Kaj let his gaze slide over Acadia’s beautiful face. She was a small female and her delicate features gave her an almost frail appearance. Of course, that was merely a visage. She was no frailer than he, and perhaps that was what attracted him the most. There was no denying her physical beauty captivated him. He’d never seen anyone more lovely. Her dark hair, her alabaster skin, and those lustrous amethyst eyes were quite the combination.
Not that he’d kept his perusal at neck level. Oh, no. The highly sexual beast within him was constantly admiring all the curves revealed by those formfitting gowns she preferred. Today’s preference had a bodice that cinched in her tiny waist and offered a delightful view of the swells of her breasts. The silk was purple and made her eyes darken, glittering in the simple light from the fire.
“Is something wrong?”
Kaj narrowed his focus to her face, realized she had caught him staring. “Just enjoying the view.”
The soft pink that infused her cheeks warmed him. Most of the females he spent time with weren’t quite so … what was the word? Feminine? Innocent? Yes, perhaps that was it.
“Is there anything I may get you?” she offered.
He shook his head, not looking away. In this moment, he had everything he could’ve ever wanted. Just being in her company was more than enough for him.
“Since you’re choosing not to eat, perhaps you should feed,” Acadia suggested.
Though he wanted to deny the offer, he knew he couldn’t. If he wished to regain his strength, it was a necessity. More so than the calories he’d yet to ingest.
Kaj nodded, watched as Acadia set her book on the bedside table before getting to her feet. His eyes tracked her as she stepped to the bed, then as she took the tray from his lap, setting it back on the bedside table. He stared unabashedly as she slid the silk sleeve back from her wrist, settled herself on the edge of the mattress. What he wanted to do was pull her over him, sink his fangs into her neck, hold her against him, feel the warmth of her skin against his own.
It wasn’t happening, he knew, but it was a fantasy he’d come to enjoy.
“Kaj?”
His eyes focused on her face once more. “Hmm?”
“My wrist.”
Right. Her wrist.
He hesitated before touching her, knowing the pleasure he would find simply by brushing his fingers on her skin. He’d learned to brace himself for impact, and he prayed she didn’t realize just touching her brought his cock to a fully rigid state. Warmth infused him as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, the other at her elbow, bringing her to his lips. Her sweet scent intoxicated him, more so than even her blood.
No sooner had he scored her vein than his body came alive. He held her delicate arm to his mouth, swept his thumb over her baby-soft skin as he drank from her. Kaj liked that she watched him, even if he wished she didn’t have to witness his body’s reaction to her. Despite his pain, his cock hardened beneath the blankets, the light press of the sheets against the sensitive head not nearly enough friction. More of a nuisance, really, a stimulant he didn’t need but couldn’t ignore.
Kaj groaned but didn’t release her vein as he drew her life source into his body, prayed for the strength necessary to ignore the effects she unknowingly had on him.
When his hips began to gyrate, her eyes shifted lower. Those amethyst orbs cut back to his face, widening as realization dawned. He tightened his grip on her arm, refusing to let go, because if he did, he was going to bring himself to orgasm, and that was not appropriate considering the circumstances.
“Don’t stop,” she urged softly, her eyes locked on his face.
Kaj wasn’t sure whether she was referring to him feeding or his hips thrusting beneath the blankets. He had to believe it was the former, because there was no way this beautiful creature was suggesting he take care of himself in that manner.
When her breaths became heavier, the rapid rise of her chest drew his gaze downward. It was then he noticed her nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric of the silk covering her. She was affected by him as well, and he wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge.
Acadia shifted closer, her wrist pressing more firmly to his mouth as her attention darted toward the lower half of him.
Kaj didn’t mean to do it, but he released her arm, sliding his hand beneath the blankets. He told himself it was to hide the rigid erection tenting the sheet, but he knew better. The dull throb in his cock was more than he could bear. When his hand brushed the hypersensitive head, he groaned, sealing his lips more firmly to her wrist.
“It’s okay,” she urged. “Keep going.”
Again, he wasn’t sure which she was referring to, but it no longer mattered. He fisted his cock as he fed from her vein. He stroked his erection roughly, attempting to ease the beast. In the end, it was the fact she was watching, her eyes locked on the movement of his hand beneath the sheet. As he began to pant, he freed his fangs from her but didn’t release her arm. He sealed the punctures with his tongue, then pressed his lips to her skin as he drove himself toward release, stroking himself to completion.
The orgasm came upon him with an intensity he didn’t expect. His back bowed and fire blazed through him, partially from the heat she generated within him but more so from the wounds he had yet to recover from. The combination of pleasure and pain was what triggered his release. His hips punched upward, driving his cock into his fist once, twice…
“Fuck…”
Kaj was breathing heavily as he fought the darkness that threatened to take him under, the pain more intense than he expected.
“It’s okay.” Her fingers swept over his forehead, brushing his hair back. “Sleep now.”
