Page 52 of The Vampire’s Prey

“Leave before I do not have the power to stop.”

Her hands slide from around me, and I breathe, relieved that for once she is doing what she is told. However, as usual, I am dead wrong. The soft pitter-patter of her feet against my kitchen tile tells me that she is going in the opposite direction of where she is supposed to be headed. Instead, she walks over to the other side of the fridge and reclines into wariza, her knees spread, her thighs glistening. Gods but I will never get tired of that sight. Her scent slams into me as she slides her fingers down and spreads herself open. My nostrils flare as she begins moving her fingers back and forth over her clit.

“You are the first man I ever truly came to the thought of. You’ve turned my world completely upside down. I know you have standards. If not, I’m sure you would have fed from me when we first got together.”

A pang of guilt stings my chest. I rub the area, trying to rid myself of this foreign, unwanted emotion. But she keeps talking, and the feeling blossoms into love, lust, want, desire. All flowing through me at once. For the first time in my existence, I feel like I finally found my equal.

“I trust you,” she says quietly, her head hanging low. “I don’t know why. I shouldn’t. Every instinct I have is telling me to run away and not look back. But the part of me, the empty part that you fill, wants to be yours body and soul.”

My heart sings at her declaration. Maybe monsters can get a happy ending?

“You are positive?”

Her lower lip trembles for a moment, but she nods anyway. Growling, I scoop her up into my arms and take her to my bedroom. She is the first mortal and lover to ever cross the threshold, and the amount of trust this move places in her surprises even me. How can I trust that she won’t try to kill me in my sleep? Shaking my head, I rid my brain of those thoughts. Based on conversations with Marion and reviewing the tapes of their day together, nothing suspicious came up. Even after she found the blood, she didn’t try to do anything underhanded. Besides, it’s not like I’m a warrior, honed to kill and protect. There is no way this slip of a morsel can best me.

Pausing to flick on the lights, I twist the knob to turn them down to a faint glow. I want my little mortal to see everything that happens to her. I want her to understand the full consequences of her action. Chuckling to myself, I toss my conquest on the king-sized, wrought iron bed. I stand there for a moment, admiring the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts. Finally, I gaze down at her thighs, still slick with arousal. Licking my lips, I kneel between her legs and begin to feast on what she is so graciously offering.

My lips nibble their way up her thigh until they settle at her mound. Inhaling deeply, I slide my tongue up one side of her lips and down the other. Her body tenses and quivers under me. Her moans fill my ears as her flavor explodes on my tongue and fills my senses. I am overwhelmed by her as I worship at the temple of her body. Every whimper, every plea tightens my balls, but I am enjoying this feast way too much to attend to my own needs at the moment. Rising up on my knees, I lock eyes with my princess and make her watch me as I wipe her juices from my lips.

“Now then. If you are quite sure you wish to be my sustenance tonight, you will stay there, perfectly still until I return to you.”

Her bottom lip pokes out in an adorable pout, and I chuckle as I lean forward to brush it with my thumb. She shivers beneath me, and I grin. After watching her for a few more moments, I ease off of the bed and start to pad over to my closet. After a few steps, I turn and pin her with a glare.

“I mean it. Not a muscle.”

Going into the closet, I head quickly over to a large chest in the far corner. Opening the lid, I try to hold back the wave of nostalgia that threatens to hit me as I look upon all the accoutrements of my old life. True, I still keep in contact with my nest, but it’s not the same. My fingers linger over my samurai gear for the briefest of moments before I reach in and grab my tantō. My fingers grip the familiar weapon as I leave and go back to my princess. Surprisingly, she is laying right where I put her. Perhaps there is hope for this succulent brat after all.

“Hands above your head and grip the headboard.” My voice is gruff and tight with the unleashed arousal that flows through me. I want nothing more than to set upon my prize and devour. However, she still needs to learn the lesson that she is not in any way in charge of this relationship. She feeds and pleasures me at my order and not her whims.

Her arms shake as she reaches up above her, but she obeys immediately. I can taste her nervous energy on the air as she eyes the sword in my hands. Sheathed, it does not look like much, but knowing her, she probably has no clue what it is, and that’s the cause for the nervous concern.

“You say you wish to feed me, yes?”

Her head nods rapidly.

“Words pet.”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Very well. We shall begin.”

Kneeling back onto the bed, I bring her legs closer to her body so that her knees are bent, and her feet are flat on the bed.

“Whatever you do, do not move. I am very skilled at what I do, but even I am not a mind reader. If you move, it may cause more harm to your body than I intend. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

Her voice trembles, but her arousal perfumes the air even stronger. Gods, but I think I love this woman.

“Look at me, and do not look away.”

Once her eyes lock onto mine, I bring the tantō up into her field of vision. Slowly, I pull the sword from the sheath. Granted, it is not nearly as big as a katana, more like the length of my forearm, but it is an impressive blade, nonetheless. The low lights glint off of the razor edge, and for the first time since I’ve known her, real fear shines in her eyes, and heaven help if my cock does not twitch at that sight.

“Now is your chance to refuse the offer. I am a generous man after all.”

My lips curl up into a smile as the wheels turn about in her head.

“No sir. But, do you have to cut me? I thought your kind bite.”