Inches from my skin. My wet, naked, vulnerable skin.
Why was it making her move harder, one hand now rubbing her clit to push her closer, faster?
Wanna feed him.
He’s still Brax, in any form.
He struggled to sit up more fully, head now against her shoulder, back against the tub. His neck drooped, and his mouth locked around her nipple. Penny could feel the sharp prickle of his vampire teeth on her hard, crinkled peak, tongue brushing the most sensitive part. He dragged his head from side to side, letting the fangs scrape across her nipple, and her eyes blacked out as her pussy bit down on him, locking his cock deep inside her.
“Okay?” he asked.
Eyes closed, she ordered before she could think more. “Bite me. And be in me. And love me. And warm me up.”
“Oh, Pen...” A harsh hiss, and his hips bucked up.
But he didn’t bite.
Wait, was that rude? Does consensual biting mean you ask? Or is he afraid it’s going to hurt him? Then I’d have hurt him, which, again, would suck.“Please? If you want to? Was that too many things to do at once?”
“I’ll be the master of multitasking for you, Penny, if that’s the kind of list you give. Always and as often as you want, and never more than you want.”
Chapter Ten
Brax turned on the shower and opened the drain, making a place for errant drops of blood to flow.
“There,” he whispered, staring at her as the air shimmered around them.
He was unlucky in love. Oh, he’d never believed that until Marietta cursed him. He had a beautiful woman when he was alive—who wanted him to be more than he was, and he’d certainly turned into something else, indeed.
Then, he’d had Marietta, and a dozen cheap dalliances that were nothing but safe ways to procure food. Funny, he’d always enjoyed them so much—or rather, the demon had. With the demon sitting in expectant silence, waiting to be fed on Brax’s terms, he realized his encounters with Penny felt different—especially this one, this one taken with two clear heads, weakened though they might be. He realized with Penny that it was about the pleasure first, the food second, even when he felt as if he were starving. How had he missed how enslaved he’d been—and always to the wrong master?
Or rather, to the wrongmistress?
Penny is mine. And I’m hers—even if she doesn’t know it yet.
His tongue snaked out across her breast, and fangs dug in softly, making her arch her spine, pussy fluttering in ecstasy on his hardness.
How’ve you been on this planet for so long and never really fallen in love until tonight?
Well, it’s a season of miracles—and Hell almost froze over. Gotta be a first time for everything.
PENNY LET HIM BRINGher to his chest. She could feel his strong hand gripping her hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her head back as she rode his cock in short, shallow waves.
His lips found her pulse, and blunt teeth broke the skin on her neck in a suckling pull, no punctures, no fangs at this moment. He let the rivulets run down into his mouth while her hips spread and widened and ran down on something else.
