Page 20 of Bloodmoon Hit
Apollo casts a stern look toward Jett. “Anything that involves you, my daughter, is my business.”
“I wanted to give Jett time to understand,” I tell him before Jett can speak again. The last thing anyone needs is to anger a God.
“To seal the bond between you both is simple enough.” Apollo waves a hand, and a goblet appears within it. He leaves it floating in front of him as he pulls a ceremonial blade. Holding his hand over the goblet, he slices his hand and lets droplets fall inside.
What the hell is he doing?
“Jett,” Apollo calls, holding his hand out for hers, “this will not hurt you.”
Apprehensively, she gives her father her hand as she asks, “What are you doing, Daddy?”
“Sealing the bond between the two of you,” he states, slicing her hand and turning it to allow it to also drop into the goblet. Once he finishes with her hand, Apollo turns his attention to me. “Your hand.”
Slowly, I hold it out for him, and he does the same. When he’s finished this, he takes hold of the goblet and swirls it around. “Vampires have their way of things, but we . . . we have our own. Drink and have my blessing,” he says, holding the goblet first to his daughter. Jett takes a sip and hands it back to him. Apollo hands it to me, and I do the same.
I hand the goblet back to him and suddenly feel something happening to me. I look at the God and ask, “What did you do to me?”
My veins feel like they’re on fire. My blood boils. My body throbs. The need for Jett intensifies.
Apollo steps closer to me and utters words I never expected. “Long ago, you worshipped at my altar. I trust in you my daughter, so to return your gift, I’ve blessed you with life. You are now as you will always be from now until eternity. The sun will not bother you. You can sustain on both food and blood. The only blood source you’ll forevermore drink from is my daughter as she will drink from you. And once more, this goblet was a blessing of the fates themselves. Within what you two drank from will allow you to grow into what will be the next generation.”
“What?” Jett gasps.
My head was spinning as it was but for him to add this tidbit, I’m unsure of what I should say or do.
“I will leave you two alone, but I’ll return soon enough,” Apollo states. He gives Jett a kiss on the cheek and vanishes into thin air.
Jett turns to me, eyes wide as she stares at me. “Are you okay, Aziz?”
I wasn’t sure if I was or not, but one thing I knew for certain was my need for her. I wanted inside her, and I wanted in her now.
Tugging her into my arms, I crash my lips down on hers. My body hums in a way it never has before. My fangs ache to sink into her, but not for the same reason as last night. No, this time . . . it’s like I need her to survive. I need her to be able to thrive. More than that, my cock throbbed behind its confines, more than ready to drive inside Jett’s depths.
Jett rips her lips away from mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I need you.”
“And you’ll have me.” I scoop her in my arms and carry her through the house.
As much as I would love nothing more than to press her against a wall and fuck her breathless, I knew she was nowherenear ready for me to fuck her rough and dirty. Doesn’t mean in her bed, I won’t go harder on her.
Throwing her on her bed, I stand watching her as I toe off my shoes while unbuttoning my shirt. Jett stares up at me, her eyes watching everything I do. With my shirt undone, I shrug it off and undo my belt, though I don’t remove my pants just yet.
“Trust me?” I ask, reaching to remove both her shoes.
“Yes,” she doesn’t hesitate in her answer.
“Good.” I was barely able to contain my need for her, but I managed to tap down the desire to rip her clothes from her and drive into her as I needed. I’ll be inside her soon enough.
With her shoes out of the way, I make quick work of divesting Jett of the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked before my eyes. I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body. Her tits were perky with rose colored nipples, already beaded and ready for me to play with. I trail my eyes down her flat stomach toward her bare folds. Jett’s legs were partially open, and I could already see the glistening juices coating her pussy.
Fuck me, she was beautiful.
“Spread your legs for me.” My voice was harsh even to my own ears, but Jett does as I tell her to do.
“Play with me later,” Jett says, her voice pleading. “I need you inside me. I feel like my body is on fire for you, and I can’t wait.”
I felt the same need to be inside her.
“I’ve got to make sure you’re ready for me, little one.” I don’t want to hurt her.
