There is something in our drool that stops a bite from bleeding.The moment I withdrew my mouth, the fang marks sealed and healed.The only sign of injury would be a bit of inflammation, easily camouflaged by the rigors of intercourse.
The monster that hides behind my attractive façade doesn’t want to be discovered.
“Don’t you like that?”Passing a bottle of water to her, I slump down beside Aila.“A little bit of rough and tumble does a body good.”
That makes her smile.Aila’s smile is the only sunshine I will ever need.
“Tongue studs?I don’t know,” Aila muses as she takes another small sip of water.“Show me.”
Shit.I should have seen that coming from a mile off.
There is an agonizing silence as I search for a sensible way to respond.I’m holding my breath, which is hardly a human thing to do.Remembering to pant and grimacing like a wild beast trapped in a snare, I fumble for an answer.
It is the core tenet of the MC, even more important than avoiding sunlight:never give yourself away.We hunters belong to the night, cursed and rejected by our tribes and kinfolk since the dawn of our feral lives.
Fuck it!All I have to do is stick out my tongue and make some excuse.
I swallowed the damn tongue stud, sweetheart.
It came loose and I spit it out.
I took it out when you weren’t looking…
But then she will want to see the piercing.
I want to rage and roar because of the barrier of dishonesty I have to sustain between Aila and me.
“Okay.It wasn’t a tongue stud.It was my teeth.”
I think what I just said shocked the both of us.Fuck it.Well, there’s no going back now.
“Teeth?”Again, Aila presses her fingers between her legs.“Please tell me that you didn’t bite me, Theron.”
“I might have.You look good enough to eat, like I said.”
Looking at her hand to check for blood, Aila seems relieved when she doesn’t find any.But it doesn’t stop the questions from coming.“Because it prickled.Like a sting that made me shiver, you know.I… I kinda liked it.It gave me a rush.”
Finally, I see a way to take our conversation in another direction.
“You saying you liked it more than fucking?”
Rolling her eyes up, Aila giggles.“That’s a whole ‘nother kind of pain!But highly—addictively—pleasurable all the same.”
Reaching out her hand, she caresses my rock-hard muscles.“Does being so well-endowed teach you how to be gentle as well?Because at no time did I feel like you were just using my body as a way to cum off.”Scooching closer, Aila buries her face against my chest.“You made me feelcherished.”
None of what she says sets off any of my alarm bells.I have zero experience with interacting with women on such an intimate level anyway, so I would have been more surprised if it had.
Still, the thought of anyone being rough with Aila without her sanctioning it kicks my protective instincts into high gear, same as the first time I met her.
“You’ve been fucking the wrong guys.You were born to be cherished.And don’t let anyone say anything different.”
I want to share my story with Aila.To tell her all about the Original Seven, the five Midnight Riders who call Landslide home and the two who chose to become nomads.
We were all physically enlarged and supernaturally enhanced after our encounter with the Red Witch.Before she sucked our blood and allowed us to feast on hers, we were mortal men.Ordinary warriors sworn to defend our tribe against invasion.
One taste of the Blood Queen’s fluids and we became radiant, adamantine, and lethally compulsive.
Do not dare to look in our eyes.The glamour we cast over you will make you feel like dying if you attempt to disobey.You will be happy to sacrifice your last drop of blood if that is what it takes to please me.
