Page 17 of Vampire's Bite

With a nod, I agreed to accept the energy transfer, assuming he'd be able to guide me through it. I wasn't sure what he meant by us though.

Rook looked away, seemed to speak to someone else for a few long seconds, longer than I thought I had left before I faded for good, but then as I thought it was the final lights out for me, he refocused his attention. And this time, Cross had appeared by his side. Although, trying to make my sight clear enough to see more than his silhouette and some of his more prominent features was like trying to see through a fog. He wasn't as vivid as Rook and I knew instinctively that our connection was weaker.

"How did you get Cross here with us?" I asked. It was a waste of energy, I knew that, and yet I couldn't stop my curiosity. I should’ve been grateful for the help, but even that seemed too far out of my realm of capability.

"I'm feeding from him. He suggested that I pull from his energy to help you instead of draining all of mine.” Rook paused for a moment. “I have to say that the connection between the three of us is as strong as it could be without you actually consuming Cross' blood. As a side note, once we rescue you, you should feed from him so we have a stronger connection between the two of you." His words were analytical, and yet they felt anything but. If my heart could have sped up or skipped a beat then I thought it would have, but right now it was having trouble just doing its regular job.

My face flushed as I imagined Rook feeding from Cross. Heat rushed through me, and desire pooled low in my belly although I didn’t know why the image of Rook feeding from Cross made me all hot and bothered, especially when I was as weak as a newborn foal. But it did, and I wasn’t strong enough to fight it.

"Cordie, can you see yourself?" Cross asked, with the same tone Rook had used. It was one part admiration and another part amazement.

What the hell? Why was everyone asking me the same question?

"Why? Do I look that bad?" I had enough energy to summon some disgust, enough to call him on it, enough to demand a direct answer.

"You look...different than normal," Cross explained.

"Oh. Do I look purple?" I asked, remembering the glimpse of myself in the previous dream. I didn’t think too hard about the glowing red eyes I’d also seen. I had to concentrate on one thing at a time.

Rook and Cross glanced at each other, both looking wide-eyed with lips parted by what could only have been surprise. That meant there was something to this whole dream or vision business. Maybe when I wasn't on the verge of death I'd ask Rook about it, but right now I was too worried about surviving to think about much else.

"Before we get too sidetracked, we need to transfer this energy otherwise the connection will fade and Cordie won't have any help," Rook said. Getting answers to the purple haze would have to wait until I was back at full capacity.

I nodded, understanding completely. Rook knelt down beside me and lifted my head in his strong hands. I wasn't sure when I'd laid down, but somehow I knew I was in the same position in the dream as I was in the physical world, and the fact that Rook had to lift me to get me into a position he could use wasn't a good sign.

“Remember, you said you trusted me,” he said, before straddling my body and lowering his head so that his lips hovered just above mine. His words would have sent a thrill up my spine at any other time, but now I just wanted him to save me in more ways than one.

He smiled then closed the distance and brushed his mouth over mine. At first I thought that was it, but then he came back in and pressed our lips together and truly kissed me. Not unwelcome. Not really expected though either. I figured this energy transfer would be something more mystical or magical, but as his lips caressed mine, what could only be described as a surge of energy rushed into my body.

As he kissed me deeper, the level of strength inside me heightened and I could sense myself becoming more solid in this dream world we were in. I wouldn’t be fading again anytime soon. It was working. I just had to hope that the connection that had somehow come to life with Rook didn't fade instead.

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Cordelia

Rook's tongue plundered my mouth, and I wanted him to explore every inch of my body with that tongue. My core ached from his kiss alone as I imagined what he would do if he kissed me where I needed him most. Still being exceedingly gentle, Rook picked me up and positioned us so I was sitting across his lap, which just made me want to straddle him.

I wanted to move, to rock myself against him, but I wasn't sure if it would interrupt the energy transfer. He growled into my mouth as he pulled my body closer to him, and his stiff thick shaft pushed heavily against the side of my belly.

My body started throbbing with the heat between us, but the fatigue and aches also dissipated. My kisses became more assertive, and I battled over the kiss. I needed more. I needed all of him.

I wrapped my arms tighter around Rook's neck, pulling him closer as my strength increased and I started feeling better. The only thing that confused me was why he'd made it seem like this was something dangerous, or that I wouldn't enjoy it. If this was how an energy transfer worked then I was more than happy to go along with it.

His hands stroked up and down my back, then held my head in place as he dominated the kiss and moved his hips to make my body aware of what would be coming to me.

My core clenched, and my nipples puckered. I wanted his tongue and mouth everywhere. I roped my fingers through his hair and pulled. I moved my mouth and exposed my neck.

Another growl escaped him, but he latched onto my throat, biting but not puncturing the skin, not feeding, before he moved one of his hands to my ass, which was mostly still pressed against his leg, and started kneading. It felt so good. I arched my back and thrust my chest out, my body acting on its own to get what it wanted. My breasts were aching for attention.

Rook grabbed one thigh, wrenching my legs open before picking me up and shifting me around so I was straddling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he thrust his cock against that golden spot. Pleasure shot through me like small lightning bolts and came out of my mouth as a lusty moan. I shivered.

He kept the rhythm going, and I untangled one hand from his hair and slid down his shoulder, over his chest, as he kissed my neck, collarbone, and cleavage. I grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed. Then rubbed my fingers over my puckered nipple.

I gasped, forcing Rook to lift his head, and he saw my hand and smirked. He stopped thrusting. I whimpered at the lack of movement.

Before I knew what happened, my shirt and bra were gone and the sensation of being stared at had taken their place. I didn't think it was just Rook drinking me in though, Cross was getting an eyeful too.

Rook ducked his head, sucked my pebbled nipple into his mouth, and swirled his tongue over the taught peak. My core clenched even harder. His other hand held the weight of my other breast, and he squeezed then grabbed the nipple between his fingers and twisted and pinched.

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