“I thought the blood magic didn’t work both ways?”
“It doesn’t. But I’m confident.”
She gave a soft snort, but her eyes betrayed her intrigue and lust. Even now, she was close, her sopping cunt pulsing around his head.
“It will only take a single stroke,” he promised, smoothing her hair back tighter and gripping it just hard enough that she arched her neck for him. “But if you haven’t come by then, you will when I bite you.”
Susie drew in a sharp breath, desire flaring in her eyes.
“From the moment you asked me to bite you, I’ve had a fantasy swirling around in my head,” he said, gently grazing her throat with his fangs. “And in my fantasy, I feed on you as I fuck you. But I don’t just drink a little. I drink more than my fill. I take…and I take. And I don’t stop until you’re delirious and on the verge of death, and in the seconds before you pass out, you come all over my cock.”
Susie was staring at him with wide eyes, her voice barely a squeak as she spoke. “And then?”
“And then…I bring you back from the brink. You drink my blood, until you feel my strength coursing through you. And as you drink, you will look me in the eye and watch me as I fill you with my seed.”
It was illegal for a vampire to share their blood with a wolf. But he was past caring.
Susie’s eyes grew glassy. “Are we going to do that now?”
He shook his head. “No. Right now, you’re simply going to take my cock and come all over it like I asked.” Without warning, he drove into her, slow, smooth, deliberate.
She was wet. So fucking wet, and her inner walls immediately constricted around him. He didn’t stop, groaning low as he invaded her deeper and deeper, watching her face as her eyes rolled back.
She gave a ragged moan, her wolf claws scrabbling at his back. By the time she’d taken his full, thick length, her orgasm had exploded, and she was moaning his name over and over.
He’d been so focused on her that he’d forgotten about himself, but as his fangs sunk into her neck and the delectable taste of her blood hit his senses, he shattered as well. The pent-up tension in his core gave way to a shuddering orgasm that had him shaking and pinning her down as he filled her with his cum.
It took every effort not to thrust into her as his seed shot out of him, one spurt after the other until it pooled inside her. He forced himself to stay still, his cock jerking and pulsing as it emptied into her, his abs clenching, his muscles primed and ready to fuck as he suppressed a roar.
He twitched when her tight walls squeezed his cock.
“Have mercy…” he groaned.
She squeezed his cock again, and again, again, drawing his orgasm out until it bordered on painful.
“Feel good?” she asked.
“Yes.” Fuck. “What am I to do with you…?”
His orgasm slowly receded, and she eventually stopped torturing him. It lasted longer than was usual, for both him and her. It took effort to keep his full weight off to avoid crushing her, and when he tried to slide out, she accidentally commanded him to stay in place.
Arken was too stunned to breathe, whilst Susie was whimpering and panting as she enjoyed the same wave of euphoria that had just wiped him from existence.
Afterwards, she remembered to release him from the command, and he slid out and rolled off, pulling her into his arms. They lay still in perfect bliss, Susie curled up against him, her back to his. They were nestled together perfectly. Her tail was tucked between her legs—it was the most comfortable position for her since her injury—and she shuffled closer so her round ass was pressed against his groin.
His arm draped over her, but he had no chance of sleeping.
He was already hardening.
She giggled and pressed against him again.
“Sleep,” he commanded.
She made a tired sound of protest and teased him for a few more minutes before she fell asleep.
Arken drifted in and out, relishing the taste of her blood on his tongue, alluring and velvety. His chest swelled with contentment as he felt the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders.
Eventually, he fell into a deep slumber.