“You can drain me like a leech. It won’t matter to me.”
“No, not blood,” I suggested. “Other samples.”
“Oh,pleasego on.” He smirked. “I could think of a few togive you right now.” A light clicking sound came from him. Heliterallypurred.
I shot him a warning glare. “Not like that,” I mumbled. “But I will need samples from your... other fangs.”
“Ah yes, and you gave me a generous reward for letting you observe that, if I remember correctly.” He played with the sleeve of my chemise.
“Maybe I could do it again if I trusted your commitment.” I put my pen down. “Maybe we could strike another deal.”
“You have my attention.”
“You said before that you want not just my blood but everything,” I started, turning toward him so I could gauge his reactions. “I don’t want to give you any of that without the same in return.”
That only made his cocky grin get wider. “What are you proposing?”
“Access to my body in exchange for yours,” I stated. “I can have any sample I want. Flesh, blood, and any organic matter that I request. No exceptions. That way, we don’t have to keep bartering.”
He leaned in close as I spoke. “And when do you suggest that this deal begin?”
My words caught in my throat, reluctant to manifest. “Now,” I breathed.
I searched for a reaction, but the blood that filled the whites of his eyes indicated that he was keen on accepting.
He yanked my legs out from under me, and I fell back into the assortment of fur and cushions piled beneath us.
The only thing he wore was his trousers, his lean body exposing every line of his physique in the warm glow of the flames. He was built like any apex predator should be. The sheerpower he held, but never used fully on me. I wondered sometimes how much he was holding back.
He spread my legs before him and pushed the fabric up my thighs, then over my stomach, my chest, and finally, my head. “Are you sure you want this?” His eyes flicked up to my own.
I nodded.
“No.” He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his trousers, unbuttoning and slipping them down. His thick cock was gripped in his hand as he pulled it out, smoothing over its intimidating form; he looked at me as if he was waiting for me to protest. “I want to hear you say it. Do you want me?”
“Yes.” I swallowed, not knowing where to focus.
He leaned down between my legs, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him, his tongue flattening between my thighs, and I shuddered. He lapped and sucked at me as he moved his hand along his length, seeming to savor this as long as he could.
“I thought you were going to feed.” I flinched.
“I will,” he mumbled between my legs, looking up at me. “But you said I could have it all, and that is exactly what I will be taking.”
My chest tightened at his words. He moved up to kiss along my abdomen, between my breasts, then to my neck, sucking at my skin before moving his mouth to mine. His hands touched everywhere he could, leaving nothing unexplored like he’d promised so many times before.
I put my hands on his torso, feeling the warmth emanating from his body, then another kind of warmth between my legs.
He slipped a single finger inside of me, gently pushing in and testing the waters.
The kiss was so tender, so careful that I could only return it with the same softness. Playfully nipping at his lip, I ran mytongue along his. I let it tease the roof of his mouth every now and then, running it over the hidden fangs there. I was already slick between my legs from his avid touch.
He groaned as he added a second finger, curling it inside me and making my back arch against him. Slowly, he moved them before building up his pace and intensity. He looked at me through lowered eyes as he deepened our kiss, using his other hand to stroke himself.
Slowly, he prompted a third finger, spreading them gently to ensure I could handle something a little thicker. I flinched at the addition but wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close. When he removed his fingers suddenly, I could not help a disappointed whine.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He kissed my shoulder. “Unless you want me to break you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I whispered, though I was almost hoping for him to try.
