Page 92 of Blood of the Fairest

Swiftly, I rip off the rest of my bandage.

Each morning, I break the scab of this shallow wound to add blood to Verena's drink. At night, I use the small cut I made in my other arm. The dull pain has become familiar as I bury my fingers in my skin until fresh red wells to the surface.

Immediately, Verena goes very still. Her eyes remain shut, her voice a soft rasp.

"Wulf?"

"You are safe," I whisper, stroking wet hair from her face before I lift my arm to her mouth. "Drink."

When my blood smears against her soft lips, she inhales sharply, mouth parting. Before my very eyes, I see two of her teeth lengthen slightly, sharpening as if by magic before they sink in near my injury.

Just as before, pleasure shoots through my veins at once.

It is a drug that turns my knees weak, so I must brace my other arm on the bed beside her head. Now I am nearly on top of her, my cock straining in its confines as I watch the thirst overtake her.

"Finally," Eris sighs in relief.

My blood drips from Verena's chin now, mingling with hers as her scent strengthens in the air once more. A humming sensation fills my body. Her eyes are shut, her hair a dark, red tangle.

When she moans, biting me harder to drink deeper, I silently plead with the matron goddess for control.

For a long moment, she feeds eagerly as I bask in blissful lust. The world blurs in nearly the same way it does when my curse transforms me, only I remain a man. My body is unbearably hot with desire, ruled by a need I can no longer bear.

I realize my free hand has fisted the damp hair at the back of Verena's head as she feeds from my arm. I cannot resist brushing my cheek against the side of her face.

As she arches against me, the sheets slip off her body. The sensual drag of her pointed nipples against my bare chest makes my cock begin to leak with desire in my trousers.

Take as much as you wish. Use me.

I stop myself from uttering those words, wary that I might somehow frighten her once more.

Finally, Verena's sharp teeth release me. Yet instead of pulling away, this siren's tongue drags over the fresh bite mark left behind, savoring the remaining traces.

"Holy shit," she whispers, her voice lulling as if she just drank too much ale. Her teeth have already returned to normal. "I bet the witchfolk could use your minty blackberry goodness to brew love potions."

"Minty blackberry…?"

My question dies off as her small, soft hands skim up my sides. She is so dazed that I am not certain she knows the ways she is touching me and driving me mad.

"I've never been this horny before," she groans. "Coincidentally, I'm pretty damn sure you would fuck like a beast."

She lifts her head so her lips can press softly against my throat.

"Aye. That I would," I say raggedly.

"You smell so good. Fuck, I just want to ride your cock like it's a damn mechanical bull."

Whatever that is, the answer is yes.

"I am yours to ride however you wish," I manage, daring to press my hard hunger slowly between her legs.

Verena gasps at the friction. The sweet sound is my undoing, and my lips are upon hers at once.

Though our combined blood is smeared on her chin, all I can notice is how soft her lips are as they part for me. How her arms twine around my neck as I ravage her needy mouth with mine, our tongues teasing and our hands exploring.

I ache to hear her moan as I fill her. Our difference in size means I must not be too rough, no matter how I desire the reward of her moans as I slake our joint desperation.

When her legs wrap around me, I grind my hardness between them again, and we both groan. Now we are both feverish everywhere our skin touches.