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“You were fed from before, and it…hurt?” A slight pucker appears between his brows as he searches my face. I simply nod because words feel thick on my tongue. “Who?”
“I…”
“Tell me!” he growls.
“That’s just it, I don’t know.” My chest feels tight with the secrets I am about to reveal, but something in his eyes and touch makes it seem bearable. He won’t see me as a freak or take back to HIM. “These scares.” His thumbs move slightly lower to brush against a few as I tell my story. “They…are of my own making. I sliced through every place HE left a mark when he fed. I had to hide them. Looking at them every day had me on the verge of madness.” The compassion in his eyes nearly has the tears escaping against my will. I try to get up, but he lets go of my wrist to hold my hips in place. “Please, just get it done,” I whimper.
“I won’t do anything until you fully understand what this means. The feeding process is meant to be pleasurable for both parties involved. The only reason it ever hurts is because the feeder makes it hurt.”
“But…”
“If you still want me to do this, you must understand that you will feel something completely different than you are used to. You may even climax because of it.” His fingers tighten on my hips as he tries to convince me of something I know would never happen. I may be a Forsaken, but I am not a fucking idiot.
All the memories of torture compete with his words and force a giggle through the anxiety. They continue to bubble up until they sound hysterical and merge with the tears now flowing freely down my face. Felix’s thumbs lightly brush them away, making more and more fall.
“Let me show you what it can be,” he offers softly.
I need him, but I don’t need to feel.
“Maybe if I bleed into a glass.” I look around for something that can work, but his two large hands surround my face and force me to look into his eyes.
“Nyx. Please let me show you. If you tell me to stop, I will. Let me ease those memories with something that can be the future.” His dimples deepen as he searches my eyes. “I am also a selfish male. I need this. Not only the sustenance, but also the chance to taste you. Why do you think I haven’t fed from anyone else since I met you? Something about you calls to me. I need answers just like you do.”
“I don’t need anything from you or any other Keryth. Just drink the damn blood!” I shove my wrist back under his nose and wait for him to finally show the monster beneath the surface. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he slowly licks the soft spot on my wrist, following it up with gentle kisses. I try to pull away, but it is a feeble attempt. His lips are mesmerisingly soft, and I can’t seem to find the strength to break their spell. Then his fangs brush against the scars and my heart rate picks up. The air feels like it is being sucked out of the room all at once.
“Shhh. Breath, Little Thief.”
I rest my free hand against his chest and try to match my breathing to his. “There you go. Now watch me savor you,” he says against my skin, right before his fangs pierce it.
I grit my teeth against the desire to scream. But I don’t know if it should be out of pain or passion. I feel the pull of my blood, but it is nothing compared to what was done before. When HE fed, it felt like my blood was clawing to stay in my veins. But Felix…his lips moving against my skin is suggestive and sensual, and the way my blood rushes through my veins is like it can’t wait to be inside of him.
His moan is deep in the back of his throat, but I swear I can feel it on my clit. If it didn’t all feel so good, I would be embarrassed about my moans mixing with his. I can barely focus with his hand grasping my hip and pulling more firmly over his cock.
Tingles work up my spine and fizzle at the base of my skull as lightning makes it to every nerve ending. And then it all happens again when he moves my hips back and forth. Instinct takes over, and I rub myself over him while his lips continue to work their magic against my wrist. I want more. Need more. I feel…empty and I have no idea what it means. I just know that this rubbing isn’t enough.
“Keep going,” he growls around a mouth full of blood. “Please don’t stop.”
His fangs pierce deeper this time, and I scream out with ecstasy. I continue to grind against him, building the pressure filling my body to the point of frustration. I need something…I don’t know what it is. I want to beg for it, but I don’t know the words to describe my desires.
“Please,” I whimper. His mouth tightens against my wrist, his body filled with as much tension as mine.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I scream out in tandem with Felix as a release I have never known before flows through me. It chases away every ounce of tension until nothing but languid muscles and heavy breathing is left. My body gives into it, and I no longer have the strength to hold myself up.
My head hits his shoulder hard and with heavy eyelids, I watch as he continues to drink. A few more moments pass, then he licks away every drop that flows down my arm.
“You taste exquisite,” he groans, burying his face into my neck. “You are becoming an obsession I don’t wish to overcome.”
“You barely know me.” If he knew all of my secrets, he would kill me on the spot. I am almost tempted to do just that to get to that outcome because the reality of my situation suddenly hits me hard.
The feeding process is meant to be pleasurable for both parties involved. The only reason it ever hurts is because the feeder makes it hurt.
HE chose to make it hurt. HE had a fucking choice, and HE chose torture.
Felix must be able to tell the change in my mood because he grabs the wrist he fed from and begins rubbing it again. But the small, intimate circles do nothing to pull me from my anguish and rage.
“HE made it hurt! HE chose to make it hurt! It…” I push away from him, and thankfully, he lets me go.
