down into my pussy as my hips roll into his face, wanting, needing just a final push. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, my breaths coming in short gasps, climbing in a crescendo with my racing heart.

Suddenly, there’s a wonderful pinch of pain on either side of my clit, and I tip over.

“Everett!”

My eyes are closed in ecstasy as my legs tremble, my spine curving, my pussy fluttering.

The best orgasm of my life. Transcendent.

When I start coming down from my high, I gaze at Everett through heavy-lidded eyes, my heart rate gradually slowing down. I’m completely sated but somehow hungry for more, ready to bring him as much pleasure as he’s given me.

The look on Everett’s face, though, isn’t one I’d expect to see. Shock and something akin to horror mar his features. His brows are knitted, his mouth gaping open, his chest heaving.

My drunk haze begins to clear as it registers his expression, and my eyes catch sight of something that most definitely wasn’t there before.

Long, sharp, glinting in the light…

“Everett, did you just grow fangs?”

His darkened eyes widen, and he slowly lets go of my legs, lifting a shaky hand to inspect his canines. In a blink he’s standing in front of the mirror, baring his teeth at his reflection.

He turns to me with an apologetic look and speaks with a hand clamped over his mouth. “Sadie, you are perfect, a queen. But I need to—I’m so sorry—I’ll be right back.”

Everett runs out of the room, the door shutting behind him with a soft click.

And I’m left alone, half-naked on his bed, heart still pounding, readjusting my expectations of the evening. Of him.

Chapter twenty-six

Everett

Sadie was pure perfection—her scent, her taste saturated my senses and had me on the cusp of losing control. And what a beauty she was when she let herself lose control and screamed my name. That sight alone almost made me come undone.

I feel absolutely horrid leaving her there like that on my bed, still drunk on lust, but I had no other choice.

I have fangs.

My canines have always been elongated, but they’ve never descended like this. I know there’s something unique between Sadie and me. This, however, takes it to a whole new level.

When I tasted her cunt, it was pure bliss. I couldn’t get enough and felt myself turning feral, needing more. The desire to consume her grew stronger and stronger, increasing with every lick.

It was like I could sense her blood pumping through her body, her heartbeat a siren call to my basest being, compelling me to take more.

I didn’t understand what my inherent nature was driving me to do… until I did it.

Right before her climax, she gripped my hair as she rolled her hips into my face, driving her delectable cunt closer, letting me devour her.

I don’t know how it happened, but my teeth nicked her. Right next to her clit.

A drop of her blood touched my tongue, and it was like I finally believed in heaven.

For a moment I was transported to a whole other realm, until I realized that it was her blood.

I took from her without her consent.

I didn’t expect to taste blood at that moment, and I was horrified at myself for losing control.

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