Page 11 of Space Vampire
His fingers skim over the folds of my pussy, exploring me, and then his teeth are gone from my throat and he’s licking the hot, throbbing spot on my neck, and I wish he was licking the hot, throbbing spot between my thighs. “You taste sogood, Dana,” he tells me, his whisper reverent. “Blood tastes so much better from you.”
I whimper, pulling two of his fingers together and then guiding them to my clit. “Watch your claws.”
Then, using his hand, I show him how to touch me there, how to rub gentle circles over that nub of flesh until I’m writhing. He takes another sip from my throat even as he touches me, and the combination of his bite and his fingers makes me climax so hard that I see stars.
It takes me a moment to recover. Longer than a moment, really. I probably sit in his lap, panting and dazed, for a good ten or twenty minutes. All the while, he licks the wound he made in my throat and murmurs to me about how delicious I tasted, and how much he enjoyed drinking from me. He was careful with me the entire time, and there’s not even a scratch from his deadly claws. His nose grazes my skin, and I let out a little sigh of happiness.
It’s been a long time since I’ve come. A really freaking long time. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that. I feel good now, though. Relaxed and dreamy, and strangely enough, I feel protected. Like Vlad’s going to look out for me and take care of me. “Well ... that was ... whew. Did ... did you get enough?”
His lips brush over the side of my neck again, as if he can’t help himself. “I did. It’s so potent when it comes directly from you. I didn’t need to take much.”
I want to stretch. No, actually, I want to preen I feel so darn good. “I’m glad, because I have a feeling we’re both going to want to do that, over and over again.”
Vlad chuckles, the sound rusty, as if he’s never had a reason to laugh before. “Did you enjoy my touch, then?” His hand slips between my thighs and caresses me, then cups my pussy casually as if to say that it belongs to him.
“I didn’t hate it,” I say, quivering.
“I didn’t hate it, either.”
Chapter Eight
Vlad
One Week Later
Dana is perched in my lap, her fingers flying over the computer console as she searches for information. “We’re lucky you know what you’re doing,” I tell her, even as I nuzzle her sweet-smelling neck. “If it were up to me, we’d be lost.”
Her pulse speeds up under my caress, and she wriggles in my arms, laughing. “You’re tickling me. And I told you already, it took me years to learn the Homeworld written language. My old mistress had vision problems, so she had me use all her devices.Shethought I had a brain. One of the few decent aliens I’ve met ... present company excluded, of course.”
“Mmm.” I don’t think of myself as an alien. I’m not one of the mesakkah, nor one of any of the other races she’s shown me pictures of. I’m a splice, a genetically modified creature that’s a little of several things that no one wants to claim. “You forget. I am a vampire.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” She tilts her head, her hair sliding to the side and exposing her neck. Pink marks mottleher skin from where I’ve bitten her, sending a wave of possessive pleasure through me at the sight. “The fact that you’re a vampire means that our criteria for a safe retreat is slightly different than if it were just me.”
Is that so? I pause in my stroking of her back. I love to touch her—am obsessed with it. Knowing how good she tastes and how I make her come every time I take a sip? It’s made me completely and utterly possessive of her. “What are the criteria, exactly?”
Dana leans back, relaxing in my arms, and her warm scent washes over me. Her skin presses against mine, her bare thighs and arms soft and supple against my harder muscles. “Well. I realize we can’t afford to be too choosy, seeing as how I’m not a person and you’re a test-tube baby, but I thought I’d start with the basics.”
“The basics,” I repeat. “What are those basics?”
She flicks a finger out, pointing it at the ceiling of the captain’s quarters, where we’re currently stationed. It has the nicest bed, and Dana insisted we take over those rooms because of that. “One—we need a place where the government is either crooked or nonexistent, because we’re going to have to bribe our way in.”
Smart. She’s been going around the ship, searching private quarters and looking for credits and valuables stashed away in hidden compartments. I thought perhaps she just liked the idea of stealing from the people who have held her captive. Now I know the truth of it, and I’m annoyed that she’s been doing all the planning and I’ve, well ... I’ve been distracted with the touch and taste of her. The scent of her. The way she comes when I pet her between her thighs. At least one of us is practical. I’m content to follow her lead. “Good call. What else?”
“Day cycles,” Dana says, turning to look at me over her shoulder. “More precisely, planets that have settlements where the nights are longer than the days.”
“Not space stations?”
“No. I hate recycled air. Once you have the real thing, you won’t want to go back. Trust me.” She wrinkles her small human nose at the thought.
“Are we being too choosy?” I point out.
“No,” Dana says, voice firm. She turns back to the monitor and her fingers tap over the screens. “There are a thousand solar systems in this galaxy alone. There are forty-one nearby that are settled, and of those close enough for a pod to make it to, there’re one hundred and seventy viable planets. From those, we can surely find someplace to get lost. And I think I’ve found the perfect spot.”
“Oh?”
“Yup.” She gives me a smug look and tosses her hair. “There’s a farm planet three systems over. Cassa system, second planet from the sun. It has a slow rotation and a continent close to the pole, which means that winters are long, and the nights are twenty hours out of the twenty-nine in the full day. There’s only a local government at the northernmost settlement, and I’d bet a handful of credits they can be bribed.”
I’m impressed. She’s thought of everything. I wrap my arms around her slender form, tucking her against me. “So how do we get there, and when?”
