Page 85 of Wicked Magik
He shook his head. “I sealed the wound with my tongue. My saliva sealed it.”
I straightened my posture and smiled. "My friend, I'm intrigued by the fact that you don't drain her blood, but even better, you have just saved Vesper healing time! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before." Smiling, I picked up the clean cloths from the cart. "Hurry, Benedict, assist me in cleaning the remaining dirt and debris from her body. Oryx will be the one to heal her."
I can't understand why it never crossed my mind earlier. Why do I continually overlook these abilities of his? He consumes blood; his whole digestive system functions like that of a vampire. Consequently, his saliva possesses vampire traits,which include healing properties that allow wounds to mend. This enables them to release their prey if they choose to do so.
Oryx has never healed any of his prey, perhaps that is why it never came to my mind.
My hands trembled as I applied the cloth to Vesper’s neck. The vampires hadn't gone straight for her throat; they were savoring her, tasting her gradually. Her limbs were covered in bites and scratches. I swear to the Shadows, I hope she lost consciousness before they inflicted this on her, but if she didn't fear me, I dread the worst. She likely felt every bit of it.
I owed her much.
Benedict stepped cautiously towards the bed, his eyes fixed on the frayed cloth dangling from her skin. With gentle hands, he grasped the fabric and began to peel away the cupped sleeve, which was barely attached. As the sleeve slipped free, Oryx let out a low growl and shoved Benedict back with surprising force, his tail whipped violently.
“Do not touch what’s ours!” Oryx’s hair stood on end, his tail swished and knocked into the cart.
I blinked.Ours?
Benedict held up his hand and his body shook. “I wouldn’t Oryx, I swear it.” He looked to me for guidance and I nodded for him to go out the door.
Benedict shut the door with a click and I stepped away from the bed. It could have been a slip of the tongue that Oryx said that Vesper was ours, but just for the sake of it I handed him the cloth. “Here, finish it.”
Oryx shook his head. "Go on, I can handle what's already clean." His tail flicked with purpose as he kneeled on the bed to go to Vesper, his presence hovering protectively over her. I picked up the cloth, feeling its damp weight in my hand, and moved to the untouched side of Vesper's body, ready to continue the careful task of cleaning.
Oryx paused as he hovered over Vesper’s body, his skull fixated on the wound he wished to heal. I released the shadows I had summoned to staunch the bleeding, and they dissipated into the air like wisps of smoke. A low, guttural groan escaped Oryx's throat as he lowered his head, his tongue snaking out to delicately lap at the blood that trickled from her injury. His every movement was deliberate, almost ritualistic, as he smeared the dark liquid across her skin, yet he seemed to savor the taste as it filled his mouth, his groans deepening with each lick.
I attempted to focus on cleaning her, carefully dabbing a cloth on her injuries, but my gaze kept drifting toward Oryx. He meticulously licked each wound with deliberate care, his tongue moving slowly over the damaged skin. As I observed, I noticed the edges of the cuts gradually knitting together, confirming my suspicion that his saliva had healing properties. But there was something else—his breathing became uneven, and his pants… tightening.
His ears flicked back, his tail swayed and he pulled her clothing off her body to reach the scratches that were underneath. They were just as deep, bleeding as my shadows continued to fall away as his tongue dipped into the wounds.
Vesper let out a low groan, her back arching as her bare breasts lifted toward the ceiling. Her nipples, a shade darker than her skin, stood out prominently, drawing my attention. My fingers clenched the fabric in my hands, a shiver running through my body. I watched as Oryx leaned in, his tongue flicking gently between her breasts.
I swallowed as she sighed, her nipples tightening against the cooler air as Oryx’s tongue swiped across them. Her color was coming back, but the pain would linger. I enveloped her eyes in shadows to lull her back into a deep sleep, and she drifted off once more.
Oryx in his haze of drinking her blood continued to pull off her clothes, closing wounds, he must have forgotten I was there.
Her clothes tore, his groans turned to snarls as he went down her body. He took in a long sniff between her legs and growled. I backed away to give him space, she was clean but I didn’t have it in me to look away. I’d watched them fuck before, but to have them right here in my room, would it be so bad?
My cock strained against my trousers as he licked between her legs tasting the dried blood. He hummed and raised above her, licking her neck and pressed the lower part of his body against her sex. Then he whined when the last of her wounds were stitched together and nuzzled against her cheek.
“What’s wrong?” I uttered, barely able to get out the words. Oryx’s head snapped to mine and my eyes widened.
Well, shit.
Oryx gently pulled the soft, warm blankets over Vesper, making sure she was snug and secure. He carefully arranged pillows around her, tucking them close to her body for extra comfort, and leaned in to nuzzle her neck affectionately, his breath warm against her skin. With a tender sigh, he stepped off the bed, his hooves making a distinct clopping sound against the hardwood floor. As he approached me, his trousers did little to hide the prominent outline of his arousal.
I haven’t seen it in some time, but whatever it was doing inside his clothes it was moving, a lot.
That certainly can’t be normal.
I raised my hands defensively. "You stripped her bare, and I'm just ensuring her wounds have sealed. I can leave right now, let you handle it. I can fetch food for her, and ensure that she remains stable. But I strongly advise against any intimacy while her body is desperately trying to produce more blood. In fact, an IV is essential." I attempted to sidestep, but Oryx's hand shot out, keeping me from leaving.
“I am in need of relief. Her blood brings me to life and I will not harm her in this state.”
I licked my lips. “Ah, and what do you want, Oryx?” I stood up straight.
Oryx tilted his head and his tail came around and wrapped around my waist. “You say you care for me, but do you care enough for me when I look like this?”
I swallowed. If he only knew I’d watched him and Vesper. The idea of being part of them, being alone with both of them sent shivers down my spine. I wanted it all.
