Page 86 of Even Vampires Bleed
In my luck, though, she doesn’t seem to notice the state I’m in and keeps swallowing my blood like it’s a treat. The pull gets slower and softer, and I know I don’t have long before she finally sees how aroused I am from what just happened.
But what the fuck just happened?
I hope that the fox has running water, because I need a freaking cold shower.
I probably need to take care of my hard on, too, because I’m seconds away from exploding.
If she doesn’t stop, I might very well come without even touching myself.
Fuck, does that mean I’m a virgin?
Right now, I do feel like a virgin, but since I have no memory, I have no way of knowing if I’ve ever been with a woman—or a man. Maybe I was gay or bi in my previous life? There is still the possibility that my only release has been with my hand.
Cassiopé was in my room the day I woke up without memory, so I think maybe I’m not a virgin, but I still feel like one.
In this life, the only thing I’ve fucked so far is my hand for sure.
None of Elhyor’s warriors had any appeal, and none of them had even a fraction of the effect Cassiopé is having on me right now.
Cassiopé stops drinking, and I suddenly feel a bit light-headed.
There really must be something in her saliva, because I didn’t feel even a bit winded when her lips were still on me.
Or maybe it’s just my traitorous mind that wants her lips to be back on my body.
Right where I’m aching.
I look down to see how Cassiopé is faring, but catch a glimpse of my cock. No wonder I’m in pain—it’s not just a bead of precum that has spilled out, but enough to start dripping on the underside of my cock.
But I’m still frozen the way I was, because Cassiopé hasn’t released my wrist. She pulled her fangs from it, sure, but her hand is still clasped around my wrist and I can feel the slow intakes and releases of air from her mouth, hovering over my skin.
I don’t dare move.
And suddenly, as if Cassiopé remembers who she fed from, she drops my hand and tips her face up.
“I’m going to faint,” she says, and I barely have any time to register what she just said before she sags to the ground.
As fast as I can, I get in the way of her falling—and hurting herself any other way—and cradle her in my arms.
Well, there’s only one way forward now.
To the cabin we go.
I don’t bother getting the bags on my first trip there, and I directly walk to the door I’ve seen at the back of the room, betting that the bedrooms are there.
I manage to open with one hand without dropping Cassiopé and go through the door.
It takes me a second for my eyes to get used to what I’m seeing and when they do, my stomach drops.
Because this little trip just got a little harder.
It’s not a corridor. There aren’t multiple bedrooms. And there aren’t multiple beds.
There is only one bedroom, with an open bathroom and… only one bed.
We’re doomed.
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