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Rolf opened his eyes and surveilled her.
It was her turn to surrender. “I promise I won’t take more than I need.”
He laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” She felt her skin get prickly with irritation.
“I’m laughing because this entire situation is…” He held his hands out to his sides.
She quirked a smile at the absurdity, almost laughing with him. But she held back. Sex was one thing, but a shared moment like this?
“Take it,” he said, turning his head to expose the unmarked other side of his neck. She shifted on top of him. “Do you need me to…?” He gestured down below.
Adeline shook her head, “No. I can numb your pain. I just wanted to come with you while I drank. It makes the first time that much more…”
“Memorable?” Rolf offered. “Desirable? Euphoric?”
She nodded in agreement. “Yes. It makes you more open to more feedings in the future if you know just how incredible it feels.”
Rolf groaned, and she could feel him hardening underneath her. Despite her best intentions to not be turned on again, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to ride his giant cock and be in control the next time. He stroked himself and smacked her bottom lightly with his hand. She clenched against the sensation and wondered what other doors they could unlock together, given enough time.
No, Adeline. You’re done with that now that you know what he is.
There was no possible way she was going to dally with him again. No matter how badly she wanted him to really take control and show her what he could do. She had no idea how she was going to untangle herself from this mess unless she glamoured him into oblivion and left before it wore off. If only the snow would cease for long enough, she could find her way out and back to her coven. She was already weaving an elaborate lie to tell them because she knew it was game over once she showed up with empty hands.
“I’ll help you, just this once,” she conceded. “Under the condition that as soon as the storm stops and the passes clear, you will be glamoured, and we will never cross paths again.”
“Agreed,” he nodded, his head still turned to the side. He stroked himself a few more times and watched her mouth closely.
Adeline felt her fangs grow and sliced her tongue on their sharp ends, letting her blood fill her mouth. Leaning down, she traced her tongue over his skin.
“Oh,” he breathed. “That’s different.”
She chuckled into his skin, her mouth pressing against the numbed part of his flesh. Inhaling his scent, her core tightened despite her best efforts to bury the heat between them. The soft scent of his sweat, oud, and tobacco swirled with the warmth of the woodsmoke, and she relaxed against him.
He inhaled a sharp breath as her teeth punctured his skin. His fingers found her clit again, stroking her slowly as she drank.
Her head reeled with the hazy pieces of imagery that came through. She was barely aware that she had slid herself down on top of him, taking him in while she drank. His hands gripped her hips, and he rocked her back and forth, moaning as she sucked on his neck.
His blood slid down her throat, filling her with warmth, ache, desire, and loneliness. Maybe it was because she wasn’t as ravenous as before that she could float along the current of his feelings, letting them pass through her. When she felt she had consumed enough, she stopped feeding, and the emotions that pulsed through her with force earlier receded to a soft glow. Closing up his wounds, she inhaled the scent of his skin once more and let the effects of the blood take over.
Adeline pushed up, bracing her hands on his chest, and had a hazy awareness of his cock inside of her when the memories flooded her vision again. She gasped and stared down at Rolf, focusing on how desperate and concerned he looked.
ChapterThirteen
His hands rested on her hips, holding her steady while he waited for her to reveal something.
Anything.
A century of not knowing what had happened before that ill-fated night. A century of guessing. All were coming to an end in a few moments.
Or so he hoped.
When he woke in the alley, his head ached as if he had been hit with a croquet mallet. He found no evidence of any injury, and as his hands searched his coat pockets, he found travel papers crumpled along with a few Geneva livres. When he had flattened out the parchment, the only letters of his name that he could read were “ol,” as the rest had been so soaked with blood that the ink had run. He figured he must have been a member of a regiment based on the design and color of his coat. But a member of which army and which country was a mystery since he could not find any identifying markings - even the buttons had been torn off.
Adeline gasped and threw her head back. She stayed like that for a few moments, and when she finally came back down, her eyes were blown wide, and her eyebrows formed a soft frown. Her fingers found the top of his right shoulder, and she trailed down his pectoral, stopping when she saw the small scar he had there. She pressed in, and he hissed in response, the ache still very real despite the small size of the mark. Her hand slid underneath his shoulder to his back, finding a scar on the same side.
“This,” she breathed. Her eyes were rimmed with tears. “This shouldn’t be here.”
