Brushing my hands over his shoulders, I pull him down to me and nip his bottom lip. “That’s one hell of a compliment considering how many creatures you’ve met in your very long lifetime.”
“That’s my Audrey,” Arran says with a broad smile that shows off his fangs as he pushes into me.
Arran keeps his pace slow, keeping our bodies aligned, our gazes locked as he makes love to me like he’s never done before. Every thrust feels meaningful, every touch reverent, every second solidifying our bond as we build to our inevitable climax.
Tears fill my eyes as the moment approaches, my orgasm hovering right on the edge as I present him my neck and say, “I love you, Arran. Bite me. Make me yours, forever.”
“Mine,” Arran roars as his own climax takes him and he sinks his fangs into my neck.
Inexplicable bliss fills me as the first traces of venom reach my veins, my second orgasm barreling into my first as Arran drinks and drinks from me.
My hands push his head further into my neck, never wanting this feeling to end.
Thankfully Arran doesn’t want to stop either. He keeps fucking me through it all, drinking and sucking, his hips never stuttering.
By my fifth orgasm, I stop counting, my limbs getting weaker as I realize I’m being drained.
Arran doesn’t remove his fangs, but mumbles against my skin, “I love you, Audrey. I’ve got you. You’re mine. You’re safe. Sleep now.”
With pleasure still coursing through me, I start to drift toward the beckoning darkness until everything goes quiet and I feel nothing but peace.
“Why are you breathing so loud?” I croak, not feeling like opening my eyes quite yet.
“Audrey?” Arran asks, his familiar fingers wrapping around mine.
I wince. “No shouting. Can I get some water?”
“Is that what you really want?” Arran asks carefully.
My sleepy brain takes a good minute to process the question and then the events of last night come flooding back.
Eyes flying open, I sit up in the bed only to see Arran kneeling on the ground next to me, his eyes red and his clothes rumpled.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, pulling him up easily until he’s sitting next to me.
Arran frames my face and studies me. “Audrey? Areyouokay?”
“Yeah? Shouldn’t I be?” I flex my arms, checking if they’re bigger now that I feel invincible.
I can probably pick Arran up and give him a piggyback ride if I wanted to. Or maybe I’ll carry him bridal style.
“You basically died in my arms,” Arran says, his hands tenderly gliding all over me like he’s still not sure I’m really here.
“But I’m not dead anymore,” I say, giving him a wide smile.
Something catches on my lip and I reach up to feel a sharp tooth that wasn’t there before. “Quick, give me a mirror. I want to see my fangs.”
“Later,” Arran says, presenting me with my chalice. “Drink first. You’re going to need your strength.”
“Oh yes. Let’s test that out soon.”
Arran fills the chalice with a dark red liquid and I give it a careful swirl and bring it to my nose for a sniff.
“It’s not wine,” Arran remarks.
“Maybe not, but I can always pretend it is.”
For the first time since I was dead, Arran cracks a smile. “I think you’re the happiest vampire I’ve ever met.”
