And then her mouth latches onto me and she sinks her fangs into my wrist. She pulls me onto the bed and I situate myself in the unmade sheets as she starts to drink.
With my free hand, I stroke her hair, trying to soothe her as she shakes, gulping me down.
My eyes roll in the back of my head, because fuck… this feels amazing. Similar to how it feels when Adrien drinks me, but… different.
Is this what it feels like for Adrien? When I drink him?
She curls closer to me, into my space as she drinks and I don’t stop her.
“Take what you need,” I tell her. “It’s okay. I promise.”
Adrien’s words echo in my brain. I know how they make me feel, so that’s why I say them, I think. I want Ivy to feel the comfort he makes me feel when I’m starving.
And then I feel it. The heat. The ache. The unbearable desire and thirst.
Another bloodheat episode.
No. Not now…
But it’s no use, with Ivy’s fangs in my skin and her scent hitting me, with my cock already chomping at the bit, resistance is futile. My throat tightens, dry and itchy.
She stops, looking up at me with blood stained lips and chin, her red eyes glistening like rubies left in the sun. All there is is a split second as she looks at me, at mymouth. And before I know it, her hand is on my jaw and she’s pulling me to her bloodied mouth.
Ivy kisses me ravenously. She probes her tongue in my mouth, and I can taste myself on her. The taste isn’t as bad as it should be. Whatever sweetness she adds, its too fucking good to stop.
I pull her into my lap without thinking, my hands settling on her hips. She straddles me, sliding herself over my clothed cock, and I move her hips slowly, thrusting up against her warmth. One hand absentmindedly slides beneath her skirt, and I realize she’s bare beneath me. And slick as hell.
Fuck.
She jolts from my touch, and I feel a heaviness in my chest as I realize I’m touching her bare, wet pussy.
I haven’t touched a vampiresses’ pussy inyears.Since I was a teenager. The thought is equal parts sobering, but also strangely arousing, because…
I like how it feels. Warm. Wet. And her scent… that acrid tang mixed with sweet sugar…
She moves just the slightest, the motion driving my finger higher. I can feel the edge of her hole, pulsing, clenching.
Longing to be filled.
Somewhere in my bloodheat, I know what she wants. What she needs. She grabs my wrist once more, bringing it to her mouth. She sinks her fangs in me again, crunching through the skin and thrusts herself against me, and I slide my finger inside of her without a second thought.
The bloodheat rises within me, all around me. Around us.
I lean forward and kiss her neck, dragging my fangs along the taut skin and she moans, rocking against my hand while she drinks me like I’m her favorite milkshake. My cock throbs and I can already feel my orgasm building like a crescendo.
I curl my finger inside of her, stroking her. My thumb searches for her clit. It’s been awhile since I did this, and the last time I did, I didn’t really know what I was doing. Not that I know what I’m doing know, but judging from her moans and the pace she’s fucking my wrist, I’d say I’m on the right track.
I finally find her swollen nub and flick it, and she nearly jumps off my lap. So I do it again as I slide a second finger inside her. I lick at her neck as she lets my bloodied wrist go. I feel lightheaded, but I’m not sure if it’s from blood loss or from the ecstasy of being in the midst of our bloodheat. Together.
Tangled like spiderwebs.
And then I feel it. The tightening of her pussy around my fingers. She screams, loud enough I worry anyone in the dormitory may hear her, but a part of me feels emboldened by that.
BecauseImade her do that. Me, Wesley fucking Castor, anomaly extraordinaire, made a vampiress come with just my fingers.
Pride swells through me as does my own arousal and a strange thought pervades my brain. I don’t fightit, since the voice of my bloodheat is too hard to fight when I’m so keyed up likethis.
I upend Ivy onto her back as I slide my fingers out of her. She squeals, surprised by the motion. I push her skirt up, wanting to look at her. Wanting to see the evidence of my ministrations.
