Page 65 of Bad Demon

Dark need curled inside me, untamed and uncontrollable. Between my thighs was swollen and slick, and I felt so fucking empty that it hurt. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing down on the hardness beneath me, trying to fill that emptiness, even through his underwear—the only thing between us. I ground down harder, gripping his shoulders, and rolled my hips.

“That’s it, sweetness. Whatever you need, you get it from me. You take it from me.”

Yes! Yes, I’ll take it from him because he’s mine. Relic is mine.

I tore my mouth from his throat long enough to cry out as I came hard, grinding on him. Then I latched back onto his throat, rocking against him, feeding in a frenzied way I had no control over. I didn’t want to control it. I wanted to feed, and … sweet Lucifer, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be fucked.

“Fuck me,” I groaned against his throat. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

I ground my clit down on him, bucking and grinding, and I came again, sweating and trembling and crying out, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Relic hissed.

“Please,” I begged.

One minute, I was straddling him on the bathroom floor, and the next, he was up and carrying me to the bedroom.

“Not gonna fuck you, Tink, not yet.”

I growled, rubbing up on him while I slid my tongue over the blood still sluggishly pulsing from his vein. “Please, I need it,” I said, knowing I couldn’t make Relic do shit, at least not in this, not when it didn’t involve my protection or our deal.

A breathless chuckle left him. Then, he dumped me on the bed and came down on top of me. “I know you want it, but you’re not in your right mind, and as much as I’d love to get inside that sweet-as-fuck pussy, I’m not doing anything that will make you hate me later. When I fuck you, you won’t be blood-drunk; you’ll be fully fucking sober. Don’t move.”

He climbed off the bed, and I protested, spreading my thighs and rocking my hips.

“Hold tight, Fern.”

He opened the door, grabbed something from outside, shut the door again, and strode into the bathroom. The sound of running water came next. Then, he was back with something in his hand and lay down beside me.

He pressed it—whatever it was—against my thigh. It was rubbery and vibrating.

“What is that?”

“Something that vibrates to get you off nice and easy so you don’t hurt yourself.”

A vibrator? He’d gotten me a vibrator.

“When? How?”

Instead of answering, he pressed his wrist to my lips and put the vibrator in my hand. I was too turned on, too hungry still, to resist. I sank my teeth into him, into his vein, and rolled my hips as his blood filled my mouth again. He curled his fingers around my hand and led the toy to my pussy, running it over my clit. I jerked and bit down harder.

Relic growled. “Put it where you need it; put it where it feels good.”

I might be blood-drunk, but I knew I’d come twice, that I had to come at least two more times, that for once, Iwantedto come two more times. I slid it through my slickness, rubbing it over my clit, and the vibrations had my eyes rolling back.

“Oh gods.” I rocked against it, panting.

It was too much, and I slammed my thighs closed around it, pulling it back a little bit so it was still touching me but with less intensity. A moment later, I arched off the bed, groaning low, coming a third time, while my inner muscles clenched fiercely around nothing.

“I feel empty,” I groaned.

“Then push it inside you, baby. That’s what it’s for—to make you feel good,” he said. “Show me how you like to be fucked, Fern.”

His gravelly voice rolled through me. How could I still be turned on?

Holding on to his wrist tight, I drew deeply on his vein, and with my other hand, I positioned the vibrator right where I needed it. I slid it in slowly, and my eyes widened. Then I whimpered when I saw him. Relic was watching me, his eyes glowing gold in the shadowed room.

I lapped at his wrist. The zing of his blood and the feel of being filled—it was more than I knew what to do with. I lost control, sinking my fangs into his vein again as I thrust the vibrator into me repeatedly, my eyes locked on Relic the whole time.

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