Page 40 of Hidden Sacrifice
“These restrictions aren’t permanent, so why don’t we enjoy this little game Jax created. Sticking to his rules, let’s see just how far we can bend them,” she whispered before licking my neck.
My hand shot up to her waist instinctually, and I gripped her tight in a warning. She was playing a dangerous game with my monster, and there was nothing more terrifying than a monster on a leash.
“Relax a little, Jace. Why don’t you have a drink?” she asked, her voice laced with seduction. She pulled my head by my hair, moving me toward the creamy skin at the base of her neck.
I didn’t need help with this part. My body surged forward, and my teeth sank into her delicate skin like I was tearing through tissue paper. Warm deep rich blood rushed toward the surface only to be met by my greedy tongue, but it wasn’t enough. The monster inside me ran up to feed, powering my muscles as I bit into her roughly. Tearing away part of the skin as I pulled on her blood deeper before she healed again.
Her body writhed against the wall, moaning lightly and whimpering with each bite. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me in closer and encouraging me to keep going. I took better control of the bite, digging my fangs in deeply and pulling the blood out slowly and continuously. I started with a low steady pull, her throat humming out in appreciation.
Her leg was still wrapped around me, pulling me in closer so she could rub against my growing cock. As fast as Jax could knock him down, Mor could get him back up again.
My fingers fisted in her hair roughly as I pulled her to me, biting down again and giving a few short pulls in quick bursts. I felt my cock twitch as her pitch changed, and she ground herself against me. Fuck, I wanted to be inside her so badly.
She yanked on the back of my head, pulling me off and away from her blood. I smiled, licking my lips, wondering what game she was about to play. I watched as her hands roamed her dress, there were crisscrossing belts and buckles all over the place, and it appeared as though several of them were holsters. Mor opened one, pulling out a small blade.
I watched her hand holding the razor-sharp edge, entirely transfixed on what she was about to do. She brought the blade up her body, sliding the flat part against her skin. It slid effortlessly across the swells of her breasts before a flick of her wrist turned the sharp edge, so it sliced into the delicate skin there. Drops of blood welling from the thin line she drew; the skin patching up and healing after releasing its sweet nectar. Her hand moved away from her breast, taking the blade with her as a single crimson line called out to me.
Using the guise of feeding, the movement of my body was permitted as I brought my tongue to her skin, slowly licking and kissing away all the blood. This, I could work with.
She brought her hand with the blade back up, this time cutting into the swell of her other breast, a bit deeper this time. The blood welled and started to drip, rolling over her curves down to the leather of the dress.
My tongue flicked out, racing to collect each drop. It was like licking a melting ice cream cone, desperate to collect each delicious stream before I lost any of it to her dress. Still holding the blade, her hand rested against the wall beside her head, tiny drops of blood marring the silver.
My gaze shifted higher to her face as her head rested against the wall, her eyes closed as if to mean she was savoring every one of these stolen touches. The thrill of bending the rules washed over me, taking away some of the stings of having rules in the first place. I just had to kiss her again.
Her lips met with mine, slowly and delicately, as she set the pace. Our tongues twisted and danced together before she nipped my bottom lip, calling out her control over the kiss and her claim.
“Take the dress off, Darling,” I whispered against her lips.
“Only one easy way to do that,” she whispered back. She opened her eyes to give me a devilish smirk before I felt the heat of her fire. Burning away the dress into nothing more than swirling embers that lit up the hallway like tiny bioluminescent insects.
I looked between us, her breasts perky with taut nipples that ached to be touched. Below that was the dip of her waist, my hand still tightly holding on to her. My thumbs ached to caress her silky-smooth skin but stubbornly refused to bend to my will.
I pulled back from her slightly, giving myself a better view of her body on full display for me. Her leg was still hitched around my waist, which allowed me to spread her a little with my movements. Her thighs glistened with arousal, and all I wanted to do was sink to my knees before her and lick off every drop.
“Cut yourself again, Darling, lower this time. I’m still starved,” I said. I even felt the creep of my tone as it dipped into a command.
Her hand holding the blade moved slowly, teasingly as she dragged the metal against the skin of her stomach. She cut herself horizontally, just under her breasts; the line welled with blood before dipping her finger, smearing it onto her skin.
My fangs ached as my mouth watered and my grip on her hip tightened. My tongue reached out to follow the blood as I took my time cleaning her skin.
She used her finger to scoop up a single plump drop of blood that she placed delicately on her nipple. The droplet looked back at me like a jeweled adornment before I sucked it into my mouth. Her breathy gasp made me smile before I sucked harder, trying to get every last drop. Her hips rolled into me as she rubbed her clit against me.
I could call in one of the other demons to assist, but the greedy part wanted to see just how far I could manage independently. Switching breasts, I focused on the other with the same diligence as the first. My mouth was hungry for each taste of her skin coated in blood and power. She tasted like a fall morning after a hard night of rain, lighting a fire to chase away the cold dampness while bringing life back into your bones.
“Please, Jace. More,” she gasped as one of her hands came up to the back of my head, knotting in my hair pulling me into her harder.
I felt her hand that held the blade slipping between our bodies before the tangy-sweet scent of her blood hit me with renewed vigor. This time, she cut herself deeper down her stomach to the top of her pubic bone. The blood pooling on her lower abdomen in the dip created with her leg positioned around me the way it was.
Hungrily my tongue trailed lower, and I was forced to slide down her body, hitching her leg on my shoulder instead of my waist. My tongue dipped into the dark warm well of her blood. My gaze was fixed on her as my tongue brushed her skin with each dip into the well.
She matched my stare with an intensity all her own. Pulling on my hair roughly as my body fought against her touch. It should have let me lay her out on the hallway floor and made her scream until the other demons came out to investigate. She smiled at me, and I knew that look filled with mischief as the muscles in her abdomen contorted to allow just a little blood to spill over.
My tongue eagerly chased after it as it trailed down her slit, mixing with her arousal. “Fuck, you taste like sin itself, darling,” I groaned appreciative of every lick.
Between the blade in her hands and the deliberate tilt of her waist, she controlled the steady stream of blood that ran across her pussy before meeting my awaiting tongue. I licked and sucked her folds just barely within the rules of feeding. I was, in fact, eating.
The better I did, the more control she lost as blood began to spill off the sides rather than being directed between her thighs. My tongue worked quickly to snatch up every last drop, and my hand on her hip helped pin her in a better position so the blood would spill directly between her thighs as long as the blood pool didn’t run dry.
