Shewas intoxicating.
Alarm clanged in Alobaz’s mind.In a fight, the seasoned warriorneverignored his own cautions, that subtle guidance that had proven to be the difference between continued life and a brutal death.
But the enchantress held him captivated, as if he were the true prisoner here.Against his wishes, his feet succeeded in taking a step closer.Then another.
“Your blood…” she said on a husky exhale.“It’s…” She dragged her teeth along her lower lip, sucking on it.“It’s … fucking delicious.”
She stood, reached for him.
Get away from her, his thoughts screamed.Move, you idiotic bastard, move!
He didn’t.He held perfectly still, needing to see what she would do.
She dragged the tip of a finger gently along the cut in his lip.Came away with his blood.She stared at it for several beats, during which he couldn’t decide if she was trying to resist his blood or as entranced as he was.
When she sucked her finger into her mouth, closed her eyes, and moaned—long and salacious—his cock twitched, straining against his pants.Obviously his dick didn’t care that indulging in her might bring about his demise—shit, there were nomights about it.It was likely.
“By the Ethers and all the Fuerin,” she groaned.“Your blood is…” Her eyes snapped open, locked on his.“The best I’ve ever tasted.”
His breath hitched, then tumbled out raggedly.
She licked her lips again.Reached that now wet fingertip toward him.When it alighted on his battered lip, he sucked it into his mouth.
He hadn’t planned on it.Hadn’t given it any thought.But once it was in his mouth, he sucked hard.
She threw her head back on another moan, this one so lascivious he thought his dick would find a way to burst free of his pants all on its own.
He sucked on her finger again.This time, they both moaned.
She pulled her finger from his mouth and dragged it anew across the cut in his lip.It was bleeding less now, and she dug her nail into the slice to emerge bloody.
Her face two feet from his, her eyes gobbling his up, she licked his blood from her finger, took her sweet time with it, loosing little moans of pleasure.
Then she shoved her finger all the way inside her mouth.It had to be hitting the back of her throat.As if it were his dick, she sucked on it hard and loud.From the surge in her arousal, the sweetness that permeated the air, he was certain she was picturing the same.
“You bit me,” he said.His accusation lacked its earlier ire—the appropriate rage.
She sucked her finger some more, than drew it from her mouth to lick its tip in a slow, languid circle.“I did.I don’t regret it.Do you?”
Of course I do, that was the only logical answer.But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“I won’t feed from you,” she said, her voice still that rough, husky roll that made his groin pulse with need.
He could have pointed out that she already was feeding from him, even if a little amount.But he didn’t.He didn’t want to do anything to disrupt this bizarre moment they were sharing.
The alarm bells kept ringing inside his mind.Each time he pushed them farther from his awareness.
“I can’t feed from you,” she added softly, as if she were convincing herself instead of him.“I won’t.Not ever.Your blood is off limits.”
That was a fantastic reminder thatshewas off limits to him.
Again, she swiped her finger across his lip, digging into the tear.Even with the fresh stab of pain, his cock throbbed as he anticipated that she’d lick her finger clean.
His breath audibly caught when she didn’t bring her hand to her mouth but rather leaned back onto the bed, hiking up her skirts so he could make out the crease of her thighs but no more.
Then.
Fuck me.
