Page 91 of Feeding Frenzy

He pressed a finger under my chin and forced my face up. I looked into his gray eyes. “Are you okay with me feeding you?” He went silent and a little dent formed between his eyebrows.

In answer, I stood and slid my arms around his neck. He was so smooth and taut. His carefully parted hair sat in place. He never applied product in it. He was blessed with silky, perfect hair. I ran my fingers over the moles littering his shoulder. My eyes fastened on his throat. The smooth column called my name. Unlike humans, his pulse didn’t jump under his skin. Too much time between each beat of his heart.

I pushed to my toes to reach his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his skin on one of his moles. A shudder worked over his shoulders. He slid off the edge of the desk. His arm lashed around my waist, and he pressed me flush against him. I craned my head to look into his gray eyes, tracing a path to his upturned nose. The arm banded around me tightened and he lifted me, turning me to perch me on the edge of the desk. It allowed me to reach him without straining so much, especially since he leaned down and pressed his palms into the desk, corralling me.

I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Blood flowed to the surface. The sweet taste spilled into my mouth. My fingers tightened into his back, and I pressed myself to him, stretching my mouth to cover the puncture wounds. I moaned, licking every drop of blood he offered me. I widened my legs, pressing my inner thighs against his hips.

Tobias ground forward, rubbing his hardness into the apex of my thighs. I slid my hands higher, until I slipped them into his hair. I speared them into the neat strands. He tasted so good. I moaned and he jolted against me with a guttural grunt.

Pulling back from his neck, I licked the punctures so they would heal faster and pressed kisses to his shoulder, up his jaw and to his lips. I slid my tongue against his and he matched my energy. I turned my head to twine my tongue around his, while I dropped my hands down to his waistband. The slacks were easy to unlatch.

His cock bobbed free, bouncing against my hand. I clasped onto the shaft and squeezed. He groaned, hips gyrating forward. I forced my fangs back into my gums.

Lust had taken hold of me, along with the furious need to see him lose control. Them losing it was an image I’d become addicted to. I slid off the edge of the desk and dropped to my knees.

I peeked up at him. His mouth was parted as he watched me with hungry eyes. I gripped the base of his cock. The tip beaded with liquid and my throat burned. I took him into my mouth. The salty taste coated my tongue, and I lapped the silky underside. Tobias gasped, his head falling back. I repeated the motion and with each one, he jolted on my tongue. I breathed in to smell his sweet blood.

My fangs burst free and pierced the side of his cock. He shouted, sagging forward, his palms slamming onto the desk to prop him up. I sucked blood from his cock and Tobias hissed,his hand bunching my hair. I couldn’t stop if I wanted. His sweet blood filled my mouth. I sucked again and he throbbed in my mouth. I forced my fangs back in and flicked my tongue against the puncture wounds.

“For God’s sake, Catalina,” he said, breathless. “I-I can not stop?—”

His hand stiffened in my hair, and I could tell he had tried to pull me away from his straining cock, but I didn’t let him pull me away. His shaft jolted and cum pooled in my mouth, mingling with blood. I closed my eyes, swallowing every drop of his release.

I was so into licking his shaft, that it took me a moment to register how he panted. I slowly lifted off him. He watched me with wide eyes. I smiled sheepishly, dropping my hands to my lap. He closed his eyes, shaking his head.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. His blood warmed my veins, and I studied Tobias still leaned over, with his palms propped on the desk.

“Tobias?” I said, concerned.

He straightened and staggered back a step. I hopped to my feet to grab his arm.

“Are you okay?”

He huffed out a laugh.

I studied his pale features, and the pinched aspect to his lips.

“Have you fed?”

“Not yet, I will get a blood bag—” I lifted my wrist to my mouth and sank my fangs into the thin skin. I offered it to Tobias. Blood trickled down to my elbow in the seconds he stared.

“Hurry or it will close—” I stopped with a grunt. He took my wrist and covered it with his mouth. As soon as his lick flicked across the bleeding wounds, his eyes flashed red, and he took hold of me with both hands. He grunted against my arm, suckinghard. The ticklish sensation warmed my belly. His eyelids lowered and he moaned. My eyes dropped to his hardening cock. On the third slurp, he squeezed my arm and pulled back abruptly. His shoulders moved with harsh breaths.

“Your taste has only enhanced,” he said, voice roughened.

“I feel like I should say thank you.”

He snorted and my eyebrows flew up. I’d never heard him make that sound. He cleared his throat and yanked his pants closed then plucked the sweater off the desk. With a quick jerk, he was dressed.

“Right, well.” He cleared his throat. “Come down, so I can introduce you to our temporary inhabitants.”

I leaned forward and pecked his lips.

“Yes, Priest,” I said cheekily.

The corner of his lips twitched.

“Ex—” I mouthed the word at the same time he did. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, exasperation all over his face.

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