Page 40 of The Vampire's Thirst
Since he suspected she was a Blood Coven descendant, this was the last time he’d feed from her. Firebrands, drawn to them like moths to light, mated them. Not Dax. He’d step away. Just once more. Then no ball and chain for him.
What did he care about rules once he ruled out long-term with Chiara? He strolled to the bed, balanced on the edge, and beckoned with his hand. When she came, he pointed to his lap. “More comfortable.”
She draped herself across his legs, laced an arm around his shoulder, and tossed a strand of hair onto her back. “Happy Meal. Dig in.”
When Dax cradled her in his arms, his dick sat up rock hard. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled her neck, drawing in her wild scent before he struck. Sinking his fangs deep, he sucked hard.
Chiara flinched, but the pain inhibitor in his bite kicked in fast. She moaned, grinding her ass into his lap.
With each wiggle, Dax’s less-than-solid resolve wavered.
No. I promised not to fuck her. But all else is fair.
Reaching under her skirt, he slid up her shapely leg. At her thigh, the vampire stroked her soft flesh.
“Yes,” she whispered, spreading her legs.
Taking her plea not only as consent but also as encouragement, Dax palmed her hot, moist sex through her panties. She thrust against his hand, her hips undulating.
With Chiara’s warm blood sliding down Dax’s throat, he fingered her panties aside and trailed through the wet lips of her pussy. The delicious female was so ready.
Though only partially satisfied, he stopped to focus on Chiara’s needs, licking the two puncture wounds to close them. Mark a first. He never cared much about a sexual partner. If they got off, great. If not, too bad. But he wanted Chiara to take pleasure in the feeding, to know he treasured her gift.
Dax’s thumb circled her clit as he plunged a finger deep into her channel.
“Yes, Dax.”
He withdrew to throw her onto the bed. She propped herself onto her elbows, her orchid eyes fixed on him as he crawled between her legs. He bunched her skirt at the waist and tore off her panties. Once he buried his head between her thighs, his tongue stroked through her folds, dragging back and forth as she bucked her hips, begging him for release. He pumped two fingers into her, setting a wild rhythm.
“God. Don’t stop, Dax.” She gripped his shoulders as she trembled, rocking against him, moaning. Faster and faster.
While prodding her sensitive nub, he thrust his tongue in and out of her. His free hand reached for her breast still covered with her blouse. She obliged him by pushing it and the bra cup down. Molding his palm around her bared flesh, he squeezed, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
With both hands, she fisted his hair, pressing his mouth harder against her need. A shudder rolled through her body. “Yes. Yes.”
Dax continued to suck and lick, prolonging her orgasm until she pushed him away.
Chiara’s arms flopped to the side as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. “Wow.” She tugged her bra and blouse into place.
When he jumped off the bed, he planned to head for the shower to jack off. His balls were like boulders with a ton of dynamite about to blast them to bits. He needed relief fast.
Chiara grabbed his arm. “Where are you going? Did I say we were through?”
Dax snapped around to look at her. A growl rumbled from deep in his chest.
“Pull down your zipper and walk back here.”
He obliged. Facing Chiara, he pushed his pants to his knees. His cock sprang free. He was so hard his balls ached.
As she scooted to the edge of the bed, she tossed aside her torn panties and pulled her skirt into place. When her lips were level with his arousal, she licked a bead of cum off the crown of his penis. Dax almost lost it, but he locked his knees. He wanted her mouth wrapped around him.
When her hand gripped the root of his cock, Dax shuddered. She stroked up and down.
“You’re big.” She licked the tip of his dick again. Her tongue wet him from crown to hilt.
“Stop teasing and suck me off.” He fisted his shaft and dragged it across her lips. “Open up real nice, little witch.”
“Ooh. The fangsucker wants me to get him off with my mouth.”
