‘Unless you prefer ...’
I look down again to see Florence, now on her knees, undoing my belt buckle. My eyes widen. But she gives me a sexy grin and starts unzipping my jeans, her mouth inches from my erection, which is throbbing and twitching like it’s got a mind of its own.
Before I know it, my jeans are sliding down my thighs, and I’m in my grey boxer briefs. I panic slightly, feeling like I’m losing control of this situation.Was I ever in control of it?
But she smiles up at me. ‘Relax, Dr Rhodes.’
‘I thought we were lying down?’
‘I changed my mind,’ she purrs, kissing my thigh. ‘Mmm, you’re very biteable.’
Florence nips at my flesh with her teeth, which tickles, but I don’t mind. She can do what she likes down there and seems to be doing just that as she licks up and down my inner thigh and gently squeezes my balls through my briefs.
God, that feels nice.I exhale, my anxiety easing off.
‘Cool,’ I hear her say. ‘I’ll keep going then.’
Momentarily confused about where her voice is coming from, I blink as my briefs are eased down over my swollen length. My cock quivers at being exposed to the cold air.
I tense, waiting for her tongue to warm it up. But she doesn’t. There’s a short pause in proceedings below, and insecurity shoots through me.Is it too small? Was her last boyfriend’s cock bigger? Does it look weird?
Then my boxer briefs are travelling down my thighs to join my jeans on the floor, and she starts kissing my thigh again and cupping my naked balls. I exhale in relief, feeling like I’ve passed some kind of test.
Risking a glance, I watch as Florence’s kisses move closer and closer to the tip of my wet cock, and my entire body trembles with anticipation. I run my tongue over my dry lips. So much for my rigid rule—here I am with my dick out and my good intentions around my ankles. But I’m in too deep to back out now. Besides, I’m beyond the point of caring. Iwanther to suck me off. It’s going to feel so incredibly—I jerk as a sharp, stinging pain shoots through my upper thigh.
‘Ow! What the fuck!’
‘Sorry,’ Florence murmurs, clutching my bare buttocks in both hands. She presses her lips tightly against the spot on my thigh.
Did she scratch me with one of her nails?
But it felt more likeneedles... A wave of dizziness washes over me as I feel blood being suctioned from the wound, and Florence makes a gulping noise. Oh god, Iknew it was too good to be true; of course there’s something weird about her.
‘Stop it!’ I push Florence’s head away from my thigh and hurriedly pull up my boxer briefs and jeans, my cock shrivelling like a day-old sausage.
She wipes her mouth and stands to face me.
I grab my coat off the bed. ‘I’m going.’
Florence swallows; the pupils of her eyes are so dilated that they appear black with a tiny rim of violet.
‘Please don’t leave. I’m really sorry about that,’ she says softly, taking a step towards me.
I take a step back. ‘It’s not you. It’s me. I’m just not into kink ...’Especially bloodplay!
‘Please stay, Damian. We can talk ...’
She smiles encouragingly, and I stare at her teeth—her canines are extra long and sharply pointed. Before I’ve had a chance to get a good look at them, she shuts her mouth hurriedly.
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.
Florence’s voice whispers in my mind, but her lips are still pressed together.
Things suddenly click into place: her clothes, this room, the slip-up about the Bloody Mary in 1921, the biting, bloodsucking and telepathy.
Fuck, she’s a vampire. But vampires don’t exist! Are you going to stick around and debate that with her, numbnuts?
Heart pounding, I make a lunge for the door and stumble out into the short hallway. Reaching the front entrance, I check behind me. The vampire isn’t following, thank God. Bursting out the door into the crisp night air, I sprint down The Mound like the hounds of hell are after me. A strange energy flows through my limbs, and I run full pelt with my lungs on fire, covering the mile and a half to my apartment on Leith Walk in ten minutes flat.
