“No.”
Liar. I know you are.
But it doesn’t matter if he won’t admit it; I can stillfeelit. And it really turns me on. I love fear, and the power to bend and break others. The fact that Jacob is a much older and stronger vampire than me only adds fuel to the fire.
I wanna do things to him that I’ve never done to my human victims. Mostly because they wouldn’t have survived, but Jacob will. Jacob can’t die. Not unless I rip out his heart, or cut off his head, or maybe set him on fire. What else can kill a vampire? I have no idea.
However, since this is the first time we’re playing this kind of game, I’ll take it easy. As much as I can, anyway. I feel a little bit . . . unhinged.
Jacob’s nostrils flare and he stares into my eyes as if he’s trying to read my mind. Is his breath hitching?
Darling, you’re terrified . . .
My cock loves that so much that it’s already half-hard. I roll one of my lip rings with my tongue as I take in the beauty of the man beneath me. Jacob’s a vision, his olive skin tinged red by the soft light as it bounces off the deep burgundy walls. His soft almost-black hair untied, his prominent muscles covered in tattoos, his big cock growing harder the longer I stare at it.
“Fuck, you’re stunning . . .” I whisper, dragging the dull edge of my pocketknife across his stomach. Jacob hisses at the cold touch of my blade and breathes in, pressing his back further into the mattress.
He might be trying to get away, but he’s rock-hard already. His body loves this, there’s no hiding that. I grin at the way he turns his head to the side, avoiding my gaze.
His exposed neck invites me in, so I claim it. My tongue runs up and down his pulsating vein before I bite, intoxicated by his musky and sweet scent.
Hot blood hits my tongue and instantly makes me shiver. I’m so addicted to it at this point, that I could probably drain him. But I don’t let myself get carried away. I give in to the burning sensation for only a minute, reveling in the beat of his heart surrendering to my rhythm. Jacob’s hips try to thrust against me, but I don’t give him what he wants.
Not yet.
By the time I pull away, he’s a whimpering mess of a man, looking at me through hooded, glowing eyes. Such a beautiful sight to take in, his arms pulled back as he holds on to the black headboard of the bed, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows hard, his legs trying to wrap around my hips and pull me down into him.
Fuck, I’m lucky to be high on his blood. I grin and let my eyes light up for him, burning with desire and the thought of the things I wanna do to him.
Jacob’s gaze travels from the knife in my hand to my hard cock still hidden in my briefs. I lean into him, trailing kisses down the center of his chest all the way down to the side of his hips. He arches his back, grabbing on to my hair with one of his hands, trying to guide me where he wants me. And he seems to have forgotten to be scared of me.
How cute. Not gonna work, though.
I ignore Jacob’s attempts to force me onto his cock, and instead carve a long but shallow cut on his side. My knife slides swiftly from his waist to his hip bone.
“Fuck—” He hisses and writhes beneath me, letting go of my hair. I catch all the blood bursting from the cut with my tongue, licking all the way up.
“You taste so good, darling,” I moan, before I drag my tongue up his side again, taking more into my mouth as the wound begins to close.
Jacob bites his lower lip hard. He’s enjoying this a lot more than he wants to let on. His glowing eyes look up at me with the burning of unspoken words. Desire, and some kind of vulnerability I can’t quite pinpoint. Staring right at him, I make another cut across his hips. He moans, his fangs extending, most likely of their own accord.
“Losing control already?” I tease him, running a finger over the fresh cut and picking up blood with it. I can’t resist the urge to move forward and stick it into Jacob’s mouth. He sucks eagerly, groaning as he wraps his silky wet tongue around my digit. “Maybe this just does it for you, darling.”
He ignores my comment.
I still know I’m right.
While he’s distracted, I carve another slow cut. All the way down from the center of his chest to his navel. Jacob arches his back against the blade, making the cut deeper than I intended.
“Oh my . . . are you no longer scared of my knife?” I laugh, watching the burning red elixir burst from his skin. Jacob is still sucking my finger as if it was my cock, eyes closed. So, I push another digit into his mouth. “Bite me.”
He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fangs into my flesh, painfully so, hitting my bones. My cock twitches in response to the pain as I moan loudly. I dive into him, licking all the blood pooling around his navel and between his abs, covered in intimidatingskulls. I take my time to clean him up as I make my way to his neck, not missing the opportunity to bite his nipples playfully.
I feel so damn high, so turned on. I almost see red as I hover over Jacob like a bloodthirsty beast. My breath is shaky as he bites harder onto my bones, delicious pain shooting through me. I think my fingers will break under the pressure of his jaw, but they don’t. I’m no human.
Jacob seems too comfortable with what’s happening, and I’m still hungry for his fear. I wanna smell it again, I wanna see it in his eyes. So, without warning, I drag my knife across his throat, making a fast and precise cut deep enough to let blood pour out, but not to actually harm him. Jacob flinches and releases my fingers, his eyes opening wide as he reaches for his throat with one of his hands.
And there it is. Fear in his eyes. Terror, even. He stares at me, frozen and bleeding onto his own hand and chest. I laugh darkly, high on power. The cut isn’t bad. It’s not even that deep. But it did its job at scaring him.
