Page 63 of B Negative

I swear I could feel his pulse in my blood before I’d even broken skin.

I sank in slowly, carefully, relishing the easy give of his skin, the perfection of the sensations running up and down my spine. The thick, freshly oxygenated blood pulsing into my mouth.

Devon groaned, tilting his head to give me better access while also holding my shoulders, steadying himself.

“So good,” he murmured as I gently sucked the wound.

I could do that forever, feel this good forever.

Drink him forever.

I could.

But I wouldn’t.

As much as my brain and body wanted me to drain Devon until he hung limp in my arms, I wouldn’t do that.

I gave the wound one last lick and let him go.

Devon gazed at me, pride on his pleasing face. “You did very well, Eden.”

I hissed, pushing him away so I wouldn’t be tempted to take more than I needed.

He stumbled back a few feet. “Aggression after feeding is normal for those trying to curtail bloodlust. You’re doing just fine, Eden.”

Another hiss. I couldn’t help it. My body wanted so badly to keep feeding, and my brain was having a hard time keeping control of the whole show.

“Seriously, Eden. You’ve done spectacularly.” He glanced toward the door. “Now, if you’ll just back up. You’re blocking my exit.”

Don’t turn your back to me. Don’t walk past me. Don’t tempt the predator by showing what tasty prey you are.

“Eden, take a breath. Get yourself together and let me pass.”

I stared at him, wide-eyed, fangs dripping with saliva and blood, and unable to do anything about it.

He might actually have to chuck me out the window.

“Eden, are you done yet? You’ve got to get ready to meet Julian soon,” Sunny called from the living space.

Julian.

That’s right.

There was more to life than blood.

There was Julian’s voice.

Julian’s chest.

His fingers.

His cock.

And I was going to see him and all of his delicious parts tonight. I shook myself, head and arms, and the haze of burgeoning bloodlust lifted.

“You good?” Devon asked.

“Yeah. I think so.”

---