Page 85 of Even Vampires Bleed
My throat is feeling super dry, and I feel like all the liquid in my body left me, but what’s more preoccupying is the fact my vision is going gray. It’s getting darker and darker.
What the hell is happening to me?
“Blood.”
I’ve lost too much blood.
I need blood.
Léandre cut himself, and then his wrist is right under my nose.
He didn’t need to cut himself, truly. My canines lengthen and puncture each side of the cut and I start drinking.
Oh, did I forget to tell you? Humans don’t only call us vampires because of our speed and lifespans…
We’re the only shifter species that can survive on blood.
So, of course, it made it easier for them to call us that.
And right now, I’m truly embracing human folklore as I drink Léandre’s blood.
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Léandre
Iknew bat-shifters could drink blood as a sustenance.
Any shifter knows that.
But knowing and feeling it first hand are two very, very different things.
You’d think that as Cassiopé sucks me dry—okay, I might be exaggerating a bit here, but she’s taking her fill, alright—I’d feel lightheaded, would go limp or something like that.
Wrong.
Quite the opposite is happening.
As her lips touch my skin, as her fangs pierce my wrist some more, all I can feel is the soft pull of her mouth… Everywhere.
It feels like she hot-wired me, and my wrist is directly linked to my cock, because it only takes a couple of seconds for me to be hard as fuck and to lose my mind.
There must be something in bat-shifters saliva because she instantly turns me into a hot mess.
All I want to do is put her on my lap and make her ride me as she drinks from me.
Maybe she’s drinking me dry after all,I think to myself.
Because that thought—her riding my cock—isn’t something that crossed my mind before now.
Not that I don’t think she looks good. She’s beautiful and everything I want in a woman. And I can definitely say that I enjoyed seeing her naked the other day on theparvis,but I also know she hates me, and I don’t take the habit of pining after someone who doesn’t want me.
Maybe past me did, but in this life, it’s not going to happen.
So, no, I haven’t been mad with lust for Cassiopé… Until now.
I’m frozen where I stood when I gave her my wrist, right next to her, with a hard on that I can’t hide because I threw all my clothes out of the jet before shifting earlier.
All I want is to stop standing like an idiot and rub my left hand around my aching cock while she keeps taking what she needs.
