Page 18 of Taken to the Deadlands

Ididn’t even have time to bask in my orgasm before my situation all but literally slapped me in the face.

Two hours had passed since Aris left me alone in my room. I had been forced to clean up the wound on my tit, grimacing when I realized just how bad it could have turned out if she hadn’t pulled away when she did.

I had been so turned on by her being so in control—or so I thought—that I forgot she could actually kill me without so much as a warning.

The closet had been stocked full of clothes that looked and smelled clean. Mostly robes like hers, many of which had splashes of pink and intricate embroidery on them.

There were a few pairs of pants here and there, and even panties that looked pretty and brand new.

The entire room seemed to be in much better shape than the rest of the house.

Meaning she had been waiting for me.

Or for any other humanwas my next thought.

But I didn’t want to go there.

The bathroom was also stocked, and I had access to hot water. The only downside was how freezing it was in the room.So, even though I wasn’t the slightest bit tired, I was forced to curl up in bed for warmth.

I hadn’t expected her to come back, but then there was a small knock on the door, so faint I almost missed it.

“Come in.”

There was a pause on the other side before Aris pushed open the door. She looked much better now. The veins were gone, and she even looked ashamed. Her hair was damp and stuck to her skin along with her clothes.

After what happened, I should have been scared. Or at least turned off by her.

But my eyes still followed the stray droplets that flowed down her chest.

During our time together, I had caught sight of grayish nipples that had stood erect under those robes and that were now peeking through the soft fabric. My mouth watered at the memory.

“Is now an okay time to talk about what I require?” she asked.

I frowned. Seriously? NoSorry I almost ate youapology?

“Sure. Just… keep your distance.”

She nodded and closed the door behind her without making a move to come any closer.

I sighed and beckoned her. She hesitated but crossed the room, stopping in the middle.

“I didn’t mean to lose myself like that,” she offered. “So, after you hear my terms, I would like you to pick a different payment.”

I raised my brow at her.

“So it was my orgasm that caused you to lose control?” I asked.

She tilted her head to the side.

“No, the blood.”

Confusion blossomed inside me.

“Then just don’t bite me next time?” I suggested.

She huffed and shook her head.

“Even just touching you like that spurs on my frenzy,” she confessed. “Your smell, the feeling of you around me—all of it makes me want to…tasteyou. And you seemed to like it last time.”

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