Page 9 of Taste of Forever
The honeyed voice took on a gentler tone than I expected, and then I felt the warm contact of someone’s skin against mine. Fingers supporting my wrist. I could see them through the hole in the screen. Long masculine fingers with short, clean nails and skin slightly paler than mine. His hand felt big.
“Are you comfortable?”
The question, and the concern it conveyed, were more surprises.
“Yes, thank you.”
Something else touched me—a cool jelly-like substance on the upturned underside of my wrist applied with a gloved finger.
“Give it about thirty seconds to take effect, and then he’ll feed from your wrist,” said the female staff member I couldn’t see.
Right, this was the numbing gel mentioned in the form. They applied it to prevent any pain during the initial bite.
This was it. This was actually about to happen. If my phone wasn’t picking up clear audio, I was going to be really pissed about going through all this for nothing. Assuming I survived.
“Okay,” I said, trying not to let my nerves show.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” said the man about to drink my blood. “I’m actually pretty good at this. I’ve been a vampire my whole life.”
Somehow, the unexpected humor broke through my fear and pulled a laugh out of me. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, and I do come here often. I don’t even need an invitation.”
A vampire making vampire jokes? What kind of alternate universe was this? The whole absurdity of this experience had me giggling, because what else could I do but laugh?
My giggling fit ended just as the female employee wiped the excess numbing gel from my wrist. “It should be set by now.”
A firm grip wrapped around my wrist and forearm. It didn’t hurt, but also ensured I wasn’t going anywhere. After his effort to ease my nerves with laughter, the hold felt secure, almost comforting.
“This won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I already knew it wouldn’t. That was what the gel was for. But I absolutely did not mind that silky voice reassuring me, even promising me.
“Okay,” I said, bracing myself with deep breaths. “I’m ready.”
A few seconds passed before I felt the soft pressure of lips on my wrist. I tensed at the contact only because I was expecting much worse, but it almost felt like a soft touch of affection. Not quite a kiss, but almost.
Next came the sharpness of what could only be his fangs. I felt no pain, but he pierced through my skin like a knife through butter. When he pulled at my vein, the last thing I expected was a rush of sensitivity.
It was a full-body shiver that made me aware of everything, from the toes inside my socks to my pulse in my lips. Actually, I could feel my pulse in more places. Even between my legs.
Been a while since I felt anything down there.
The vampire took a few more draws at my wrist before I realized my pulse was pounding harder, and the sensitivity all over my body was ramping up. I clamped my thighs togetherin an effort to ease the ache between them. My skin felt hot, my clothes too scratchy. The mouth on my wrist pulled in a tight seal and I fought the urge to squirm. I craved friction. Frustration and aching need coiled within me, building an urgent desperation for release.
When my breaths turned to pants and I found myself stifling whimpers and moans, the realization hit me like a brick wall.
I was turned on.Reallyfucking turned on, like I never had been before in my life.
A creature I had never believed to be real was currently drinking my blood and I felt moments away from an orgasm because of it.
The absurdity of the situation left my mind and was replaced by an all-consuming need. Every pull of the vampire’s mouth felt like a teasing stroke of fingers against my clit, winding me up, but never enough to reach my destination. I needed more, like his mouth on me down there. I needed something thick and solid to fill up this ache inside me, to pound me roughly while I tasted sharp, fanged kisses…
Then, all at once, the delicious sensations were ripped away. My pulse still pounded insistently, my breaths short, but the vampire’s mouth was gone from my wrist.
The same voice that had gently reassured me now growled, “Get your fucking hands off me if you want to keep them.”
Things were happening around me quickly, and my lust-drunk brain was struggling to catch up. Someone grabbed my arm, urging me to stand up. I rose on wobbly legs and then was pulled through an open door into a hallway.
