Page 14 of V for Vengeance

Needed more.

Phillip tensed under me as I crawled up his body and licked his lip where it’d already healed. I sucked on it hard enough to make the oversized Hunter groan, close to biting him again. Just a taste. That was all I needed. A little taste. His blood was calling to me, practically screaming. His pulse throbbed in my ears, under my tongue and fingers. It was impossible to ignore.

My soft whimper of frustration finally forced action from the stiff Hunter. Grabbing my ass, Phillip guided my hips into a hard roll against his stomach, and my head fell back into a needy moan. “Calm down, lass. You know I’ll take care of you, so sit pretty for me and wait.”

Familiar sensations slithered through my body, awakening the urge to submit to his every command—to do whatever the older Hunter wanted from me. I stopped and waited. Even as hungry and as desperate as I was for his blood, I stayed on his lap and waited like I was supposed to.

Brushing red hair away from my face, Phillip collected another handful and angled my head back. Another heady moan fled my mouth, ready for punishment. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered between gentle kisses and nips along my arched neck.

My skin prickled with the praise, and I sunk fingers into his hair. “I’m still hungry.”

“I know, maus,” came his gruff reply, Phillip’s torso tautening in a silent fight not to give in right away.

He wanted me begging for it. He never gave me what I wanted right away, and it drove me crazy. Even with something anyone would deem crucial, Phillip made me wait. With one word, I could put an end to the torture and get what I needed. But I wouldn’t utter it. I wanted to be his good girl.

Always.

Leaning forward, I sucked on his lip piercing before dropping down and swirling my tongue around the one in his nipple. My eyes flicked up to his, begging him to give into me.

Phillip’s jaw clenched. The all-animal growl he let loose tickled my lips before the powerful Hunter yanked my head back in punishment—a punishment a brat like me deserved. His other hand glided down my neck, and his hungry eyes followed its seductive path.

With his light eyes gleaming in warning, Phillip stole my bra right from my chest, tearing through the lace like it was tissue paper. He palmed my breast with his large hand and pinched the hardened nipple between his fingers.

I barely bit back a wanting sound when he gave my nipple a small tug. The pain went straight to my hips. To anyone else, it’d be nothing. With my heightened senses, it was torture. Absolute fucking torture.

My chest rose and fell with effort. But I didn’t move. I knew better. If I waited for him, he’d give me what I needed. He always did. With Phillip, pain was always prelude to pleasure, but I’d have to be patient, or I’d be forced to wait longer.

“Please,” I whispered, swallowing, ready to do whatever it took to get what I wanted.

“I’m going to suggest something, V, and I’ll caution you never to do it with anyone else because…”

The hand kneading my breast and tormenting my nipple dropped to the place between my legs. I’d been wet before, but now I was practically dripping for him. One of his fingers passed over the moisture he found there. I nearly lost it when he pushed a finger inside, but he didn’t do more than that. Instead, he flicked and rub my clit. More torture. Nothing he did was meant to satisfy, only tease.

When I swiveled my hips, hoping it’d force action or at the very least relieve tension, he pulled his hand away and licked the finger he’d put inside me clean. It took every ounce of control left in me not to rub myself on his already hardening cock. I was so close to getting what I wanted. I didn’t want to risk another indiscretion. If anyone knew how to keep a girl on the edge of pleasure, it was this bastard.

“Because they won’t be able to overpower you if you lose yourself.” His wild eyes held mine. “Not like I can.”

I waited, barely breathing.

His hand slid over my thigh, teasing my skin to perfect sensitivity. Then his eyes caught mine again. “Bite me, V.”

Not expecting the command, I stiffened and opened my mouth. “W-what?”

“Come on, maus, drink your fill,” Phillip demanded, dragging me towards his neck. “I’ll stop you when you’ve taken enough.”

I was still rigid as the other Hunter angled his neck to the side, the pulse of his jugular stealing my gaze in an instant. My own pulse thrummed so loud in my ears I almost didn’t hear what he said next.

“And while you take what you need, lass, I’m going to fuck you and take what I need, too.” He rubbed a little milky liquid on his neck where his jugular vein throbbed, his lips tilted.

I wasn’t sure what it did, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with ensuring I could take blood from him. Phillip had so many different concoctions and inventions that didn’t make sense to me until he used them, but I could barely think, let alone wonder for what purpose he created this one.

The hand holding my head brought my open mouth right to his throat, and the other one worked his pants open before slipping my underwear to the side. The sweet call of his blood made the thoughts of uncertainty disappear. I sunk my fangsinto his tattooed skin without another thought and lapped up the flow of blood when it reached my mouth.

Phillip’s hand gripped the back of my neck before his cock drove into me. The intense sensation nearly forced me to flee my meal, but his hand kept me locked to his neck as his hips slammed into me.

“Fuck,” Phil groaned, his pace wild and unforgiving. The way he uttered the word suggested I wasn’t the only one overcome by a craving. And it made me suck harder. Take more than my fair share.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered thickly. “Only I can give this to you. Say it, V.”

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