Page 61 of Tempting the Dhampir

Thumb strumming my clit, fingers massaging my G-spot, fangs sunk into my ass, and I explode.

I cry out as my orgasm takes over. My back arches in pleasure, my pussy constricts around his fingers, my nails dig into his thigh as my blood turns hot.

Limp and gasping for breath, I become aware of Everett easing his fingers—and fangs—from my body. He gently lifts me and turns me in his arms, cradling me to his heaving chest.

We cling to each other in comfortable silence as our heartbeats slowly return to normal. Everett combs his fingers through my long strands in a soothing manner.

“That was…” I start.

“Yeah. It was…” he says in quiet amazement.

“Can I see your fangs?” I ask hesitantly, lifting my head from his chest so I can look at him.

Everett grimaces and opens his mouth a fraction, baring his teeth for me.

“They’re hot,” I state bluntly, squirming slightly on his lap.

Everett’s green eyes smolder. “Yeah?”

Studying him, I ask, “Are you okay? You’re not very wordy right now.”

“I’m freaking out a bit. Did I hurt you?” he asks sincerely, searching my face.

“Only in a fun way. I loved every minute. Including the bite.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

“Good, because it might happen again. I mean, I don’t have to bite your ass again, but there’s just something about your blood.”

“What does it taste like?” I’m curious to know why it’s happening now, all of a sudden.

“Fucking perfection. But you have to know, I’ve never been turned on by blood. It’s one of my shortcomings as a dhampir. It’s set me apart from vampires my entire life. But you, my sweet, sweet Sadie-queen, your blood sings to my soul. I crave you like nothing I’ve ever craved before. And I’m not so sure if it’s just your blood or if it’s you,” he confesses earnestly.

“Well, that’s a confidence booster if I’ve ever heard one.” I try to joke. Shifting so I can frame his face with my hands, I add in a sober tone, “You can drink from me, Everett.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that, but if it does, I want you to know that I’ve studied human anatomy at school. I was in class with the vampires and was tested on all blood-related subjects. I know where all your veins lie. I know how much I can drink at a time. I know how to keep you safe. Can you trust me with that?” Everett explains, shrewd eyes focusing intently on mine.

I place a hand on his cheek. “I can trust you with anything.”

His next words die on his tongue as he analyzes my face and weighs my expression against what I just said.

“I don’t deserve you,” he finally utters and presses a firm kiss to my lips. “Now, let’s get you sorted and fed—finally—so we can have this date.”

“What about you? You’ve gotten me off twice already. I’m sure you’re close to getting blue balls right about now.”

“Sweetheart, I haven’t come since I’ve met you. I’ve been denying myself until I can finally get my cock in your warm, wet cunt and can paint it with all the cum I’ve been saving.”

And just like that, my pussy is flooded again, my heart beating at a thousand miles an hour.

“I love a good painting. I’d be your canvas any day,” I say cheerfully and bounce up from Everett’s lap.

My attempt at sashaying away is hindered by my stinging ass, turning it into more of a shamble away. I glance back to see if he’s watching me, guessing right, as I find his eyes fixed on my butt and his hands adjusting his aching cock.

Chapter thirty

Everett

Our day started a bit unexpectedly, but I’m definitely not complaining. I loved Sadie’s reaction to the flowers I had delivered. A thousand might have been a little too much, but I have no regrets. The way her face lit up will feed my soul for years to come.

It’s early afternoon when Sadie comes out of her room in black jeans and a shimmery silver top that’s hanging on by a thin string around her neck, a loopy chain loosely connecting it in the back.

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