I don’t have to repeat myself. As his fangs sink into my neck, it’s like my world explodes in colors and sounds never imagined by humans before. Like I’ve been living in black and white, and now, I get full visual palettes previously unheard of.
My mouth prickles, my teeth suddenly feeling too large, too big, and my clit’s throbbing because I’m coming harder than I ever imagined possible.
Everything’s just…too damnedmuch! Like my nervous system has literally just been plugged into an electric socket. I bite down, hard, on his shoulder to stifle the primal, rolling scream bubbling up unbidden from deep inside me.
He gasps and releases his bite on me, and I’m still chewing on him. His cock throbs inside me, his fingers digging into my ass, and I realize he’s coming, too.
There’s a taste in my mouth. Not only his blood, but something else, like a warm, slick, syrupy tang I’ve tasted hints of before but never like this.
“Eilidh!” he gasps.
I growl.
Oops.
I mean, Iliterallycannot help it.
He falls back onto the bed with me still biting him, his fingers spasming against my ass as my teeth remain locked in his flesh. Like there’s two parts of me, one with my hands planted on either side of his head and refusing to give up her yummy chew toy, and the other, who’s horrified and trying to convince me to let the fuck go.
Dexter releases my ass, and his right hand flails, grabs, finally locks his fingers around my left wrist and forcibly drags it to his mouth, so he can bite down hard on my lower arm.
“Ow! Fucker!” But it breaks the spell—I’ve let go. He releases his bite on my arm and limply lies there staring at me. At first, I think it’s sunrise starting to pull him under, but it’s not quite time yet.
This is…
Like he’s drunk.
He’s breathing heavily and tries to lift his head but can’t. Instead, it sort of just lolls back and forth.
Panic flows through me. “Dex? Are you all right?”
A chuffing sort of laugh escapes him, and he nods. Kind of.
I grab his hand and press it against my cheek. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that!” The place where I bit’s already healing, thanks to his vampire metabolism. My teeth don’t feel weird anymore, either, although when I run my tongue over them, I can still taste something strange.
After several tries, he flips over and drags himself up the bed, where he motions for me to snuggle with him.
“Dex? Are you okay?”
He nods again, makes a really drunken attempt to kiss me, and then passes out with his face securely pressed against the crook of my neck.
Shit!Did my blood do that to him?
Wait…it couldn’t have. He would’ve had that reaction to drinking it bagged, and he didn’t. Lucius and Selene didn’t, either.
That weird taste isstillin my mouth. Not his blood. This is different and separate from that. I run the tip of my tongue over my canines, but they feel like they always do.
Don’t they?
Did him biting me trigger something weird in me?
Oh, what fresh hell is this?
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Dexter
What.
