Page 55 of Heathens

“Of course you can.”

I lean toward her slightly parted lips, ghosting them with my own for a brief moment before I dip my head and dive straight for her throbbing vein. The moan escapes her lips before I’ve even touched her, and that sound is all the encouragement I need to drive my fangs deep into her tender flesh.

It’s all shades of copper at first, but soon I taste the real notes, like wine or whiskey. She’s a little on the sweeter side, like a sour candy or a popsicle. I tasted some of her in the supply closet, but not enough to really appreciate the complexity.

The back of my jaw tingles and I can feel saliva rushing forward as I suck a little harder every couple seconds, all while being careful not to take things too far. The goal of a bite like this is not to kill within seconds, it’s to drink continuously until we’re both satiated.

My head swims with visions of her deepest self. I can taste everything: the sunlight she sleeps in to protect herself, her fears and anxieties, and her hope that someday, she’ll get out of this.

Her hope that things can change.

I reach between her legs and tease her through her panties, finding her already quite wet. She rocks her hips in quiet desperation as sultry moans fill the room. I love this tension, stretching like a rubber band just waiting to snap. I drink deeply, finding her clit and stroking it slowly, working it until it pulses against my finger. The moan that escapes her throat makes me crave more. I want her blood running down her tits, and I want to lick it off while she rides me like a fucking animal.

She’s going to come on my cock. I want to be buried so deep inside of her that she never forgets me.

I remove my fingers, intent on reaching for my belt, when she grips my wrist tightly. Her skin is so warm, decadent. I dislodge my fangs, looking up at her. She turns to face me with a smile like warm sunlight.

“I never said stop.”

SOFIE

Nox Nightclub

EverythingaboutDominicexudespleasure and power. That’s something I might have rolled my eyes at a week ago, but so much about him compels me. His touch is gentle, even the way his fangs sink into me is delicate.The way he told me he wouldn’t hurt me threw me for a loop.

I gasp when he withdraws his fingers and my hand snatches his wrist on its own, trying to force his fingers back toward my pussy to finish the job. When he dislodges his fangs and lifts his head, his eyes are that bright golden color, the color of the sunlight he can never see.

The way he stares at me, like he wants to devour me whole… it’s an adrenaline rush. I’ve never felt this way in the feeding room, save for once. It was my first day, and at the time I chalked it up to nerves, but the woman who fed from me was exquisite. Her bite was nothing but pure pleasure, just like Dominic’s, and the sex was even better.

“I never said stop.”

Dominic licks the blood from his lips.

“I was just warming you up.”

The dim light makes every feature on his face look as sharp as his fangs. I listen to the low, rumbling sound of his voice as his hand slides up my thigh again. The eyes of an ancient predator dig into my own like knives. I can feel blood leaking from the little wounds in my neck. He dips his head, running his tongue over the tiny little spots, soothing the pain.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers. “I’ll give you anything.”

What does that mean?

“Fuck me.”

The words just jump out, completely unbidden, but it’s what I want right now; to satiate this raw hunger that tears at me from the inside out.

Suddenly, I’m being lifted into his lap, forced to straddle him as he continues to stare straight into my soul. My hands reach for his belt buckle, but I stop just short of undoing it, glancing back up at him. A sharp claw traces a line down the side of my neck, just barely breaking the skin. I hiss softly and Dominic smiles, eyes dancing with a playful cruelty.

“I didn’t expect this to be so–”

“You knew exactly what to expect the second I walked through that door. Even now it’s written all over your face, little dove.”

The nickname drips from his mouth, sticky and wet with what’s left of the blood he took from me. I lean forward to capture it against my lips, tasting only a fraction of what I imagine he experiences every time.

I don’t have a lot of regulars, that’s Kirby and Ruby’s thing. They like to forge relationships with vampires, get some little perks to keep money and supplies coming in. I’m in more of a strategic management role.

Dominic breaks the kiss and slides his fingers beneath my chin, thumb resting just under my bottom lip. Slowly, he tips my head upward.

Maybe some more on-the-job experience isn’t so bad.

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