Evan shakes his head at me, a bemused half-grin sketching across his face, but it’s gone in an instant. “I’m not sure that’s going to be enough.”
With that, he slides the door closed behind him and I sigh. I’m still in costume so I make sure not to trip on my shroud as I lower myself onto the bed beside her, freezing as I sit there. I can’t just start. She’s unconscious. But she’s also dying right before me. I can feel it, a small thread of pulsing power, growing fainter with each passing second. I lower my head towards her. “Please wake up,” I murmur. My gaze travels to her mouth. Her lips are lightly parted, her breathing shallow. It feels toointimate to kiss her there so I lower my mouth to her neck, feeling the urge of my siren teeth wanting to slide out.
I rein in that impulse, pressing a faint kiss to her throat, on the side where she’s not been bitten. The other side almost looked like what I do to Benny when I feed on him, but even though it’s healed now, I want to avoid it in case she still aches there. I remind myself that Jordan isn’t as big of a threat as I am, so I need to be careful. I nuzzle her a little bit. “Please wake up,” I say again, my voice pleading.
What will she think if she wakes up? That I kidnapped her again? The image of her throwing those pillows so forcefully at me brings a fresh wave of anger. But not at her. I still think she’s a bit stuck up, but she’s got a fire that I wish I had. And her prick of an ex tried to take that away from her.
I trail kisses up her throat and plant one on her jaw. It’s not working. She’s still fading.
I place my hand on the curve of her waist, running my hand up and down slowly, as I try to think of what to do next. My hand follows the curve as it swings outward towards her hips. I trail my hand across her stomach, my fingers lightly catching on the waistband of her jeans. She lets out a low murmur and I flick my gaze to her eyes, still closed. I go back to kiss her neck and slide my hand towards her chest, my hand going up under her shirt. I realize too late that I’m leaving black paint streaks across her skin and clothes. “Bliss,” I whisper, remembering how she played with the frayed edges of my hoodie. “Bliss, please wake up.”
She lets out a soft moan as my hand trails underneath her bra just lightly. I kiss her neck again. “Wake up so I can heal you properly,” I whisper. I haven’t done anything with a woman since that night at the club so many years ago. I’ve kissed Evan, Shaun, and Benny. But it’s not the same, because it’s usually justfor a performance. I run my hand down towards the top of her jeans. “I’ll do whatever you need me to, just please wake up.”
She’s not waking up.
I can’t wait any longer or else I risk her dying. I slowly unbutton her jeans and move my hand inside, dragging my fingers against her lacy panties as I stroke her slowly across her center. She lets out a gasp. I look back up at her and see her eyes opened in shock. She watches me, startled.
Her lips part like she’s going to say something, but she can’t seem to get the words out.
I also open my mouth to speak but freeze. I’m still in Wrath’s costume. If I talk to her, she’ll know I’m that asshole from before who was rude to her. Then she might refuse to let me help her. I don’t want to risk it, so I cock my head to the side, waiting for her to say something, to put together what’s happening.
She slowly nods as if it’s painful for her. “Please,” she finally gets out. And with that, I return to stroking her. I feel her body respond, wetness beginning to pool and coating my fingers even through the thin fabric of her underwear. I get up from the bed and slowly peel her jeans off, exposing her pale smooth thighs first, then the rest of her legs. Bliss lets out an impatient moan, more alert, so I don’t hesitate anymore.
I allow her beauty to sink in finally. The weirdness of the situation has kept me from getting hard, but as I yank her thong off her and toss it on top of her jeans, I feel my blood start to pulse as it redirects towards my cock.
Grabbing under her knees, I pull her towards the edge of the bed so I can worship her properly. I meet her gaze as much as I can through my mask. She’s watching me closely, her breathing still too shallow for my liking.
I run my thumb along her center and her breathing hitches. She lets her head fall back and seems to relax even more, so I continue, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, gripping my handsaround both her thighs, feeling how soft and thick they are. I know they rub together when she walks and I’ve always found that one of the hottest things about women.
Spurred on by the scent of her, I dart my tongue out and swipe along her core, lingering on her clit, and sucking just a little bit. Bliss moans again and so I settle in, right there between her thighs, knowing there’s not really anywhere else I’d want to be right now.
I drive my tongue into her before replacing it with two fingers, opening her up so I can get more of a taste. The urge to bite into her thighs is so strong, I’m practically salivating. I keep my focus on her, though, on how she’s responding to me. I can feel her sitting up, wanting to reach out and grab onto something, and I internally curse my mask and hood for preventing her from threading her fingers through my hair. So I reach up with my other hand, gripping her hand in mine and locking it down across her stomach to prevent her from squirming too much as I drive her towards her climax.
She begins to buck and thrash as I continue my attention on her. I remove my fingers so I can grip her thigh and hook it over my shoulder, driving my tongue into her from a slightly different angle. As I chase the most divine taste I’ve ever had, somethingoddhappens. My tongue lengthens and thickens and suddenly I’m deeper in her, flicking my tongue againstthatspot inside her. She lets out a moan that’s half a scream as I repeatedly stroke my tongue inside her. There’s a burst on my tongue as I feel her coming on it. I moan into her and she falls back against the mattress, completely sated.
I withdraw from her, my tongue returning to its normal size. I run my fingers across the tip of it as if it’ll grow in size again, but it doesn’t.
I look up at Bliss, relieved to see that her skin has a glow to it I haven’t seen yet. She’s propped up on her elbows, looking at mewith a mix of contentment and confusion. And I feel as though I got a release too. There’s a pleasantness that courses through me in waves, making me feel a warmth everywhere in my body. Is this the high one gets from succubus sex?
“What happened?” she asks.
I open my mouth to explain, but I stop short, cursing my mask.
She raises her brows at me and nods. “Right, you’re all anonymous and everything. Don’t worry, I won’t pry.”
Bliss gets up on her knees, looking down at me, where I still kneel on the floor. She reaches out, gently brushing her pointer finger across my lips. I resist the urge to nip at it. Or bite it off completely.
I should really get away from her.
I stand up awkwardly, towering over her now. I hand her clothes to her wordlessly and she changes into them, taking a look around at the room.
“I don’t suppose I could borrow another hoodie?” She looks over at me with a soft smile. “I promise I will give both of them back.”
I reach into a duffle bag I threw haphazardly onto the floor and grab another black hoodie, this one with the Voracious Maw logo on it. Thankfully it’s one I’ve worn while also wearing my Wrath cologne, so she shouldn’t smell my actual scent on it. Bliss beams up at me and throws the hoodie on. It dwarfs her immediately, way too big on her. She pushes up the sleeves, but they just slide back down.
“Thank you,” she says, coming up on her tiptoes, drawing my head down towards her so she can plant a quick kiss onto the cheek of my mask. I thank the mask and the black paint that hides my blush.
She moves towards the door, but I reach out and grip her forearm, stopping her. I pull the ribbons out of my pocket andhand them back to her, not sure she’ll even want them. Bliss reaches out and takes the bloodied white ribbons but hands them back to me. “Can you just throw them away, please?”
