He pressed his neck into me harder, cursing that it was the only thing he could do since I was behind him. “I want to bury my cock into your sweet, wet pussy. I want my cock drenched in your sticky goodness.”
I lifted my gaze, and Avery’s and Cosmo’s eyes lit up, burning with lust and swirling with a need for my body. Falcon looked up every once in a while, cursing before going back to what he was doing. Lex watched me through a mirror, gripping the chair like he would break it. Yes, I wanted them like this. I wanted to drain each of them, and then they were going to fuck me. They were going to fill every hole possible... but I also wanted a tattoo...Can I do both?
I popped off Ax, taking in a large whiff of his leather and peppercorn scent that reminded me of the woods. I let his healing body take care of the bleeding holes in his neck as I sauntered up to Avery.
His eyes feasted on me, excitement radiating off him. “Oh, yes, Fierce Girl, fucking take me.” That was all I needed as I licked up his neck, and his whole body grew rigid. His breathing turned shallow and short as I placed soft, wet kisses along his vein.
His warm, fruity, peppery scent of cinnamon filled my nostrils, making me even more hungry for that decadent blood I knew pumped beneath. I pressed my body against his, rubbing up and down until he shook with need. I backed him up until he plopped on the lobby couch, and I sat on him, grinding myself on top of him as I slid my fangs into his artery.
His fingers ran up my thighs as his manly groans escaped his throat, his fingers dug into my ass like they were the anchor for his soul. He mumbled against me, saying how amazing I was, how beautiful and fearless I was. All in a barely coherent voice as I slurped at his neck while rocking my hips against his hard length.
He moaned out, telling me this was the way he would want to go if he had a choice, and I chuckled against his neck. I didn’t want to take too much like last time, so I unhooked myself, licking up that fruity nectar that pumped inside of him until his neck healed up.
A moan broke from his lips as I got up, and his head rested back as he panted. I thought he was almost out of it, but as I worked my way up to standing, a finger swiped at my center, and he cooed, “Your wetness is addicting. I wonder what you would look like coming around my cock as you sucked my blood.”
I bent toward his ear while eyeing my next victim in his chair not even knowing what was going to happen to him. “We have all the time in the world, mate.” He groaned at me calling him that, and I licked the shell of his ear before I left.
Sliding up next to Cosmo, I grabbed the knife from his boot that I knew he always carried and sped up to Falcon, kneeling before him. My speed made him jerk in surprise, but he cocked an eyebrow to see what I had planned. “Don’t worry, I want his tattoo to look good, so I won’t bite you where it will impede your hands and neck.” I used vampire speed as I sliced the inside of his pants, exposing his smooth alabaster thigh.
I settled down as he cleared his throat. I peered up at him, blinking with big eyes as I fingered the slit. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” Pressing in closer, I ran my lips along his skin, which caused him to inhale loudly. “It won’t hurt. Much.” Then I sank my fangs into his meaty thigh, pulling on that light and crisp blood that popped with electricity along my tongue.
A hand moved to the back of my head, pushing me in more as I gripped him on both sides. It was all hard and needy, the sexual chemistry went up tenfold, and he held my head as the tattoo gun buzzed through the shop.
I didn’t want to mess up the tattoo, so I waited for a pause in the buzzing before I let my hand wander, cupping his hard length that was growing steadily next to my cheek. He hissed, burrowing his hand in my hair as he gripped it like he would tear it out. Then his small breaths came out, and I knew I had the upper hand.
I popped off, soaking in his sweet citrusy notes of lemon and oranges. It made me salivate while feeling refreshed.
I stood up and winked at the angry desire in his eyes until I turned and found Cosmo hovering over me before grabbing my neck and pushing me against the wall. The station next to us rattled with his force. “I’m going to need you to take my blood and take it hard. Fuck, Rayla, I need this. I need you.”
Cosmo didn’t beg easily, so I didn’t waste time. I lifted his forearm between us, twisting it so he could watch me take him, watch my face as I drank him down. My fangs dug in deep at his wrist, and he let out a small noise at my intrusion. As soon as I took my first long drag, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as I leaned back. I turned us around so he could fall apart along the station.
Both of us being vampires, we knew how to do what we did. We knew how to make it hurt, and how to make it sweet. How to pull from the vein to mimic fucking. We felt the blood leave us and race through to the other. It was enchanting to have someone know exactly what you’re doing and why you’re doing it.
His skilled hand worked my pants as I was lost in his sweet cherry taste with a kick. It was like his body knew I had a sweet tooth. I sucked and sucked at that vein, faster and stronger since I knew he could handle it and that I would share my blood with him later to get him in peak condition.
His fingers dove into my pants, plucking at that bundle of nerves and making me gasp, even with my teeth still sliced into him. His expert fingers were driving into me while I pulled on his vein, yanking so hard he cried out, “Yes! Fucking tear me open.”
I growled, getting ready to rip him apart, when someone lifted me up and off him. Cosmo slumped against the next station’s counter, eyes hooded as he half-heartedly said, “Hey, bring her back!”
A smooth deep voice called out in my ear, “Oh, my rose, do you know how addicting you are? How much you make the men in this room want to fall to your feet? Even if they fight it, they still do. If you put your foot down, they would gladly put their head next to it for you to crush if you so pleased... do you want to know why?”
With all the different yummy blood I had running through my veins, all the power of them surging back and forth, I rubbed my hands up and down my body as Lex spoke, “Because I’m your mate?”
He chuckled into my hair, sniffing it before he cooed, “Besides that... it’s your heart.” When I tried to shove away, wanting to tell him I didn’t have one of those horrid things, he held on tight, taking a play out of my dad’s how-to-treat-Rayla handbook. “For monsters in the dark, sharing your kind and loving heart is dangerous. We could turn into rabid beasts for it, we could bite back at you, we could even set you up for failure. We could do all of this, yet you still show us favoritism by not showing anyone else outside of these men and the bosses this kindness. No, you make it a fucking damn commodity, something only given in the direst of needs or on a whim. It makes beasts like us keep ourselves in check just to get a taste of your dark and selfish goodness.” He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down enough for his cock to spring out.
2He sat down on the tattoo chair, and my legs appeared between his as he held my hands. One hand slid up into the back of my head, gently tugging my hair to get me to go where he wanted. His lips grazed my ear. “Now, I’m going to need you to take me hard and fast, to make sure—”
I lunged at him, ramming my teeth into his vein and attaching to him like an animal. Yanking on his skin, taking big, long draws like he was made of the crimson liquid. He sighed while holding the back of my head as he called out, “Devour me, Rayla. Mark me, bleed me, make it hurt. I want to feel your hunger, feel you stealing my blood like you can’t have anything else.” So I did just that.
His moans filled the room quickly, and lust permeated all around as I felt the effects of drinking so much. I felt lightheaded but amazing.
I was about to get off when he yanked my pants down. I was only in a crop top and a green thong, but the whole room erupted in groans.
He kept his hand on my head as he picked me up and set me on top of him on the tattoo seat. I growled as I pulled and pulled at his crimson liquid, gulping it down like I was starved for it. He played with my thong, grabbing onto each side like reins on a horse to pull me from one side to the other.
Then he called out, “Doesn’t our dark queen have the most delectable body? This peachy ass you could bite into.” He gripped my cheeks and spread them apart close to my entrance as far as he could. “Doesn’t that wet, pulsing pussy make you salivate?” Low throat rumbles and growls sounded around the room. “Don’t you think that puckered bud”—he ran a finger down my crack—“needs to be filled? Dumping so much cum in her that she’ll be dripping the second we leave her tight holes.”
I didn’t know when I stopped sucking and started humping him. I was so turned on by his dirty talk, I wanted it now, I wanted it all. I moaned around his neck, licking at his artery between the two teeth piercing him. His hips jerked upward, and I smiled.
