Still, she took her time getting everything exactly right. If he wanted to take up his time watching her fold clothes,whatever.
When he was naked and his clothes properly hung and folded, he pointed to the bondage table. “Knees and chest.”
She mounted the padded surface with practiced ease, spreading her knees wide, spine dipping low, arms straight along her body, her left cheek on the table so her neck was at the angle he preferred.
He stepped behind her, cupped her ass, and ran cold fingers between her cunt lips, pressing her clit like he was testing ripeness at a market stall.
The bite came first. He sank fangs into the side of her ribs, and the piercing pain took her breath for a handful of seconds until the anesthetic took hold. Sloppy of him, and probably intentional, but not enough for her to complain about.
Venom surged through her bloodstream, and liquid heat curled low in her belly until her nipples tightened into aching points and her clitthrobbedwith need.
His hands were firm on her hips, but their only purpose was to brace himself while holding her in place. She was a hole, a meal, a means to an end, andfuck, her body loved it. Her clit throbbed in the open air, her nipples scraped against the padded table, and the high from his venom clouded all logical thought. Sheneededto be fucked, craved the friction, the heat, the use.
When hefinallyremoved his fangs from her rib cage, his cock followed a moment later, thick and hard, thrusting all the way in until he bottomed out.
He fucked her ruthlessly hard, and she shook with the force of it, every nerve drawn tight, every breath a ragged plea.
She whimpered, her hips arching up despite herself. Venom spread through her veins like fire, all sensation blooming outward. Her cunt clenched around him, hot and hungry, and he pulled nearly all the way out and pressed in slow and cruel, dragging it out,knowingthe need he’d injected into her.
At last, her orgasm ignited and tore through her in brutal spasms that left her gasping, wrung out, her body jerking beneath him. She cried out into the padding, hips jerking as waves of heat rolled through her, and she fought to stay in place, each pulse a raw, convulsive shudder that left her aching, hollow, and gloriously used.
But he wasn’t finished yet. He’d watch the clock and come when his time was up. So she remained still while he pounded her. Arousal gone.
Her ribs ached, the connective tissues torn, so she breathed shallow, and went through the lecture she’d sat through earlier in the day, considering the new things she’d learned, making sure the information was properly sorted in her head.
Eventually, he came inside her, pulled out, stepped away, and cleaned himself with a baby wipe before dressing.
She remained in place because he hadn’t told her to move, but the second he left, she sat up, cleaned herself with baby wipes, and dressed in silence, still aching, and made her way to the shower in her room, blood drying on the side of her ribs because he hadn’t bothered to lick her clean. The holes would heal before morning, but he’d been sloppy, and the ache was bone deep. Muscles and connective tissues throbbed, and she had to take short, careful breaths to keep from feeling as if a knife was embedded where his damned fangs had been, but she did her best to ignore it.
No sense bitching and moaning about it, though. She was paid good money for her hour per day of objectification and bonus orgasms. Some days were better than others, as with all jobs. Or so she’d heard.
Also, some days barely lasted ten minutes, but she was still paid the same. Alistair always took the entire hour, though.
The acrid stench of pain, exhaustion, and terrible anguish hit her when she stepped into her room, and she found Felix sitting on the floor of the shower with deep whip marks on his back.
She stuck her head in the shower to get a good look at him, told him, “You need tochange,” and then let the frosted shower door close while she stripped back out of her clothes.
“I changed to hare and back in the SUV,” he reminded her. “If I do another two changes tonight, I’ll be wiped, and I have a massive neuropsych exam tomorrow — limbic structures, neurotransmitter cascades. I went to the concert to give myself a break from studying, but I’m going to be up another four or five hours cramming and reviewing. I can’t afford the crash that’ll happen after another twochanges.”
She got into the shower with him, helped him stand, made him face the wall and lean on it, and she looked him over. Deep bruising on his ass, ten whip marks on his back. Deep and bloody. She squatted down, pulled his ass apart, and grimaced at the shape of his asshole.
The vampire he’d drawn is as big around as a damned Pringles can, and he enjoys hurting people with his dick.
Because Emmy could safeword for pain, he only fucked her cunt with it, but it was still a lot to take.
“Okay,” she told him. “This calls for help from Fawn, since you have a big test tomorrow. Let’s get you dried off, and then go lie facedown on your bed. I’ll text Spence, and then give me three minutes to wash myself.”
Fawn could use Zander’s power to pull someone’s animal out of them and then pull the human back, so the change wouldn’t wipe him out. He’d still need to eat, but he could study while he ate.
Felix’s contract allowed for this every third time he fed someone, so basically, every six nights. The other nights he could be hurt without being injured, but if tonight was one of his rough nights … had he forgotten, when he’d decided on the hummus?
Didn’t matter now. He was in a pickle, and Emmy needed to help him.
She helped him dry off on his front side, got him onto his bed facedown, his breath shaky, and she texted Spence. “Felix needs help. Whip marks. Bloody. Can’t shift again tonight and has to study for a huge test tomorrow. Completely wiped. Any chance Fawn can help him shift?”
No sense pointing out the shape his asshole was in. Spence would know which vampire Felix was assigned.
She jumped into the shower, washed, and stepped out to dry. She could barely use her right arm without hurting her ribs, so she took a quick look at the fucking messy fang marks in the mirror. He’d ripped his fangs out of her and torn her up pretty bad. No wonder it hurt to breathe.
