Page 10 of Reaper's Revenge
“That you’d taken me with you the night you were in the café. I rode on the back of your motorcycle.”
My mind explodes with images of her wrapped around me, the wind in her hair, my pipes roaring in our wake as we glide down a heavily tree-lined road. It would be bliss to feel her at my back, holding me like her life depended on it. “Mm, I can make that happen. Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up and bring you home?”
“I’d like that a lot.” Her elated expression tells me she’d enjoy it even more as well. I doubt she’d be this happy if I took her back to the club and locked her away in my room, keeping her from everyone else. I doubt she’d let me; I feel fire in her veins when I touch her, and something tells me she’ll be hell to reckon with if angered.
“Good, but until then, I need a taste.” I press my lips to hers briefly before dropping to my knees. I’ve had her lips; now I want her pussy.
Chapter Eight
Reaper
She’s wearing what this generation would consider to be an old-fashioned waitressing uniform. It’s straight out of the sixties, and so help me, I shouldn’t find it this sexy, yet I do. I want to buy her one in every color, just so I can push the skirt up to her waist and lick her pussy in it.
I watch her, flicking my gaze between her expression and the spot I can’t wait to taste most. On my knees, she’s the perfect height for my face. I lean in, inhaling deeply to take in her delectable scent. My hands eagerly find her thighs, gliding upward, pushing the stiff cotton fabric of her uniform to rest at her waist and out of my way.
She gasps, staring down at me with wide, glazed eyes. They’re full of desire mixed with surprise, while her back leans to press against the graying wall siding on her porch. The night air is cool and calm against my face, but her skin is like a live wire under my palms, hot and enticing. Alive and alluring.
I want to bite her.Badly.
The smell of her excitement dripping between her thick thighs is sweet and tantalizing, making my dick harden at the mere thought of tasting her juices. The aroma is heady, and mixed with the scent of her blood pulsing beneath her flesh, it has me fighting my control.
It’s intoxicating.
My mouth waters, while my fangs tingle from the venom filling them, begging me to turn her. The scent of her blood and her essence is nearly too much to bear. Mixed with the smoothness from her skin, the hunt from earlier when I was following her, and it’s all filling me with a nearly unbearable hunger.
I won’t turn her, no matter how hard I have to fight my instincts. She’llneverconsume my blood, no matter how many times I bite her. I will, eventually…Bite her. I’ll bring her so much pleasure that after she finds out what I am, she’ll beg me to sink my fangs into her and taste her in other ways.
“Mm, you smell delightful,” I admit, inhaling deeply once more, never getting my fill. Her cheeks are bright, and the flush deepening against her pale skin only draws me to her more. She’s stunning, and something tells me she doesn’t realize to what degree. The porch light casts a warm glow on her bare skin, illuminating the goosebumps that prickle her flesh. They’re like my own private invitation, drawing me in to set her soul on fire with pleasure.
My fingers slip underneath the elastic of her sensible cotton panties, gripping them to rip, then I exhale, making myself hold back. I don’t want to frighten her off; we’re too new. I’ll save the ripping for another time, so I push them down her legs instead. She lifts one foot at a time, when I tug them to remove the fabric completely. Bunching the panties in my fist, I shove them inside the small inner pocket I have inside my cut, next to a flask of blood I carry everywhere with me. I’ll want to smell her later, so they now belong to me.
With the last obstruction out of my way, I push her thighs wide, opening her to me. She’s tempting, with her wet pink pussy on display like this, silently begging for my touch. Once I’ve looked my fill, I lean in. My tongue finds her slit hot and soaked, her body ready for my touch. Her pussy lips are swollen, conveying her neediness to be filled and fucked. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s taken a man inside her? I wonder if my size would be too much? My power too strong? I would try to hold off, but most likely wouldn’t be able to very well. She calls to me far too fiercely.
I ache inside at the sight of her tiny clit, knowing it needs me to suck on it until I make her dizzy. I will, but first, I want her essence on my tongue, filling my mouth. I lick her slowly, savoring her taste, feeling her body quiver in response. Her hands grip my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.
“Oh, God!” She moans quietly, her voice motivating me to make her repeat herself. I want her crying out my name, remembering this moment for the rest of her life.
My tongue explores her folds, every delicious, achy spot making her gasp and writhe against me. Her desire is a heady scent, continuously filling the air, driving me wild with building lust. Her pussy is a feast for my senses, and I am positively ravenous for her.
Athena’s blood rushes just beneath the surface under the path my tongue makes, the heat of it calling to my baser needs. Her pounding heart, her dripping pussy, her blood… All of it coming together is begging me to take one taste.
Only one.
My lips cover her pussy, sucking. My mouth is open wide enough that a fang accidentally grazes her flesh.Just enough.A tiny trail slices through her flesh, the blood welling instantly.
My vision turns hazy, red. My fists clench. Droplets of rich, sweet blood fall on my tongue, and it takes every single molecule of control I have not to suck deeply. To sink my fangs into her pussy and drink freely.
Her taste is…Heaven. Rich, indulgent. Take your favorite drink in the world and times the flavor by a thousand, and you’ll have an inkling of how her blood dances across my tongue. The few droplets are intoxicating, like drinking shots of whiskey, and then attempting to walk a straight line. I’m blood drunk on her with only a few droplets. How is it possible? I’ve drunk my fill from so many over the years since I was turned that I’ve lost count, gorged myself on their blood, and never once felt blood drunk.
She shatters around my mouth, adding to the flavor, and I groan. It’s beyond difficult to hold myself back, to only take a sample when I want to sink my fangs into her flesh as deeply as they’ll go. I draw back, still a bit dazed as I savor her flavor on my tongue. I wanted her to never forget this, but I’ll be the one remembering, never finding another to give me this heady feeling.
She’s life-changing. Soul-shattering. It’ll be the end of me yet, I know it.
Leaning back, my stare pins on her pussy first. The tiny scratch from my fangs, the deep pink from my sucking, the glistening wetness from her excitement. My gaze climbs higher, finding her watching me. Her lips are parted, tiny pants escaping her, cheeks still red, eyes lowered from her orgasm. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman before.
“That was...Wow,” she compliments, her voice breathy and low. If it weren’t for the side of the house, I’d be holding her up right now as well.
Climbing to my feet, I lower her uniform fabric back in place, covering her again. It’s the last thing I want, to not take this inside and sink balls deep inside her. “Yeah, it was.” I agree, and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear that had come loose from her ponytail. “So, tomorrow? We still on?”
