Page 51 of Wicked Magik
Which is concerning. Something was wrong.
With Veylor here and his desire to kill me, things were bound to deteriorate. I couldn't resolve the issue with Veylor now, but ensuring he was fed would have to suffice.
Oryx shook his head. “When I drank human blood, I did not eat for four days. Animal blood I must drink often.”
I hummed and twirled my finger around his long locks of hair.How should we approach this?
Oryx opened his jaw. The vampiric fangs inside were small compared to his massive bull headed skull. “I bite? I’ll be gentle.”
Flashes of how he was in fact, not gentle sprung up into my mind when we first met.
He shook his head. “I was bloodthirsty, I couldn’t control… I can control it now, my pet. I want my fangs in your skin.”
I swallowed, and a tingle between my legs nearly made me gasp.
“You like that?” His chest rumbled. “For me to bite you, and feed?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. "I have no idea why." My face flushed with warmth. "The concept is fascinating. I've read plenty of vampire stories, but I never imagined they could be real."
Oryx rubbed his snout across my neck. “I will not drink much. I don’t need much, just enough to fill the bottom of my stomach. My tongue will seal the wound.”
I pushed away from him. “Have you done this before? How do you know this will all work?”
He tilted his head. “I don’t know how I know, I just know.”
Wow, that’s comforting.
He shakes his head, his hair flying in all directions. “I don’t do it unless you are comfortable. I will take you into the woods with me while I hunt. I will not leave you with—”
“A compromise,” interrupted. “Not that I don’t trust you, but for the first time let’s do it on my wrist.” The idea of doing it on my neck turned me on way too much and it was such a vulnerable position. Not to mention… intimate. I may even consider it as intimate as sex. “But if we do this, I want to talk to Veylor.”
He growled. “No. He tried to hurt you.”
Aw, how cute he thinks he’s going to win.
“Pet. No.”
I tickled under his chin, kissed his snout, and cleared my mind. “I thought my Orie was hungry?”
Oryx huffed in annoyance but his stomach rumbled again. He looked down at my arm and lowered his skull.
His warm breath caused a tingle up my spine, a blend of eagerness as I awaited his fangs to pierce me. I raised my arm,and he delicately grasped my wrist with his monstrous hands, treating it as though it were a precious offering.
I’ve spent way too long in this house.
Oryx's tongue flicked out, tasting my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fangs grazed my flesh, barely touching, yet sending a wave of heat through my body.
He paused, his eye holes checking my eyes, seeking final confirmation. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. His fangs sank into my skin, a sharp pinch that was quickly soothed by his tongue lapping around my skin.
He was being surprisingly gentle. Only the front part of his skull was pinching my skin.
Yes, this was much better for our first time.
I could hear the subtle sounds of him drawing blood from my veins. With a sigh, he gently guided me down onto the bed and held me close. I didn't feel exhausted; instead, warmth spread through my body. The familiar sensation tingled between my legs, but he was focused on feeding. It didn't seem like he was taking a lot, but he was savoring the moment.
I moaned and shamelessly I wanted to lift my night shirt and rub myself.
His ears perked up at the sound of my moan, and his feeding slowed. He glanced at me, a questioning rumble in his chest. I squirmed beneath him, my free hand gripping the fur on his arm. His tongue lapped at my wrist one last time before he released it, the wounds already sealing shut.
