Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Her eyes are closed, like she’s tired and spent. But then she moans out the words, “More.”
I stand up, push her up the bed until she almost hits the headboard, and crawl up her body. The blood craving has subsided now, but a new one takes its place. The urge to be inside her. This new hunger causes a vibration inside me.
I spread her knees open wide, then ease up between them, my cock so hard and engorged, I have to restrain myself when I slip inside her wet pussy.
She feels so good, but it can get better.
And it’s like she’s reading my mind because Syrsee turns her head to the side and offers her neck to me. But even if she wasn’t offering, there would be no way in hell that I would not drink her right now. I would take it—her—I would take her blood any way I could get it.
It’s a sick thought, but it’s easy to push away because when I sink my teeth into her flesh, I’m not taking it. I’m giving her what she wants. As soon as I take the first pull of blood, her legs wrap around my hips and her hand is between my legs, sliding up under my balls so she can fondle them in her palm.
When I thrust forward, she throws her head back, moaning. And in this same moment I drink again.
I drink her, and I fuck her, and she comes all over me.
8 - Syrsee
I’ve had them both now.
We fucked and he drank and now Ryet is tired. But I’m having trouble sleeping. And I want company. So I design a conversation to keep him awake. “Do you think I’m enchanted?”
“Hmm?”
I can tell his eyes are closed even though I can’t see them. He’s got his arms around me, all pulled into his chest, and all he wants right now is to sleep.
I feel his weariness. But for some reason, I’m amped up. “Did you enchant me?”
He leans into my neck, chuckling as he kisses it. I feel the sharp teeth graze lightly across my skin and for a moment, I hold my breath, wondering if he will drink again.
Part of me wants him too. It feels… good. I hate to admit that, even if it’s just to myself, but it does. I like it. It makes me want him. Sexually. Which is… hot. But also… cringy. Because I am enchanted. I must be. That’s the only possible explanation for how he makes me feel.
“You’re the one with the magic, Syrsee.” His words are mumbled and soft. Like he’s already half asleep.
“So I enchanted myself?”
His arms loosen and then he’s turning me to face him. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself. Sorry to wake you. I’m just…”
“Worried?”
“No.”
He stares at me for a moment. And there is a weird glow in his eyes. The red, which I have seen before, but which has been hiding recently. “Unsettled?”
“No.”
Now he closes those eyes again, smiling in the soft light that filters in from the living room through the open door. “I enchanted you.”
“You did, right?”
He nods. Eyes still closed. “Sure.” And then he really does fall asleep.
But now I’m trying to pin down why my mind can’t slow down.
Maybe I need a drink of blood.
It’s a throwaway thought. A joke. But once I think it, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I do need a drink of blood. Not mine, of course. His.
And then my thoughts are drifting back to that night in the tower bedroom at Paul’s estate. And how I drank Paul. And how it felt. And how he’s not even the man I love.
“Ryet?”
“Hmm?” His answer is far less audible than my question.
“Can I taste you?”
I feel him go stiff, then his eyes are open again. “What?” And this one word is not in any way whispered or sleepy.
“Never mind—”
“No. Do you… are you… asking me to give you my blood?”
I really don’t want to say yes. But it is what I’m asking.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just brings the palm of his hand up to his lips, punctures the fleshy skin below his thumb, and then presses it against my lips.
It’s just a trickle. Just a taste. That’s what I tell myself when I slide my tongue over the hot liquid. The sharp taste of iron, the bitterness of copper, and… something else. The sweetness of the purple.
And then I’m inside it. The lavender mist is all around me and I’m in the forest. Paul is sitting on the fallen tree trunk. But the snow is gone now. It’s spring here, I think.
“Well.” He looks kind of pleased with himself. “You came back. I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon. You’re such a delightful surprise, Syrsee. Now come, sit. Tell me everything.”
He pats the tree trunk, beckoning me.