Page 151 of A Debt of Darkness

Her mouth plays over my neck and her sucks become more fervent. More demanding. She’s testing the waters, afraid to take the plunge, terrified of what she’ll discover. I’m prepared to give her time to grow and learn, but too much is a dangerous delay.

Ivy nips, and it’s a start. A poor one, but better than none.

“Harder, Ivy.”

“I can’t do this, Henry.”

My jaw ticks. “I’m not doing it for you, pet.”

Her body stiffens and her fire returns. “I’m not your fucking pet.”

“Then stop acting like a pathetic, needy kitten and be the lioness I know you are.”

My wife growls at me and I fucking love it. She bites my neck and the rumble of her moans deepens as her nip turns into something stronger. Something with some fucking teeth and I hold, refusing to do anything more than be passive as I make her take this step.

Her teeth cut my skin and she sucks, tentatively. Agonizingly. Ivy’s hesitation won’t last, and her excitement builds rapidly as the craving for blood takes hold. She’s tasted its iron and the lust for more will take over, letting me relax now I’m certain she’s going to take the meal she needs. My eyes shut as her feeding becomes furious and I let her take happier memories, pushing moments of calm into her.

It's a moment of manipulation, but she damn well needsit.

Ivy’s fangs pierce deeper as she loses control and she feeds well, taking what she needs and more as blood lust takes over. New vampires are vicious and they have little control once they begin, unaware of where the limits lie or when enough is enough.

I run my fingers through her hair, soothing her until she’s had her fill I fist her hair, dragging her off my neck and ignoring the snapping, hissing protests as she fights to return to the blood making her high. Her features are sharp, her eyes vermillion and her fangs drip with blood as my wife snarls at me for denying her the pleasure she’s taken from me. From my blood.

“Better?” I ask.

Ivy scowls and the fight I thought she was losing returns with a vengeance. Her weight shifts as she adjusts herself on my lap and her color returns, her body and mind rejuvenated by my blood. She’s alert and desperate for another high, chasing anything that will take the edge off the craving coursing through her.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

I smirk and nod. “There are other pleasures, Ivy.”

She has little inhibition and I’d hoped we’d get here when I offered her my neck, eager to fuck until she knows she’s mine and some fucking balance is restored. There won’t be much of it until Ivy works her aggression out, but it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure of fucking my wife, and I’ll remind her of her place before we’re done.

Ivy’s eyes flash scarlet and they’re as dazzling as her ruby collar. She won’t be taking it off, even now she’s turned, especially when it looks so stunning around her precious, perfect neck. Her teeth draw back as she fidgets, trying to ignore the arousal burning through her body as she wonderswhat to do about the blood around her mouth.

My smirk widens as I tighten my hold, leaning forward and teasing her with my proximity. We’re so fucking close she’ll feel my breath on her skin and I lick her face, tasting my own blood as I clean it away. Her lips move, parting and pleading for more as her back arches and her tits press into me, trying to tempt me to kiss her.

I’m keen, but I want her to fucking take from me.

Ivy needs to accept her transformation. That’s why it isn’t taking hold and why she can’t complete the change. She needs to give in to the thrall of the darkness and all its desires, and if I have to modify mine to let that happen, then it’s a price I’ll willingly pay.

For her.

And her alone.

She whines and hisses, and I ignore every fucking sound driving me wild as her tension builds. She’s fraught. A needy hot mess of arousal ready to unleash itself and sate the fire burning inside of her.

Ivy’s right: I’m an asshole.

And I’m going to make her wait until it’s unbearable before I let her take what she wants from me. Her whines grow more frantic as she pulls against my hold, ignoring the pain spreading over her scalp as her mouth searches for mine.

“Almost there, lea.”

She growls and her eyes narrow, infuriated with the game I’m forcing her to play. I lap slowly, drawing out her agony as Ivy claws my arms, threatening to dig her rapidly sharpening nails in.

“Behave, or you won’t get my cock.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

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