Page 92 of Blood Sport

It has me curious. What would it feel like to have his teeth in my neck while he sucks my blood from my veins? It sounds like something out of a horror movie, but it has my pussy throbbing at the thought.

And, of course, Jaylen notices.

He runs the back of his fingers down my cheek. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I admit softly. “And how you… feed on humans.”

He raises a brow. “And why are you thinking about that?”

“Does it… hurt?”

“Being fed on?” he asks, licking his lips. When I nod, he continues, “Yes and no. From what I understand, it’s very pleasurable, but it can be painful.”

A mixture of pleasure and pain…

The smile that touches Jaylen’s lips is soft. Too soft for his rough exterior. “Are you asking because you want me to feed on you, little angel?”

I blush and turn my head to the side. “Maybe. How do you normally feed?”

“Blood bags,” he answers as his hand comes up to rest on my cheek, forcing me to look at him. “Ethan and I get them from the hospital.”

I fucking knew it! My suspicions of Ethan being a vampire and the one dating Jaycee have now been confirmed.

I can only assume they don’t get the blood bags willingly, but that’s a conversation for another day.

“Evie,” Jaylen says softly, his warm breath blowing across my lips. “Do you want me to feed on you?”

As I stare into the depths of his red eyes, feeling the passion and lust radiating from them, all I can do is nod because I do want him to feed on me. I’m curious about what it would feel like and if it truly is as pleasurable as he says.

I’m reminded of the night I walked in on Jaylen with a busty woman in this very club, and it was clear that the woman was in ecstasy as he fed on her. That’s what I want. I want to feel that with Jaylen because I trust him. My body craves the way he touches me—so gentle yet dominating. I’m aware that he could so easily rip my throat out and drain me of my blood, but that fear lingering in the back of my mind doesn’t change my decision.

Jaylen’s eyes widen. He’s surprised by my answer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I point out. “You’ve shown me that.”

His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he nods. He doesn’t say anything as he attaches his lips to mine again, eliciting a soft moan from me. His touch is gentle and slow as he runs his fingers up the curves of my body to rest beside my head. With how wet I am, he slips right in. He groans in my ear as my walls hug him tightly, clenching as he pushes in and out.

“Fuck, I forgot how tight you are,” Jaylen groans as his eyes meet mine.

With the curls falling over his red eyes and his lips slightly parted as he drags his cock in and out, I can’t help but want more. I need to be closer to him. I need to feel more of him. I need more.

“Harder,” I urge, digging my nails into the skin around his hips, wanting him to move faster. “Feed on me, Jaylen. Please.”

His fangs lengthen at my words, their razor-sharp edges making me nervous. But I have nothing to fear. I just need to remind myself that Jaylen is going to keep me safe like he always does.

Jaylen reaches up with his right hand to turn my head to the side, exposing the right side to him. His fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps as he brushes them along the delicate skin.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “I can hear the blood pumping in your veins.”

“Take it then,” I moan as he hits that sweet spot. “Fuck me and feed on me.”

He groans and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

When the tips of his fangs pierce through my skin, a sharp cry is forced from my throat but it quickly turns to a moan as the pain begins to subside and I focus on the way he’s moving inside of me—slow and gentle at first. The slurping sound in my ear is unsettling, but I push the worry to the back of my mind and enjoy the soft moans coming from Jaylen’s throat as he feeds.

I close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure and subtle pain. It’s a combination I would never have thought would work, but it fucking does and it’s driving me insane, pushing me closer and closer to the edge—already.

Stars dance in front of my eyes as Jaylen’s hips meet mine in slow, deliberate thrusts. It’s not his usual pace, but I like it. It feels more… intimate. We feel connected—both physically and mentally. It’s an odd sensation, to say the least, but I welcome it with open arms.

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