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Shayna stood all the way across the room, staring at an almost naked man, spread-eagled and begging for her help. She’d known him a few hours and here they were, the sorriest pair ever.
She could feel his weakness through the chain still wrapped around her wrist. Death wasn’t far away.
His question didn’t require an answer. Of course she’d donate. Maybe Marius had thrown her into a nightmare, but he was a good man and deserved to live.
She crossed to the nearest side of the bed, which put her on his right side. Crawling across the bed reminded her that she was wasn’t even wearing panties.
She scooted close, dragged the towel off her head, and offered her wrist.
“You should probably lie down next to me. This may take some time.”
For some reason, the proximity made her nervous, not because she was afraid of him, but because neither of them had much on. She lay down beside him, arranging herself as best she could. “Should I release the chains?” He seemed so changed, so much like himself.
“Not yet. I think the worst is over but I’m not sure. Just hold your wrist tight to my mouth.”
She felt his fangs emerge and after he gave her a couple of instructions about angle and pressure, he struck. She gave a squeak at the sudden sharp pain, but was surprised when it dissipated so quickly.
Closer, he sent mind-to-mind.
She pressed her wrist down so that he could form a seal with his mouth.
Good. That’s good.
And he began to suck.
Suddenly she was very tired as though until this moment, she hadn’t been able to let down, to let herself feel where she was really at. She worked to get comfortable, not caring that he was naked or that she only wore one of his thin T-shirts.
But as she relaxed into him, the steady suckling at her wrist brought forward what she’d been trying to ignore from the first time she’d actually exchanged words with him in Seattle. Maybe it was the blood-chains, but her desire for him rose like a wave in heavy seas, pummeling her self-discipline and making her long for what she’d already seen between his legs.
She knew the pleasure of being with a man and she missed sex, the touch, the connection, the raw physical nature of it.
As he began to take from her, she felt his strength returning, and the blood-chains soon started to tell a different tale. His hips rolled more than once and she had to know. She lifted up just enough to see that he was fully aroused.
The sight of his cock pushing to make a tent out of the towel strengthened all the sensations she’d already been feeling. But she couldn’t possibly act on her animal needs. It wouldn’t be right.
Marius was bound to the bed and she’d be taking advantage of him.
She settled back down and though breathing hard, she forced herself to think of anything other than having sex with her captor.
* * *
Marius had never tasted an elixir so sweet or so pure as what flowed into his mouth and down his throat. Shayna tasted as he thought she would, of woman and delicate flowers combined.
He moaned because he couldn’t not moan. Your blood, Shayna, is like nothing I’ve had before. Thank you.
I can tell that you’re feeling better.
Much.
There were things he should explain, like how the experience of feeding at the vein had close sexual connections, but he couldn’t. He was exhausted from this latest, and hopefully last serious bout of recovery. But he was fully erect and wanted sex in a way that shocked him, even bound as he was. If he could have pulled Shayna onto his groin then buried himself deep, nothing would have made him happier.
From the moment he’d first seen her close up in Seattle, he’d wanted her. Kissing her more than once had fired him up.
There was nothing appropriate about how he felt, but the fact that her response appeared to match his own didn’t help matters at all. He could smell her desire, which made his lips and mouth suck harder and his hips arch. What he wouldn’t give to have her hand on him, or her mouth. Yes, that sweet perfect mouth of hers and her full lips kissing the hard erect length of his cock.
“Marius?”
Yes. He waited, holding his breath. He could tell she was in a state, that she desired him in the same way he wanted her. But he couldn’t ask for sex.
