Page 35 of The Bleeding Hearts Club

“Theo,” I whine trying and failing to move away from the teasing touch of his fingers.

“I know, Mina. You’re doing so well.”

His tongue shoots out with a quick wipe through my, and its when I notice that little change as well. Theo’s tongue has lengthened just like his fingers, and it’s cold like his flesh.

I hiss through my teeth at the sudden change and it falls into a low moan as he does it again, harder.

My hands reach out to touch the cottony soft strands of his hair, pulling him closer to my clit, hoping and praying he understands what I want.

Eat me, Theo. I know your hungry for me.

He snarls and attacks my pussy, sucking on my clit and drinking down my arousal and the blood he coated me in.

“You taste so fucking good.”

His fingers tease my entrance before one clawed digit enters me making my hips buck against his mouth. He grins up at me.

Pulling away, his tongue darts out to run up the trail of blood from my inner thigh, and I shiver.

Theo, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m kicking you out of this room. I bought batteries last night.

He startles a laugh, raising his head to look me in the eye.

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“I can’t have that, now can I? How would I ever compete with your other monsters?”

I roll my eyes at him, pulling his hair to drag him back up to me, and he moans. We both stop. He looks at me. I look at him.

“That’s new,” he snorts and we both start laughing.

We giggle through a deep kiss as he kicks off his shorts, climbing between my thighs. The air around us is warm and filled with so much care. The moonlight shines down upon us, as if she is blessing our journey together.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” Theo asks me again.

“How would you hurt me now? You’ve already sunk your teeth into, dude,” I say skeptically.

His only response is a roll of his hips as I feel his cock for the first time.

Goddamn.

He smirks down at me from his propped position. “That’s how. So, you’ll tell me?”

I nod dumbly, speechless. Theo dips his head into my neck, nipping and sucking on the space where it connects with my shoulder. The first shallow thrust had me holding my breath.

For record sake, Theo is…proportionate. If not a little, above average. So, at eight feet tall shifted into a bat monster…I’ll let your imagination run with that.

My breath is released with a moan as he pushes further into me. It’s a full feeling, a weird mix of uncomfortable and euphoric, leaving me wanting more, needing to know the limit.

“You okay?” He voice is strained.

I nod, moaning again and he moves slowly, making my breathing grow rapid.

“It feels good. You feel so good, Theo.”

“You’re so fucking tight. God, you’re amazing. Fuck me.” He groans into my throat. “Can I bite you here?”