Page 17 of Blood Bound

I keep a passive face while she polishes her entree and plate of food; she hates it, though. She hates that her body takes over now that the baobab has left her system.

The long-term effect of the mixture is that it creates an insatiable hunger and thirst, similar to what vampirism does.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Her brow furrows, and a grimace forms on her face. “I did, thank you,” she says, clearly loathing the words as they come out. “But I noticed that I was the only one eating. Are you not having anything?”

I grin, knowing that her words are a challenge, then I nod. “Of course I am. Gia,” I call, holding out my hand, and a few seconds later, Gia saunters in wearing a sexy, low-cut white dress. Her eyes are full of lust, and I lean back so she can straddle me with her back to Katherine.

She slips her arms around my neck and sighs. “It’s about time; I was getting antsy,” she purrs.

I run my hands down the length of her curvy body and bring them to a stop at her chest before running my thumbs over her taut nipples. Her back arches, and she lets out a soft gasp, then she tilts her neck, baring her nape to me.

“What the fuck, Priest?!” Katherine asks and jumps to her feet, horrified at what I am about to do.

“I’m having my dinner as well; now sit the fuck down before I exchange her for you,” I say, watching as her already pale face grows paler now that she knows what’s about to happen.

Smirking, my eyes remain on the horrified Katherine as I extend my fangs, sinking them into Gia’s neck. The moment her blood touches my tongue, I let out a groan at the ridiculously sweet flavor; my eyes roll back in my head as the bloodlust takes over.

Gia’s soft moans become louder the more I drink, and I groan into her neck.

Drinking a human’s blood has nothing on the blood of a Fae. I haven’t consumed human blood since the early 60s when they started experimenting more with narcotics and medication.

Their blood became tasteless and bitter, and every human nowadays is hyped up on something chemical. Be it antidepressants or just plain old aspirin.

But not Fae blood, fuck it’s enough to get any vampire high. Not to mention fucking while high on Gia’s blood; I’ve gone six hours on a fucking spree with her and still wanted more. The venom in my bite has a similar effect on a Fae, hence her moaning right now as if I’m eating out her pussy.

I’ve heard that the blood of your Fated has a similar albeit more potent effect, but since I have never met mine, I will never know.

A small gasp causes my eyes to shoot open, and when I look at Katherine, her lips are slightly parted, and I notice that her hard nipples are visible through her red dress. Not to mention that her caramel scent has become more noticeable.

I grin as something occurs to me; is she enjoying watching me drink another woman’s blood? It can’t be since she’s a hunter, and this should disgust her, but her dilated pupils tell me something different.

Blood drips down Gia’s back and onto her white dress while she continues to writhe in my arms. But I want to test Katherine’s limits since the scent of her arousal slipped past her anxiety.

I retract my fangs from Gia’s neck, and she sighs. “That’s it?” she pouts, and I lick the blood from her puncture marks so they can heal, then shake my head.

“Get on the table and spread your legs nice and wide for me; I need to drink from your sweet spot,” I grin, and her eyes widen with desire. She does as she’s told, the anticipation in her scent palpable.

My eyes go to Katherine, noticing the frown on her face when Gia gets on the table, but then she lowers her gaze when she opens her legs to me.

I run my hand down the inside of Gia’s thigh, finding the spot that I actually prefer to drink from; the crook of her thigh close to her pussy.

Gia lets out a scream filled with desire the moment I sink my teeth in, but this time I don’t let the bloodlust force me to close my eyes.

Katherine’s head snaps up, and she draws in a sharp breath, her gaze anchored on me while I drink from Gia. I can see the way her chest rises and falls, that her breathing has become shallower, not to mention the thrumming of her heartbeat mimicking that of a hummingbird.

Her entire body gives away the fact that this turns her on, even as she tries to avert her gaze and clench her tiny fists on her lap.

Squirming in her seat, she bites her bottom lip, then chews the inside of her cheek. Watching me drink, listening to my groans, and Gia’s writhing is doing something to her, and she fucking hates it.

After a few seconds, I lick up the excess blood, and Gia’s punctures heal. Katherine’s eyes are still boring into mine, and I grin while wiping the blood from my mouth. Her cheeks are rosy, and the caramel scent even more potent; I’m pretty sure she’s wet as fuck too.

“Valentine,” I call for him to take a drowsy Gia away, then chuckle when I see the flushed look on Katherine’s face when Valentine leaves. I walk over to her, but she refuses to look up at me, so I place two fingers underneath her chin and jerk her face upwards.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“You’re sick,” she murmurs, her desire evident in her dilated pupils. “What did you do to that poor girl to make her so compliant?”

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