Page 64 of Pain

I pulled in a deep inhale, my fangs instantly dropping with the need to taste her. One of her hands was on my shoulder while the other one rested on the top of my thigh, the heat of her seeping into my skin and beginning to mend the parts of me that I didn’t even know were broken.

Without saying anything, I gently pressed my fangs into the soft, smooth skin at the side of her throat, then sealed my lips over the puncture marks and began to drink the lifeblood that she so generously offered me.

Her chest rose and fell in quicker and quicker succession, her breasts right in front of my face. Her pulse raced, causing the blood to flow faster into my mouth. A groan fled the depths of my chest before I could stifle it. She was a drug. My drug.

Her breath caught and for a moment, I paused, thinking I’d hurt her in some way, but when she moaned and her blood began to pump even faster, and her breath was ragged in my ear, I realized she was climaxing. Her fingers bunched on my shoulder and thigh, squeezing as she danced around the crescendo, the scent of her arousal on the air mixing with the incredible taste of her blood was no match for my wounds which needed blood. All that blood flow migratedbetween my legs until I was aching for her. Seeping for her with desire.

Her hand shifted slightly on my thigh, and she brushed my erection, gasping a little when she realized I was hard.

I could have fed for longer. I could have fed for a lifetime, but I didn’t want to take too much and cause her to pass out. So I swiftly swept my tongue across the puncture marks, sealing them, and lifted my gaze to hers.

There was no light to see the expression on her face, but I didn’t need to. Without saying anything, she stood up and began to tug down her dark-blue exercise pants. I went to work on my zipper and button, releasing my cock. Bereft of her bottoms now, she sunk back to her knees and swung her leg over my lap, straddling me. Carefully, she rested her hands on my shoulders, then rose up, and notched me at her center, the heat of her searing me in the most tantalizing way.

She sunk down half an inch, pressing her forehead to mine.

My hands fell to her hips, the tingles of healing and pleasure making me see stars.

She dropped down another half an inch, the warmth and softness of her banishing every last ache and pain inside of me.

Another half an inch.

And another.

“Whose out there?” came a gruff, booming voice followed by a bright, blinding light.

Boots on gravel shuffled toward us, accompanied by the frantic whinnying of the creatures in the barn behind us. They were going wild now, stomping their hooves and getting excited.

The light pierced my eyes and Omaera hopped off me and up to her feet, scrambling for her pants and tugging them on, just as the figure attached to the voice appeared. It was a big, looming shadow of a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

I carefully tucked myself back into my pants, but didn’t get up. Pain lanced through my brain making me cry out and crumple to my side.

“We come in peace!” Omaera said quickly, rushing to cover me. “Stop tryingto tear apart our brains. Please.”

“That one’s not a demon,” the man said, shining his light on me. The pain eased up, but it didn’t disappear.

“No. You’re right. He’s not. He’s a vampire. I’m a demon though. And we come in peace. We mean you no harm. Please, sir, we were just looking for shelter for the night. We come looking for sanctuary.”

The light swung back to Omaera, illuminating her gorgeous face, the green in her eyes glowing like two vibrant emeralds in the late afternoon sun. I’d never truly understood the muses of men who wrote sappy poetry until I met my mate. Now, it all made sense.

“Who are you?” the man asked. It was tough to see him, since he was blinding us, and making sure he was in the shadows. Was he as ugly as the other demons we’d met?

“We’re friends of Kenvin Jol,” Omaera said. “Do you know him?”

The demon grunted. “I know Kenvin.”

“Does being his friend make us your enemy or your friend?” Omaera asked warily. “We were en route back from Helltower when our vehicle was attacked by a bisibra. We were caught; our two companions managed to escape. I was able to penetrate the bisibra’s mind and have it let us go. But the fall and the creature’s claws have very much hurt my … friend, here.”

Ouch. Calling me her friend hurt worse than getting those beast’s talons through my lungs.

“Why were you at Helltower?” the demon asked.

“We had to ask some questions to one of the inmates.”

“You’re not from Hell are you?”

“No, sir. We’re from Earth, but we are here in Hell to meet Kenvin, and we needed to go to Helltower to meet with one of the prisoners.”

“What’s your name?” He shone the light back at me.

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