Page 57 of Heathens

“The fuck are you doing?” I pant, steadying my breathing.

“Don’t worry,” he rumbles, licking my blood from his lips. “I’ll give you what you need. But first, I want to do something I’ve been thinking about since I laid eyes on you.”

Slowly, he sinks to his knees and crawls toward me, a devilish smile eclipsing his features. I feel like I’m being hunted, and I love every second of it.

“By my count, you’re mine forat leastanother hour, and I’m getting my fucking money’s worth.”

He leans forward, spreading my legs as he glides his mouth up and down my thigh, smearing more blood on my skin. All I can do is watch him as he licks it away, his mouth moving higher and higher up my thigh, those eyes still digging into me.

“I’m gonna come back here over and over again. I’ve got all the money I need, and I wanna spend it on you.”

He sinks his fangs into my thigh, and I cry out as the rush of pain and euphoria nearly makes me come. My fingers lightly circle my clit, and I let out ragged grunts while he drinks from me. I flick it slowly, my pussy quivering and aching to be filled up. Suddenly, like he’s reading my mind, Dominic grasps my wrist and moves it out of the way, sliding his fingers inside of me. My head falls backward, eyelids fluttering, and I no longer have control. His fingers curl, stroking my G-spot as I tease myself, pinching my nipples while he continues to feed. The buildup just makes it that much better.

“Check your heart rate,” he orders as he tears his mouth away from my skin.

I blink through the euphoria, trying to clear my head.

“What?”

Dominic gestures to the watch on my wrist and I glance at the monitor, frowning slightly when I see that the number has dipped a little more than usual.

“It’s a little low, but I’m okay.”

He shakes his head, bringing himself slowly to a halt.

“I don’t need you passing out on me.”

He slices his palm open and presses it to the wound on my thigh to stop the bleeding and heal the puncture wounds. It’s a small act of kindness, but coming from a vampire, it may as well be a miracle.

“Now,” he whispers, ripping my panties with one hand and tossing them aside. “These are in my fucking way.Again.”

I gasp as he spits my own blood onto my cunt. It’s unsanitary, it’s disgusting. It’s fuckinghot.

Dominic drags his tongue along my clit as our eyes lock, and I let out a ravenous moan.

“You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

It’s more of an observation than a question, and he’s right. I feel like a caged animal finally being released.

“Say it,” he demands. “Say it or you don’t get to come.”

He brings me right to the edge and then pulls me back just as he can feel me tumble over. I keep bucking against his face, desperate for more pressure, but he slows right back down, his fingers, his mouth, everything. My breath is ragged as he pulls away, my blood still staining his lips.

“Please,” I beg.

He smirks, leaning back to stroke his cock. He wants me to see it. Precum leaks from the tip, making the entire thing glisten. My body shifts with discomfort, the ache becoming more and more intense by the second as he stares me down.

“Please what?”

“I’m a filthy little thing, Dominic!” I’ll tell him anything he wants. “Please, just fuck me!”

He chuckles.

“So youcando as you’re told.”

His voice is pure gravel, husky and deep as he stands up, looming over me, lips hovering above my own. My heart is pounding, and there’s not a single coherent thought running through my brain. The only thing I’m focused on is him.

He takes a step back and strips off his unbuttoned shirt, tossing it to the ground. He’s muscular, with a strong broad chest, chiseled abs, and toned arms. I can see the indents in his hips that peek out of the tops of his pants, forming a deep v that points right to his cock.

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