Page 45 of Perfectly Perfect Pixie

“Oh, goddess,” I moaned, my blood going one of two directions—Lucroy’s throat or my aching cock. My head was fuzzy, light, and floaty. The pull on my neck grew, as did Lucroy’s answering lust.

Lucroy crushed me to his body, the pressure just short of painful. I felt protected, cared for, and loved. Lucroy’s low growls turned into mews of contentment. My eyes drifted closed as I ran my fingers through Lucroy’s hair, pulling his head closer.

Seconds turned into minutes, and I lost all track of time. And then, just as quickly as it started, Lucroy stopped. With another swipe of his tongue, Lucroy sealed the wound on my neck. From what I understood, the marks would remain, but his saliva stopped the bleeding.

I expected Lucroy to pull away. He didn’t. Laying his forehead against my shoulder, Lucroy remained holding me tight. My eyes fluttering open, I saw Leon. His hands gripped the edge of the bar, but instead of anxiety, his eyes were relaxed with relief. When he caught me looking at him, he gave a nod along with a faint hint of a smile.

Hands drifting lower, I ran them along Lucroy’s back, marveling at the hard planes of muscle hiding below.

“Lucroy?” I finally questioned when he still didn’t move or pull away. “Are you okay? Do you feel sick, or . . .” Fear filled me. Maybe the reason he wasn’t moving away was because he couldn’t. Perhaps that much pixie blood had done what we’d all feared. Perhaps. . . Goddess, I couldn’t even contemplate all themaybes.

In answer, he squeezed me tighter. “I’m not ill. Far from it.” Lucroy inhaled. I knew he didn’t need to breathe, but I also knew he enjoyed my scent and most likely pulled it deep into his body.

Finally pulling away, Lucroy’s crimson eyes held mine. “Leon. You may leave. I am very much in control.”

Lucroy held my face in the palms of his hands, rubbing circles with his thumbs along my chin.

“Thank fuck,” Leon sighed. “I’ll be at the bar if you need me. I’ve got my phone with me, or just ring the bar landline.” Leon looked like he wanted to say something else but didn’t. Before I knew it, the double doors closed, leaving us alone.

“How do you feel?” Lucroy asked when Leon was gone. “Do you feel woozy?”

I didn’t think so but also didn’t think I’d know for certain until I stood and maybe tried to fly. “Not that I know of,” I answered before grinding my hard-on into Lucroy’s firm abs. “Horny, but not sick.”

Eyebrows shooting up, the red faded from Lucroy’s eyes, leaving them little more than black abysses. “I believe, my delicious pixie, that is something I am more than capable of assisting with.”

The protest was on the tip of my tongue and brain, but that’s where it stayed. Instead, a long, steady moan slipped through my throat when Lucroy’s large hand pushed its way into my pants, grasping my cock and oh so gently tugging.

With my head thrown back, my wings spilled golden glitter like rain. “You don’t have—”

My words died on another moan when Lucroy tugged a little harder.

“You’re right. I don’thaveto do anything. This is pleasure, Peaches. Pure, divine pleasure. Relax. I have you. In fact, I have us both.” There was a smirk in Lucroy’s voice.

The firm, velvety length of another cock—one much larger than mine—ground against me, Lucroy’s fingers wrapped around us both.

“Oh . . . I . . .” I couldn’t come up with a complete thought. Pleasure consumed me. My balls pulled up tight, and before I could make a warning sound, I came, coating Lucroy’s hand in my sweet-scented cum.

Lucroy’s grunt of release came quickly after.

Huffing in great gulps of air, laughter tickled my throat before slipping past my lips. Goddess, I hadn’t felt this good in . . . I didn’t think I’d ever felt this good.

“Humor has never been a part of post-coital bliss with previous partners. Did I not perform well enough?” Lucroy’s tone was flat, as if he had no idea what to think.

That only made me laugh harder.

“You didn’t do a thing wrong.” I kissed the tip of Lucroy’s nose, trailing kisses down his cheek, to the corner of his mouth, and finally landing firmly on his full lips. It took some effort on my part, but Lucroy finally parted those plush, perfect lips. I chased his tongue, tasting remnants of my own blood. It should have been a turnoff, but it wasn’t. Something about feeding Lucroy, about being sustenance, was soothing.

“I didn’t mean to make you self-conscious,” I tried to reassure. “I just haven’t felt this good, ever, and it made me deliriously happy. Laughter was the only outlet.”

“Ah. I see.” Lucroy didn’t sound like he truly understood, but he also didn’t sound as lost as before.

“You know, I’m feeling a little floaty now, but I don’t know if it’s from the large blood donation or from the fantastic orgasm.” I pecked Lucroy’s nose again, mostly because it appeared to baffle him. “Probably a combination of both.”

Shifting me on his lap, Lucroy’s hands gripped my hips. We sat there, our dicks hanging out and covered in drying cum. I didn’t care. Leaning forward, I snuggled in. Lucroy felt warmer now. I’d read that fresh blood did that to vampires.

Yawning, a wash of tiredness enveloped me like a blanket. I felt like I was always falling asleep on Lucroy’s lap. Somehow, I couldn’t seem to care.

“You still feel okay?” I asked.

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