Page 59 of Heathens

“Make a big fuckin’ mess all over my cock.”

I’m barely holding on to the back of the couch with one hand while my other is furiously rubbing my swollen clit. Dominic sinks his teeth into my shoulder one final time. The pressure of his hand around my throat and his bite sends a jolt of pure euphoria coursing through me and I come so hard that my vision grays out.

“Oh, God!”

He’s brutal and relentless, pushing my face back into the couch and holding it there as he pounds into me. Slapping sounds fill the room and I can hear him grunting and growling as he fucks me even harder.

I manage to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, his head thrown back and his eyelids fluttering. His body is gorgeous, muscles rippling beneath his skin. That perfect jawline, those abs…fuck. I’m already getting close again. I keep rubbing my clit, feeling my own blood trickle down my arm as he presses me even harder into the cushions.

A second climax hits me, softer this time as it rolls over my entire body. I couldn’t even read the monitor on my wrist if I wanted to, but I don’t give a shit. He crashes into me one more time before letting out a sinful moan as he comes. I collapse, my forehead pressed against the couch, desperate for air but reveling in the afterglow. The alley, the broom closet… nothing has even come close to this.

Dominic leans forward, pressing all of his weight into me, laying a soft little kiss on my shoulder. I can feel the heat of his breath, and the tiniest sting of his claw as he traces playfully along the back of my neck.

“It was finally nice to meet the real you, Sofie.”

DOMINIC

Nox Feeding Room

Sofie’sslumpedagainstthecouch, a big drunken smile on her face and her eyes drooping from pleasure and blood loss. I’m obsessed with the way her skin has paled and her freckles have become more prominent. I want to kiss each one of them, count them like stars, but I hold myself back. It’s all too desperate, and there’s nothing I hate more than seeming soft.I grasp her wrist, and check her heart rate monitor.

All I know is that I can’t leave this woman alone.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask, tucking my cock back into my pants and beginning to search.

“I’ll get it,” she mumbles.

She has a red mark around her neck from my hand that’ll turn into a bruise before long. Delight fills me up as I realize that she’ll be wearing me on her body.

“Stay there.”

She tries to get up and I hold my hand out, motioning for her to sit.

“I said stay,” I bark. “Where is it?”

She stares at me with suspicion.

“Behind the bar,” she finally rasps. “Bottom shelf.”

I round the bar and crouch down, spotting a bright red bag with a white cross on it. Inside are sutures, alcohol, and bandages. Pretty much everything I need.

“I can do this stuff myself,” she mumbles as I stroll back toward her and take my seat.

“Well, you let me feed on you, so I can clean up the mess I made.”

“Let you?” She laughs, her eyes sparkling. “You paid for it.”

I grab what I need and pour some alcohol onto a cotton ball, pushing her ponytail back. Carefully, I clean the remnants of blood that I wasn’t able to lick off.

“If I’m going to be coming back here, I want you well taken care of.”

“You want to be a regular?” She asks, an unintended yet hopeful lilt in her voice.

“Well, yeah. I had a good time. Did you not?”

“No, I did.”

I continue to clean her up, sliding off of the couch and onto my knees in front of her, spreading her legs to clean up her thighs with another cotton ball. She hisses softly as I run it over the deep bruises I made with my teeth.

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