I lift my hand, putting it atop his where it still lingers near my collarbone. “Then drink here. That way”—I shift my hips again and tighten my cunt around him—“I can still do this.”
My movement makes him grit his teeth, and the tips of his fangs peek out from beneath his top lip, already dripping with what I now know to be his venom.
“You need to be careful,” he says. “Small movements only.”
I touch his face with my hand, brushing my thumb along his lips. “I know,” I whisper.
“It’ll hurt,” he warns.
I lean forward and press my mouth to his, then pull away to whisper, “That’s part of the fun.”
With a growl, he wraps one arm around my waist, grounding me firmly in his lap. His other hand comes up to grasp the back of my neck. Between the two of them, I’m trapped against him, and I doubt I could wriggle or flail free if I tried.
I catch my breath as Severin presses a tender kiss to my collarbone. My body tenses, waiting for the bite.
And when it comes, it’s so much worse than the first time. It takes everything in me not to scream.
Chapter 41
Severin
MAEVE’S BODY FLOODS WITH ADRENALINE as I pierce her skin; I taste the sharp, bitter flavor in her blood as it glides along my fangs. The predator in me likes it, and my dick gets harder where it’s sheathed inside her.
Her gasp of pain makes me wrap my arms more firmly around her, holding her in place. Even if she doesn’t mean to, she may subconsciously try to pull away, tearing my fangs free. I pump my venom into her, filling her with it until it mingles with the blood circulating through her system. And I feel the moment it hits her, feel the way her body softens against mine, no longer fighting against the pain.
As I begin to drink, drawing her blood into my mouth, her pussy tightens around my cock. She begins to move, rolling her hips, keeping me buried inside her as she fucks me deep and slow.
It’s ecstasy. Between her blood in my mouth and her cunt wetting my cock, I become lost in her. The world falls away from around me. Everything is Maeve. Her taste. Her scent.The sounds she makes as she reaches between our slick bodies to play with her clit.
Her blood pumps over my fangs, hot and coursing with the flavor of storms: like spring rain wetting the earth and lightning dancing across the sky. It’s soher, a taste that’s as unique as she is.
In all my years and all the necks I’ve taken from, none have ever tasted like her.
Maeve reaches around the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses my mouth more firmly against her collarbone, driving my fangs deeper. Her other hand works at her clit, and she rides me slowly, heeding my warning to be careful as she grinds her hips into mine.
Beneath us, the armchair groans, shifting slightly from the rhythm of our bodies.
Maeve’s skin is hot, with sweat building up along her low back where I still have my arm draped around her. I wish I had a bathtub in my apartment; if I did, I’d bathe her after fucking her, would wash every inch of her skin clean, then would bundle her in a plush towel and make her tea to enjoy beside the fire.
The image of it is so domestic that it surprises me.
I know lust, I know desire, I know temptation. These are things I’m well-versed in.
But what I don’t know is love. Because it’s never happened for me. Perhaps I’m the problem. I’m too cold, I push people away, I keep myself guarded. With Maeve, though, I don’t want to keep my walls up, don’t want to feel the need to shield myself and keep her at arm’s length. I want her here, wrapped up in my arms, as storms race across the sky and the fire crackles in the hearth. I want her with me in the mornings whenI awaken and in the evenings when I close my eyes, with her scent all around me and her head on the pillow beside mine.
I don’t just want to fuck her and feed from her. I want it all. And so much more.
Maeve’s breath catches, and she gasps out, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Tightening my grip on her so her body won’t move, I start to drive my cock into her, as deep as it’ll go, matching her rhythm as she continues to ride me. Our bodies make wet slapping sounds, her slickness coating us both. Her pussy gets tighter, and then she catches her breath before cumming around my dick with a beautiful moan.
Just hearing it makes me want to cum, steals away my ability to hold out any longer.
So I slip my fangs from her skin, grab her by the hips, and lift her off my dick, pulling her flush against me so I don’t fill her cunt with my seed. She gasps as my cum paints her ass, and I stroke myself until there’s nothing left to release.
As I drop my hand from around my shaft, my muscles soften, like I could melt into this armchair and never reform.
Maeve pulls back to look down at me, her long purple hair falling around us like a veil, separating us from the outside world and all its needs and noise.
