Page 18 of Fanged Interest

“Like friendship kind of relations or…” I trailed off, waiting for her to fill in the gaps and feeling like an idiot for my immaturity.

“You could say that.” Jordan chuckled, moving her hand to trail her index finger down my stomach. “I’ve entered into a few contracts in the past.”

“Contracts?” An idiotic kind of heat flared in my stomach and I spluttered out the words in surprise. “Like blood and sex and all that debauchery?”

Jordan’s brow hitched and she propped herself up on one elbow, tilting her head to the side. “Sky, are you jealous?”

“No!” My defensive tone did nothing to plead my case. “Definitely not jealous.”

I was indeed very, very, vehemently jealous.

Unwilling to admit my irrational emotions, I rolled over, turning my back to Jordan and pulling the covers up to my chin. “Anyway, goodnight.”

Jordan did not let me off that easily and I felt the press of her breasts against my back as she peeked over my shoulder. “Would you feel better if I told you that there hasn’t been anyone else since I met you?”

It may have if there hadn’t been a hint of mockery in her tone. I pulled the sheets further and buried my face into the pillow. “It doesn’t bother me at all. G’night.”

“All right, if you say so.” Jordan’s voice took on a cheery tone and she petted my shoulder before rolling away. “Goodnight!”

After a few seconds of silence I risked a glance in her direction, only to find Jordan’s eyes closed and a serene smile on her lips.

I looked away again and then changed my mind, harrumphed, and rolled onto my back, scowling at the coy vampiress. “Okay, fine, maybe just a little.”

Jordan opened one eye, her smile morphing into a smirk. “A little… jealous?”

“So help me, I will go back to sleeping on the couch.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry for teasing.” Jordan nuzzled closer, her lips a hair’s breadth from mine, “But it’s true. I had contracts back in my early twenties. But there hasn’t been anyone else since then, since you.”

I had barely parted my lips when she kissed me, stealing my breath and whatever it was I was about to say. I had already forgotten, melting at her touch and molding my body to hers. What followed was a passionate clashing of bodies, teeth and tongues.

Jordan sat upright and tugged my vest over my head, discarding the scant fabric and moving on to my underwear before I could catch my breath. I lifted my hips, allowing her room to remove them and reached for her again. But Jordan paused, leaning over me with a primal hunger blazing behind her eyes.

Her gaze roamed over my exposed body, sprawled beneath her and quivering in anticipation. She leaned over to kiss me, gently, a pious show of self control. Jordan’s lips trailed down my neck, hovering over my heaving chest before closing her mouth over one pebbled bud.

I tried to string together words of protest, overly conscious of my naked body, but her mouth was already pulling other sounds from my lips. Jordan rolled her tongue around my sensitive nipple, her other hand cupping my breast and squeezing lightly. She wedged a knee between my legs and my hips ground against her automatically, searching for any kind of salve to the burning sensation at my core.

I was vaguely aware of the sharp points of the vampiress’ fangs lightly grazing my flesh. But rather than frighten me, the sensation produced an erotic charge that accentuated the effects of her tongue and wracked my body with spine-twisting shocks of all-encompassing pleasure.

Craving more of her, I tugged at the woman’s hair, groaning incoherent pleas as I bucked against her knee. Jordan relinquished my aching nipple and dragged her tongue over my throat and jawline, pausing to hover over my lips.

With a desperate, breathy moan, I gripped the back of her neck, pulling myself upwards to mash my lips to hers in a forceful, claiming kiss.

That was all the encouragement the vampiress needed. Jordan’s tongue wrestled with my own, before she broke away and pushed me backward onto the bed, gripping my hips and pulling me downwards. My knees bent and spread, wholly exposing myself to the intoxicating woman who lay between my legs.

A burning arrow streaked through me as Jordan’s tongue slid along the soft folds at my center, flicking at the throbbing cluster of nerves at the peak. A small moan escaped me while the vampiress worked the sensitive bud, pushing and sucking at it as my body convulsed beneath her. When my hips began to buck of their own accord, Jordan wrapped both arms around my thighs, holding me in place as she explored my body with her mouth.

She nipped lightly at my inner thighs, playful bites that teetered on the delicate precipice between pleasure and pain. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched her with hooded eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of her tongue darting out between her teeth to probe gently at my now-dripping entrance.

Directed by my demanding mewling, Jordan dragged her tongue along the pale flesh of my inner thigh, before returning to my center, brushing lightly over the swollen, sensitized nub at the apex. Her mouth was soon followed by two fingers, slowly probing at my entrance as her tongue continuously lapped at the sensitive, swollen crest.

My back arched as she drove her fingers deeper, down to the knuckle with my inner walls constricting around them. I groaned at the stretching burn as she curved her fingers, coaxing my quivering body to a quickening climax.

My breath came in short gasps as I neared that screaming release my body so desperately craved and my hips rocked sporadically against the vampire’s hand, fucking myself on her fingers.

Jordan returned her mouth to my swollen clit, gradually increasing the speed of her thrusts while her tongue pressed down on that aching nub, the contrasting sensations driving me to ecstasy and finally, over the edge.

I cried out loud, gripping the bed sheets beneath me as my body was overcome with wrenching spasms that left me damn-near delirious.

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