Page 55 of Suck This

CHAPTER 12

Why is sex so frowned upon? It feels really fucking good. Kind of like a donut tastes. Nobody complains when you eat a donut.

-Acadia’s secret thoughts

ACADIA

I’d just had sex, and it felt so good!

I was literally singing that song in my head, and it wasn’t until the man beneath me started to chuckle that I realized that he could hear every word I was singing.

“Shut up,” I muttered into his mat of chest hair. “I don’t want to hear a word.”

“No, ma’am.” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I pinched him and went to stand up, stopping when I suddenly felt woozy.

He cursed and caught me before I could face plant into his chest, and turned me so that I was on my side, facing him.

Then he thrust his bloody wrist into my face, and ordered me to, “Drink.”

I glared at him but stopped when his eyes started to glow a cool pale blue.

“Your eyes are glowing,” I observed, fixated on the sight.

“They do that when I feel extreme emotion. You didn’t notice that when I was on top of you a few minutes ago?” he asked carefully.

I shook my head. “No.”

He brought his wrist to my face, and I felt his bloody skin touch my lips.

Involuntarily, my tongue darted out, then I licked my lips, causing the sweet burst of flavor to explode on my tongue.

“Why do you taste so good?” I questioned him curiously.

His mouth quirked.

“Because we’re irresistible to humans. We have to feed, and what better way to make us absolutely undeniable to our food source?” he asked. “It’s kind of like those animals that act all defenseless to lure their prey, and once the prey is within striking distance, they pounce, devouring them before they even know what hit them.”

“You lure your prey?” I tilted my head slightly.

His lips twitched.

“Yeah,” he said. “For over nine hundred years now. How do you think I stay alive?”

I pursed my lips.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. I hadn’t given it much thought. “I just thought maybe there were volunteers.”

“There are,” he conceded. “But we weren’t always out in the open like we are right now. It took us hundreds of years to get to this point.”

“You mean it used to be worse?” I read his tone, realizing that he wasn’t reliving good memories. His eyes were haunted, and he looked like he wanted to think about anything but what he was thinking.

So, I gave an experimental suck on his wrist, and that same spicy flavor coated my tongue again.

I would’ve thought that drinking blood would’ve been disgusting, but surprisingly it tasted not half bad. It still wasn’t a cookie or ice cream or anything, but it wasn’t brussels sprouts.

Then things that had already been satisfied once in the last thirty minutes started to tingle once more, causing me to moan and writhe.

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