Page 249 of Flirting with Darkness

“Don’t you dare fucking stop. Suck. Feed on me, baby. Take what you need.”

I latched back on with my lips and did exactly what he said, swallowing over and over as he pumped his fist up and down.

This wasn’t just sex. It was something else. It was hard and raw and earth-shattering. That pull on my chest grew almost painful, but I paid it no mind, too lost in Dav’s taste and touch.

My orgasm built quickly. I tried to let go, to tell him, but I couldn't bear the thought of releasing his neck.

“Elliot...dammit. I-I can’t…hold on…”

A deep low growl rolled up my throat as I took a strong hard draw of his spicy blood. He exploded, bellowing his pleasure, warmth spilling over our skin and his fingers. My own climax rocketed through me, every cell in my body on fire, my muscles locked tight. I couldn’t contain my roar, unlatching my teeth to let it free. Spasms shuddered through me for so long I thought I’d pass out. I gripped on for dear life to the solid wall of muscle that was Davlov, dropping my head to his shoulder, panting and utterly spent as I slowly came down. I trembled, wrapping my arms around him not wanting to leave the warmth of his body.

I stayed like that until my breathing started to calm, but pain yanked at my heart when I realised how still he was. I pulled back, but my attention snapped to the blood leaking from the two puncture wounds in his neck. Puncture wounds I’d made. The sight made me feel satisfied and a whole heap of other emotions I couldn’t begin to name. His blood ran down the strong column of his neck in twin rivulets, soaking his skin and tee. I inhaled, licked my lips and growled. “Mine.”

His throat bobbed. “If you lick the wounds they will heal,” he said, his voice hoarse.

My nostrils flared. I didn’t want to heal them. I wanted everyone to know what I’d done. But I hated how still he was. How quiet. Slowly, I leaned in and dragged my tongue over the wounds. Dav’s breath caught when I hummed. “Damn you are the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I told him truthfully.

His cock twitched against mine, but he let us both go. “Was that your first taste of blood?”

I blinked, my heart stuttering at the empty tone in his voice.

“Yes.”

I frowned, I’d never even considered taking blood before, but I’d known exactly what to do with him. I also knew I’d never want anyone else's. Only his.

“Then that’s why.” He pushed me back a few steps, steadying me when I stumbled. “You should go and rest before it hits you.”

Now I was really confused, by his words and yet another withdrawal. What I’d felt had been mind blowing in every way. Clearly, it meant absolutely nothing to him.

“Before what hits me? The after effects of the blood? Yourblood? Or the fact that you’re backing the fuck away from me again like I’m some pariah!”

Dav grabbed a towel and threw it at me. “Clean yourself up.” He tucked himself away without bothering to wipe our cooling cum off his skin, then turned his back on me. “Go and rest, Elliot. You’re going into bloodlust.”

“Bloodlust?”

Bloodlust was for full blooded vamps hitting maturity, or newly fledged vampires to finish their transition into a Made. Victor had told me half-bloods didn’t transition. My hands shook. But Victor had lied to me about just about everything.

“Yes. Fuck, Elliot! Just listen to me! Go! Go and lock yourself in your godsdamned room right now!” he bellowed. “I have to leave!”

I swallowed. “You’re going? After what we just shared?”

“I have a damned job to do. One that doesn’t include helping you discover your vampire nature. It’s too dangerous for us both. I’ll get some blood sent up to you. Drink it as soon as it arrives, it will dull the cravings. If you’re lucky your human side will prevent the need for sex.”

Ice crept into my heart, pushing away the hope and…love… that had bloomed in my chest for this moody, insufferable, yet utterly bewitching vampire. He was so damned bossy—and caring—when he let himself be. But right then, he was being an total bastard. Gods, he’d looked after me from the moment he’d taken me prisoner. He’d made me eat, given me the skills to take my revenge, made me feel stronger, like I could actually be somebody—until he’d ripped that hope away. I shook my head. I was so stupid. No matter the physical draw between us, he didn’t need a half-blood, he needed his freedom; he was too ancient, too powerful, tooeverything, to be tied to me. The scent of me on him would fade quickly. I wasn’tvampireenough for it to linger, nor was this ever likely to happen again. That was as clear as fucking crystal. My eyes burned, but I forced my chin up.

“Yeah? Don’t worry, if it doesn’t, I won’t bother you, I’ll visit Vito or one of the others, they can help me through it.”

“No they fucking can’t,” he snarled. “You’re off limits. None of them will touch you.”

“None of them will touch the dirty half-breed, is that it? Especially not you! Fuck you, Dav.”

I walked away from him, leaving him to storm in the opposite direction right out through the back door. He was right, I felt drunk. The corridors tilted, the metallic and addictive taste of his blood still on my tongue when I stumbled and fell to my knees. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

It felt like hours before I could summon enough energy to get to my feet. Exhausted, I staggered into my room, locked the door and fell face first onto the bed, passing out.

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