Page 84 of Club Blood

“And like I want to fuck you until I forget why I despise you so much right now.”

The expectation would have been for her to storm off at my confession, but it was silly of me to forget who Mercy was. She knew what hate-fucking was, had mastered it. And she knew, even if I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself, that I didn’t hate her quite as much as I wanted to.

She raised one of her perfectly sculpted brows at me, a challenge and a question. My weakness, and my unquenchable thirst, won out and I slammed her against the wall, attaching my fangs back into her throat as I slipped my hand into her thong and felt the heat from her dripping pussy. If she touched me—andGod, I hoped she would— then she would feel that I was soaked for her, too.

Mercy had once explained to me that sex with a vampire was a different experience, heightened further if it involved feeding. She had never gotten around, or felt the need, I supposed, to tell me what it was like for two vampires together. I wasn’t vain enough to think I would have been the best she’d ever had, but the thought of anyone else making her lose control like I did absolutely infuriated me, and I was determined to make it unforgettable.

My thoughts were a scattered, incoherent thread that I couldn’t keep track of. I knew in my heart that I was hurting, but I also craved the feeling that only Mercy could provide me with.

“What do you need, little flower?” Mercy’s voice was a soft contrast to normal, a little breathless and quiet.

I worried that I had taken too much from her, but when I went to take my mouth from her, she offered up her arm instead.

Her pussy tightened around my fingers as I continued to pump into her, taking my pleasure while giving her hers. I used the pad of my thumb to press against her clit, applying enough pressure to make her tremble against me.

I pulled my mouth from her and grinned, knowing her blood coated my lips and dripped down my chin. “I want you to come apart on my hand, and then worshipme. You took my life from me, Mercy. So, show me why this one could be better.”

The words were her undoing, her pussy pulsing until she came, soaking my hand with her sweet juices. I brought my hand up, smearing it with the blood on my lips before slowly sucking off my own digits. I moaned at the bittersweet flavors, the taste hitting my tongue in a blissful explosion. My cunt pulsed in anticipation, begging for its own release.

Once I was finished with my little display, Mercy grinned viciously and threw me to the floor. Her strength and speed combined with mine, my body barely feeling the impact. I could see the exhilaration in her eyes at the idea of the fun we could have together now that I wasn’t so breakable. I wasn’t going to spend forever here, but I would enjoy the moment anyway.

Climbing on top of me where I lay on the carpeted floor, Mercy ripped my clothes from me with an easy tug. The tear of the fabric sent a shiver down my body, my core tingling, waiting for what was to come.

“God, you were beautiful before,” Mercy whispered against my skin, sucking my left nipple into her mouth, “but you are breathtaking as one of us.”

The reverence in her voice tugged at my emotions, but I quickly pushed it aside, falling into the pleasure that Mercy was creating. She moved from breast to breast, paying close attention to each one before making her way down to my exposed and weeping sex.

She spread my legs apart until I was wide for her, her palms splayed on my thighs to keep me pressed to the floor. I had to prop myself up on my elbows to watch her as she dove in at a punishing pace, her tongue lapping up my juices before it plunged into my entrance, sending shockwaves through my system.

Where Mercy was gently before, worried that she would hurt me or cause me pain, she now went hard and was relentless in her torment. I gasped when two fingers, slick with my wetness and her saliva, replaced her tongue. She pumped her fingers into me, sliding a third in when I was ready for her. It was too much and not enough, and I was panting for whatever else she wanted to give me.

“You may not forgive me for what I have done, Cecelia, but allow me to show you what it means to be unbreakable.”

I stared at her through heavy-lidded eyes, trying to decipher what she meant. I couldn’t comprehend her, my only thought was the imagery of sitting up and riding her hand, impaling myself on her fingers until I felt myself explode. But I should have known better; Mercy Petrova only ever spoke with intent.

Right as I was about to beg her for release, I felt a sharpness mirroring pain in my cunt. It should have hurt, but it was laced with a blissful gratification that I would never have thought possible.

Mercy’s fangs pierced me deeper, sucking on my clit as her tongue swirled underneath. The combination was dizzying, blinding, and I wanted it to last for eternity.

I arched my back, my hands reaching above my head to grab onto the drawers above. My grip was deadly and I screamed Mercy’s name as I came undone, grinding against her face until I was spent.

Licking every part of me up like I was the only water in a desert, Mercy continued to give me aftershocks, leaving me a shuddering, naked mess. I finally let go of the drawers, laughing deliriously when a plank of wood came away with it. I chucked the broken wood to my feet, laying back to let my body come down again.

Reality hit me cruelly once my orgasm haze lifted. Mercy had propped herself up against the wall and was staring down at me with pursed lips. She looked pained, and it took all of my willpower not to try and comfort her.

This was not about her.

“Thank you.”

My voice was cold and unwavering, so unlike my usual self that it made me feel uncomfortable. Mercy, however, inclined her head sadly, as though she had been expecting such hostility.

I sat against the edge of her bed, pulling a blanket onto the floor and wrapping it around me. I leveled her with a cool stare. “It doesn’t change anything, you know.”

She smiled ruefully. “Don’t mistake me for someone who is brainless, dear Cecelia. I know that unmanageable need and hunger when you first change. I am just glad you allowed it to be me rather than another who was there to… assist you.”

“It could only be you, Mercy. And I hate you for it. You made me fall in love with you when you said you couldn’t love me back, and then you broke my heart in the worst way. You took my will away from me.”

Mercy’s eyes never left mine. “I know. I deserve your hate. But I won’t apologize anymore — you deserve to live, Cecelia.”

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