Page 18 of Perfectly Petite Shorts
“No. Vampiric bonding is often a personal and private affair. They will able to tell I’ve claimed you as my beloved.”
“And they won’t mind?” Peat sucked on his bottom lip. He wasn’t sure why he thought they’d be upset. All Peat knew was that Nirgal’s nest was important to him, and Peat didn’t want to do anything to create animosity. Everyone treated him so well. Even Gashan and Cassius had warmed up to him.
Peat wasn’t a fool. He knew the reason behind Cassius and Gashan’s acceptance was the blood running through his veins or, more likely, the fact that he shared that blood with Nirgal. They no longer feared Nirgal falling into a wakeless slumber.
“They will be joyful,” Nirgal reassured.
Peat thought so too but for some reason had needed the reassurance. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.” Peat knew the bonding would require a bite. Nirgal had yet to pierce his skin with his impressive fangs. Would it hurt? Nirgal said it wouldn’t and Peat believed him. Still, a niggle of anxiety fueled the butterflies in his belly. He’d meant what he said before. Nirgal wouldn’t hurt him. He was incapable of it.
“Beloved.” That singular word was spoken with reverence. “You are too good for me.”
“Never,” Peat reassured while tilting his head, exposing the length of his neck.
“From this day forward, you will be mine and I yours. Youwill want for nothing, and you will share the years of my life. I will cherish you through all of them. My beautiful beloved.” Nirgal’s words ghosted across Peat’s flesh before the warmth of his tongue descended, lapping at the juncture of Peat’s neck and shoulder.
Peat held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. A low growl was all the warning Peat had before Nirgal’s fangs pierced his skin. Nirgal’s saliva did its job, and Peat barely felt his skin tear. And then Nirgal’s fangs sank deeper as he drew blood from the welling wound. Peat’s eyes fluttered as waves of ecstasy crashed through him. Nirgal had told him his bite was sensuous. Goddess, why had Peat put this off so long?
Fingers gripping Nirgal’s head, Peat held his vampire to his neck, allowing him his fill. Peat’s cock filled, pulsing in time with Nirgal’s feeding. The feeling was overwhelming and with a shout of white-hot pleasure, Peat’s cock erupted.
Pulling out of the wound, Nirgal licked it closed, holding his pixie close. Peat’s cheeks were stained pink as his eyelids fluttered in sated bliss. “That was…” Peat was at a loss for words, but the satisfied grin pulling at his lips said it all. “I’m afraid I made a mess in my pants.”
Nirgal hummed in pleasure. “The scent of your release makes you all the more delicious.”
“Goddess, the things you say.”
Pulling down the edge of his shirt, Nirgal extended a single talon, slicing a thin line through his skin. Palm to the back of Peat’s head, Nirgal instructed, “Drink. Take me into your body and be mine for eternity.”
The coppery scent of Nirgal’s borrowed blood—Peat’s blood tinged with vampiric magic—teased at his senses. Peat’s licks were hesitant at first but grew bolder. Warmth bloomed within him. Tingles of fire raced here and there, and every little ache and pain Peat had gained as he aged diminished.
Pulling away, Peat’s head tilted back as he stared into thetwinkling lights the surrounding sprites created. His lips tasted of copper and if he hadn’t just cum in his pants, his cock would be exploding again.
“It’s… I feel wonderful.”
“My vampiric magic healed any malady within you. You are healthier now than the day you were born, my beloved.” Nirgal’s eyes shown with wonder.
“I’m healed?” Hope sang within Peat’s mind, its tune fragile. “My wings, are they…?” Peat twisted this way and that, hoping he would see something he’d never seen before—pristine pixie wings.
That hope quickly died. There was nothing but what had been there before. Peat choked back a sob. That minuscule hope had been there so fleetingly, and yet it was like losing his wings all over again.
“My sweet beloved.” Nirgal pulled Peat into his arms, one of his hands slipping to Peat’s back, settling between his tiny, deformed wings. “I am sorry, but my vampire magic will not change your wings. You are perfect the way you are. Perfect for me in every way. I am afraid vampiric bonding molds our beloveds into what we need them to be.”
“Extending our lifespans,” Peat answered, his voice muffled against Nirgal’s chest.
“Yes. Our magic heals anything that would threaten your life. I am afraid your wings must not fit into that category. I am so sorry you are disappointed with our bonding.” Nirgal sounded wrecked. “I promised I would not harm you but—”
“And you didn’t.” Pushing out of Nirgal’s embrace, Peat viciously rubbed at his drying tear tracks. Head held high and chin jutted out, Peat’s wings fluttered. “Your magic is right. There is nothingwrongwith my wings. They are the wings I was born with. The wings the Goddess gave me. I just…I just wish I could fly. I’ve always wondered what that would feel like. But it doesn’t matter. I am so fortunate in every other way. Asking for more is beyond ridiculous and borders on ungrateful. I’ve found a home to bond with and am the beloved of the most wonderful vampire in the world.”
“Oh, beloved.” Nirgal cupped Peat’s chin, leaning in and claiming another kiss. For the first time, Nirgal wasn’t as careful. His fangs nipped and small trickles of perfect blood tantalized his mouth.
Peat moaned into Nirgal’s mouth, hoping his vampire would take him then and there. Most likely Nirgal would have except the sprites chose that moment to surround them, their twittering chatter nearly overwhelming.
Pulling away, Peat turned his head, ready to scold the sprites and ask for a little privacy when one of them flew forward so fast they nearly slammed into Peat’s forehead.
“You want to fly?” The sprite practically vibrated with anticipation.
Peat stood there, Nirgal’s arms still wrapped around him and his cock making a valiant effort at another round. Confused, he said, “I’d love to be able to fly. But my wings are—”
“Too small,” the sprite answered while vigorously nodding its head. “But they still produce wonderful dust.”
