“I bet you think everyone smells divine now.” I brush off his comment, not believing him.
“No, Charlie. Not everyone. Just you.” Kip’s voice is low and hoarse.
Enough talking and waiting. I’m clear headed enough to know what I’m about to do. And I don’t want Kip to wait anymore. I muster up what little courage and confidence I have. Getting up on my knees, I face Kip head on. Let’s fucking do this. How bad can it be? He’s gonna takea little bite, drink some of my blood and…ohh shit. Don’t think about it. Just do it.
Swinging my leg over, I straddle Kip’s lap. His thighs are firm beneath me, and his body feels cooler than mine. I settle down on him, placing my palms against his chest.
Kip’s breathing stutters.
“Bite me, Kip.”
Chapter Nine
Kip
First Blood
Charlie’s on my lap,his body fitting perfectly with mine. I can’t get a full breath, because all I smell is him.
“Bite me, Kip.” He whispers, leaning in.
My fangs ache, my body telling me to go for it. I look into Charlie’s eyes, silently asking for permission. He gazes back at me, and gives a tiny nod.
“It’s okay, Kip. I want you to.”
I groan, those words sending tingles over my skin, and a pleasant shudder through my body. I think I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.
Leaning in, I nuzzle my nose against the skin of his throat. My lips brush his skin, his pulse beating wildly against my mouth. My fangs itch to sink into his pale flesh. To drink his cinnamon sugar scent down. Will he taste as good as he smells?
He asked earlier if other people smell as delicious as him, and the answer is no. Not by a long shot. I only want him.
I press a soft kiss to the skin above his pulse. I’m excited, but terrified. What if I take too much? What if I hurt him?
“I can feel you hesitating. I’m nervous too, but I’d rather you take from me with my consent than accidentally attack someone.” Charlie rasps.
Who is this dude? He came into my life like a whirlwind. And I haven’t really given him any reason to trust me, but he does anyway. And I have a feeling that isn’t something he usually gives freely.
I place one more sweet kiss to his skin, and then bare my fangs. They rake across his skin softly. Bracing myself, and steadying Charlie with one hand around the other side of his neck, and the other on his hip, I take one last deep breath before placing my fangs against his pulse, and letting them sink in.
I feel Charlie stiffen and gasp against me as my fangs puncture his beautiful, soft skin. I tasted a drop of his blood from his finger earlier tonight, but that was nothing compared to this. His blood pulses in his veins and drips onto my tongue and it’s the sweetest, most heavenly thing I’ve ever tasted. It’s like lightening, lighting me up from the inside.
My mouth seals around the puncture wounds, pulling more blood down into my throat. I can feel my chest rumbling, and I realize I’m growling as I feast on Charlie. I don’t want to stop, but I know I have to, otherwise I might take too much.
Charlie trembles beneath, but his body is no longer rigid. He lets out a soft moan as I suck one last time, just needing one final taste. My tongue flicks out, licking every last drop of blood from the wound.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from Charlie’s skin. More blood wells from the punctures, and it takes everything in me not to sink back in for more.
Charlie whimpers, and that snaps me out of my blood haze.
“Are you okay, Charlie?” I ask, rubbing soothing circles with my thumb on his hip.
“Mhmmm.” His eyes are closed, but he doesn’t seem like he’s in pain. It’s almost as if he too was lost in bliss. It’s then that I notice two things at once. First, my dick is very hard, and it’s digging into the split of his ass. Second, he’s also hard.
“Here, let me heal you.” I say softly. Releasing my hand from the side of his neck, I bring it up to my mouth. Tyson told me that he would heal me by feeding me his blood. So I’m guessing that all I have to do is nick my skin with my teeth, and then let him drink from me.
Biting my palm, I let some blood pool in my hand. I can’t tell if it’s the dim lighting, but my blood looks dark, almost black.
“Here, sweetheart. Drink.” The pet name slips out without a second thought. I cup my palm around Charlie’s mouth, coaxing him to lap it up.
