Page 89 of Wicked Magik
I took a look at my arms to check the damage but there was nothing. Not a scratch, a scar or a drop of blood. Even my clothes were clean, dressed in one of Oryx’s white shirts, at least I hope it was his and not Mr. Fancy pants.
How long had I been out?
I followed the tube that was connected to my arm by a sharp needle, a glass bottle hanging on a metal pole. The substance is green, not clear like saline and I frowned.
Oh gods, I’ve become an experiment. He could be killing me right now.
I pulled the needle out of my arm and threw it away from me like it burned and rubbed my arm. Only a few drops of blood bubbled on my skin and immediately Oryx’ head perked up.
“Vesper,” he rasped, pulling me closer to him. “You are awake.”
Well, damnit, I didn't think that through.
His tongue immediately went to my arm and licked the blood that dripped down my skin. The warmth of his tongue warmed my skin, my legs tightened and after all this time of being sick and weak, sleeping in a bed for days I was wanting his body more than ever.
I shook my head,what was wrong with me.
“I missed you,” Oryx’s hands ran up my thighs and under my oversized shirt. He cupped my back and held me tight to his body. “I thought I lost you, thought you were going to leave me. I don’t know where your spirit would go, did not know if Veylor could bring you back.” Oryx’s words came in quickly and in panic, I grabbed his horn and rubbed the base with my thumb. He groaned and thrust his hips, pushing between my legs.
“I’m not going anywhere, big guy.”
Because I couldn’t. It would break him as much as it would break me.
And that brought me comfort.
“Listen,” I began, “I need to tell you something. Veylor…”
Oryx groaned because I hadn’t let up on his horns. He was thrusting his hardened cock against me. I gasped quietly, not to wake the other man in the room.
“Sorry!” I pulled my hands back but Oryx gripped them, putting them back.
“I cannot control myself. Your blood, your taste…” he panted. “Your touch, I’m… hungry.”
Realization dawned on me. I don’t know how long I had been out and I’m sure Oryx hasn’t gone out to feed. I pulled up a sleeve. “Here, eat,” I urged him. “I feel much better.”
Oryx shook his head. “No, I won’t do that yet. I want to feed, in another way.” His crotch pushed against me. “My body craves your desire.”
My eyes blinked several times.This was new.
His skull lowered, his horns grazed my sides. Veylor still slept soundly in the chair and I wiggled in Oryx’ tight hold.
“Wait, wait, wait, he’s right there!” I whispered forcefully.
Oryx groaned. “Please, pet, I’m starving.”
My body was void of underwear so it only took one swipe of his tongue between my legs to have me in a state of compliance. His tongue was hot, his horns resting comfortably between my hips, and his hard nose nuzzled my clit.
Damn him.
I always give in, he knows my weaknesses now, especially with how he can read my mind.
“I’ll be quick, I swear it,” he promised. “I just need your pleasure, not my own. Just the taste of your desire on my tongue is all I need.”
My lips parted and my hand reached between his horns. I tugged at his hair and the bed creaked.
Oryx snarled as I felt his tongue part my folds and enter my pussy and I’m forced to hold back a gasp.
I would not let Veylor wake up, I would not let him hear me.
