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When she finally decided to quit pacing and sat down beside me, I risked opening my mouth.
“Can vampires even get drunk?” I quipped lightly, watching Jordan pour yet another cup of the crimson liquid. I had hoped that humor might alleviate some of the dourness of her mood, but her subsequent scoffing told me I’d failed.
“Jordan, what happened with the witches… it really wasn’t your fault.” I fell silent again when the vampire side-eyed me, the bottle practically glued to her lips. “Never mind then.”
Realizing quickly that I was getting nowhere with my pep talk, I gave up and hauled some actual alcohol from the kitchen cupboard. I had bought it when we were last in the city, saving it for dire situations just like this one.
Jordan looked on in surprise as I uncorked the wine, pouring myself a generous helping into a stray mug I found in the sink. Catching her eye, I downed a large swig, grimacing at the sulphury taste on my tongue.
Stupefied by my resolve, Jordan sat down again, watching me with wide eyes as I moved to her lap. I clinked my glass against her bottle, now sitting ignored in her hand. “Maybe we could both do with a break.”
Jordan said nothing more while I drained my glass and poured another. She simply wrapped her arms around my waist and held me there, staring out of the window.
I was still taller than Jordan, able to balance myself on her legs with my toes on the floor, but the tension in her posture made it difficult to relax comfortably. I resolved the issue by curling an arm around her neck, sitting princess style across her legs like the damsel in an action movie.
I took another sip of my wine, and then, feeling suddenly playful, lifted Jordan’s drink to her lips. I tilted the bottle back before she could protest, leaving her with no choice but to swallow, gulping down the liquid so as not to choke.
When I was done half-drowning my vampire lover, I touched a hand to her cheek.
“You spilled a little.” I eyed the trickle of dark liquid dripping from her bottom lip. Before Jordan could wipe it away I flicked out my tongue, trailing the tip up her neck and chin to catch the stray droplets.
The taste of blood burned hot on my tongue, but I didn’t stop there. I grazed my tongue over her lips, stained cherry-red by her potent drink, and bit down gently.
When I pulled away again, my coy smile faltered. I had expected Jordan to respond to my playfulness with some teasing of her own, but the vampire was staring at me with a molten heat in her eyes, the kind of erotic gaze that ignited a fire at my core instantaneously.
Staring into the woman’s lustrous eyes, I felt an irresistible urge to take my game a step further.
I leaned closer, reclining in Jordan’s arms while her fingers traced delicate patterns down my thigh. My eyes flicked to the bowl of cherries I had brought home with me, my gaze sauntering back to Jordan when I was struck with a new idea. I reached for her bottle and poured a new glass of dark liquid, nudging the bowl of cherries toward her with my elbow.
A subtle smile played on the vampire’s lips, acknowledging the unspoken rules of the game. Without taking her eyes off me, she reached for the ripened berries.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Jordan plucked a singular cherry from the bowl and brought it to my lips, a tantalizing invitation. Without a word, I parted my lips, allowing her to gently feed the sweet treat onto my tongue. I bit down, and the berry popped in my mouth, the sensation sending an electric thrill down my spine.
Jordan’s fingertips brushed my lips, before allowing me to mimic her actions. I continued the seductive game, lifting the glass to Jordan’s lips and allowing her to sip at it, watching her tongue flick out to catch the last drop.
As our reserve of blushed cherries and dark liquid dwindled, my confidence surged. I plucked the last cherry, delicately, a rush of anticipation coursing through my veins. Slowly, sensually, I brought the fruit to my own lips, a silent challenge to the vampire woman.
Jordan’s eyes smoldered with a burning desire, her lustful gaze fixed on me as I savored the final fruit. Her fingers trailed up my throat and along the edge of my jaw, her thumb brushing over my cherry-stained lips.
“The kitchen is no place for such debauchery,” she murmured. “I would hate to be caught in the act. Can you promise to be quiet?”
I nodded a little too enthusiastically, my attempts at seduction immediately forgotten in light of her hand gliding under my skirt. I could keep quiet. I could do whatever she wanted me to.
Jordan laughed at my eagerness, her fingers finding my underwear beneath the stiff fabric of my skirt. I clung on a little tighter when she dipped her fingers under the elastic, her fingers gliding between wet, welcoming folds. I stifled a moan and buried my face in her neck, breathing deeply as the vampire’s fingers circled that tight bundle of nerves between my legs.
My thighs parted to allow her easier access, and I fastened my mouth to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. My hand that was not coiled in her hair rose to cup her breasts, rolling one erect nipple between my fingers through the soft fabric of her shirt.
Jordan groaned sharply, a vicious intake of breath at my soft touch. In one swift motion, she hiked my skirt up and tore my underwear down around my thighs. Already dripping with desire, I squirmed in her lap. Her fingers found my entrance and I rocked against her, eager to feel her fingers inside me.
“Is this what you wanted?” Her voice took on a sharp tone of command that sliced straight to my core. My hands explored her body, delving under her shirt to feel her skin hot against my palm.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, brushing my lips against her and rolling my hips in anticipation. ‘Yes, this is exactly what I wanted.”
My head swam, unbridled arousal racked my nerves, and my words came involuntarily. “I want you.”
Satisfied with my answer, Jordan drove two fingers into me, stroking my inner walls as her thumb circled above. I threw my head back with a groan, the sound coming out muffled when Jordan closed her other hand over my mouth.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Her voice was a whisper in my ear, her tongue tracing my jawline as I moaned into her hand. “But you promised to be quiet, remember?”
