“Hurry,” he said, “we only have a minute.”
“Can I see my present, Santa?” I said, with mischief in my voice. I undid his pants, released the D, and dipped my head to his lap. For other women, a blow job might be a chore, but for a vampire, it’s something else entirely. Lined with veins, throbbing with blood. This was nothing but a little something to whet my appetite.
He swallowed a laugh and gently tried to pull me up. “No, let me,” I said, running my tongue up the veins. “Please.”
The skin was so thin and the blood so close to the surface. Before I’d finished tasting, Tyrone pulled me up. “We gotta be quick, baby.”
Aye aye, captain.
He made a move to stand, probably to bend me over the table, which would have been the most hygienic position, but I’d have nothing to sink my fangs into.
“Let me climb on Santa’s lap.” How many women had used that lineon him before?
He groaned with pleasure as I sank slowly onto his shaft. When he dropped his head back and shut his eyes, I licked and then sucked his corded neck. My pleasure and thirst were all that I could see now. Everything else had faded to black.
“Can I take a bite?”
“Mmmhmm.”
I sank my teeth into his neck, and Tyrone groaned in ecstasy. All my senses filled with pleasure at once, everything I needed, and wanted.
For Christmas, I wanted Santa.
It wasn’t just pleasure; it was control and power. This strong, sexy man was between my thighs, his life in my hands, and I liked it.
I was myself, in my element, riding Tyrone, my pleasure escalating as I quenched a thirst that I hadn’t satisfied since I’d been in this state.
After living off of coconut water and No Fear Bloodshot, Tyrone’s blood was giving me life. Tyrone moving inside of me while I swallowed his blood in gulps. I couldn’t feel anything but pleasure, my failures and worries fading. Face to the wind, and flying high off of a proper diet, I was alive.
“I want you, Tyrone. I want to be together,” I said between gulps, blood running down my chin, my body throbbing around him with pleasure. I didn’t ever want to be alone again.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and a sweet voice said, “Hey, guys, you ready for me?”
I shut my eyes and groaned in quiet despair.
Tyrone cleared his throat. “Um, just a minute.” He mouthed, “Get your clothes on.”
“What are you guys…?” Jessica started to make a joke about us screwing in the exam room, but when she was met with dead silence, she exhaled. “Are you two serious?”
“One second!” I called. All the pleasure and anticipation of a moment ago evaporated in a split second. We scrambled to pull our clothes backon, and then I opened the door and smiled. With my haze of bloodlust gone, the exam room looked a lot more like a regular exam room, sterile and very unsexy.
“I’ll be back in one minute. For fuck’s sake, please fix your clothes by then.”
“Transformers, assemble,” I said in a goofy voice.
“What? Transformers?” My dumb reference officially broke the mood of panic, and Tyrone said, “You’re using that reference wrong.”
“Really?” I had been more focused on Chris Hemsworth than the plot. I laughed. “I can’t believe we did that!”
He laughed. “It wasyouridea.”
As promised, Jessica walked back into the room a moment later. She looked at us like we were naughty children. “I swear to God,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
“It’s fine. But what’s that on your chin?” she asked, looking concerned. “Did you cut yourself?”
I wiped a trickle of blood away with my sleeve.
