“You’ve lost your— Ah!”
Dahlia’s back arched when his tongue slid between those perfect pink folds, arrowing straight for her clitoris. Vampires had special tongues designed for sucking blood from small wounds. It was an anatomical quirk that worked beautifully for other things, too, like eating out stubborn women who couldn’t decide if he should live or die.
He didn’t bother looking up to see if she dropped the gun or not when she fisted a hand in his hair, holding him in place as she ground her hips into his mouth. Felix kept her legs spread wide on the couch cushions, consumed by the taste and slick heat of her.
Feathering his tongue, he applied rhythmic, sucking pulses directly to her little pearl of nerves, trying to wring out as much pleasure from her as possible. Dahlia gasped, the muscles of her thighs tensing under his hands.
“Felix—Felix.That’s not— I have a gun in my hand! You can’t do that!”
He paused, tongue swiping slowly from top to bottom to collect as much of her taste as he could. Pulling back a scant inch, he told her, “Then put the gun down, pet. Unless you’d rather not finish. If you don’t want me to make you come or have my venom in your veins in… let’s say a minute and thirty seconds, then shoot me.”
“You can’t… you can’t bite me.” The words came out disjointed, chopped up between panting breaths. “And youcannotmake me come that fast.”
The competitive bastard in him roared to life. “You’re wrong on both counts. You’re venom neutral, pet. We can bite each other as much as we please. And as for making you come… Want me to prove it to you?”
He could see the logical, cautious part of her warring with the inherent need to compete with him and prove him wrong, but Dahlia was just as bullheaded and competitive as he was. The smart part of her didn’t stand a chance.
Her eyes gleamed with challenge when she slipped one thigh over his shoulder. Pearly white fangs — perfect, dainty, and sharp — caught the light when she replied, “You know what? I do.”
He flashed a smile. “That’s my girl.”
At this rate, he was going to have to reupholster the couch.
Felix doubled his efforts, alternating between fast, sucking pulls and gentle swipes of his tongue. When she began to tense up, her thighs twitching by his ears, he pulsed his tongue as fast as he could. Dahlia bit out a curse. Her fingers dug into his hair, nearly ripping it out by the root.
Blind need burned through him. Felix tore his mouth away from her delicious cunt and plunged his fangs into the plush skin of her inner thigh.
Three years.Three years he’d dreamed of what it’d be like the day he finally got to taste her.
It was better than he imagined.
Dahlia jerked, a babbling plea escaping her as his venom released with a hot pulse in his gums. Stars popped in front of his eyes. His hips rolled in jagged thrusts, moving in time with the ejection of venom as he came in his slacks.
Felix groaned, long and loud and appreciative. He hadn’t felt that kind of relief in years. There was no other vein for him than hers. To finally be able to bite her was…exquisite.
When he had nothing left to give her, Felix smoothly extracted his fangs and began to draw from her in reverent little sips. A vampire’s stomach couldn’t hold too much blood at one time, so there wasn’t a danger of killing her, but worry for her health was an ever-present throb in the back of his mind. Careful not to take too much, he savored every drop.
Her blood was rich and sweet, with a slight bite that made his mouth water for more. He’d never tasted a blood bride before, so he couldn’t say whether her flavor was different from how it’d been when she was human, but it didn’t matter. She was the most incredible thing he’d ever tasted.
Reluctantly finishing his meal, Felix sealed her wounds with several languid licks. Pressing a kiss to the sweet little puncture marks now adorning her creamy thigh, he looked up to find her sprawled out over the back of the couch, the gun dangling from one limp hand.
Her chest heaved beneath her robe and the fingers in his hair went slack. Felix licked his lips as he rose up to grip the back of the couch by her shoulders, caging her in. He dipped his head to press a kiss to her lips — soft, satisfied, and plainly smug.
“Under a minute,” he purred.
Dahlia’s tongue darted out to lap at his mouth. The sweet tastes of her blood and cunt drifted between them, passed from him to her. When she spoke, her voice was ever-so-slightly slurred. “Do I get to keep the gun?”
SIXTEEN
Felix left her to rest— after changing his pants. Knowing he’d come without even being touched went a long way to soothing her bruised ego.
She just wished it helped with the rest.
Her mind was too full as she stepped into the shower. Not even the incredible water pressure, multiple shower heads, or sex bench could distract her from the clamor in her head.
Venom neutral. Blood bride. Bowan.
Only a few weeks prior, finally allowing herself to be bitten would’ve been earth-shattering. Now it seemed like the most normal, obvious part of the mess that her life had turned into.
