I had lost control completely.
I abandoned everything I valued about myself and dived headfirst into all things Harley.
And then my natural instincts kicked in and I bit her.
Once I was in my room, I pressed my back against the door feeling real fear for her life. Her flavor warmed my mouth, the taste so pure and delicious that I had the urge to go back to the living room and rip her beautiful throat out with one bite.
Covering my face with my palms, the scent of her arousal on my fingers sent another wave of longing over me.
Her blood.
Her arousal.
I wanted to feast on all of it at the same time.
I couldn’t deny it any longer.
I wanted Harley and I wasn’t going to fight myself anymore.
The walls were closing in on me and I needed to get out. Leaving the room, I started through the kitchen hoping that I was moving fast enough to miss her completely. Unfortunately for me, she was standing in front of the kitchen table in the center of the room.
“Don’t leave,” she said, stopping me as I pulled on the doorknob.
I paused.
“I need to say something,” she muttered, moving closer to me and testing every bit of my control.
“Stay back, Harley, I don’t trust myself with you.”
My voice was filled with anguish with a tiny mix of desire and need blended in.
One thing was for sure, before I turned her over to Rhys or before I accidentally killed her, I wanted to feel her.
Deep.
Hard.
Perfect.
I would feel her from the inside.
The little bit of petting we had done on the couch was better than all the sex with all the vamp tramps I could pay.
She moved closer even though I told her to stay back, showing me how much she trusted me with her life. I only hoped I didn’t break that trust.
“You bit me, James.”
Her words worked themselves across the room and smacked me in the face.
Just like that everything stopped.
She wasn’t going to ignore it.
She was acknowledging it.
I had been under the assumption that if I didn’t mention it, then neither would she. I was embarrassed by my loss of control with her. I felt like a joke of a man since my raw vampire instincts were able to get the best of me. It was as if I had thought I was too strong to lose control and I had been proven wrong.
My mouth felt dry, and the burn of hunger in the back of my throat didn’t seem to be helping much.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said as I looked down.
“Don’t be. I liked it.”
I jerked my head up to look at her as if I had heard her incorrectly.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
Her cheeks burned and she looked away.
She couldn’t look me in the eye.
“I said I liked it,” she repeated.
I was definitely going to explode in my pants if she kept talking like that.
Her saying things of that nature to me was the most innocently erotic thing I had ever heard in all my years of life.
“Is that so?” I swallowed my desire and stepped away from the door, moving closer to her.
I could hear her heartbeat loudly as it banged and echoed throughout the room around me.
“Yes. Did you like it? I mean… did I taste good?” she asked hesitantly.
Did she taste good?
She’d been an explosion of many flavors in my mouth.
Innocence.
Determination.
Strength.
Survival.
Everything inside of her had coated my tongue and left me craving more. She was a unique flavor completely made up of all things Harley.
“You tasted amazing.”
Venom had already begun to drip from my fangs with just the thought of how delicious she had tasted. It was just a tiny taste, but it was like nothing I had ever eaten.
“Would you like to taste me again?”
She was playing with fire.
If she continued to push me I was either going to fuck her to death or suck her dry.
Maybe I would do both at the same time.
My cock was throbbing with a heartbeat I no longer had and my hunger burned so badly I wanted to cry like an inexperienced boy.
There was nothing I could do about it. I craved Harley in more ways than one and I couldn’t take it anymore. A man could only handle so much before he snapped, and I was snapping.
“I want to taste all of you.”
She stepped back, sliding back onto the kitchen table in front of me and then she shocked me when she spread her legs settling her feet on the edge of the table.
She was breathing heavy and when she spread her legs the smell of her arousal reached me, sending me tumbling over the edge.
Stepping forward until I was standing between her legs, I bent down and breathed her in. My eyes rolled back in my head as her stimulating aroma filled me.
She smelled amazing.
I stood quickly and pulled her against my hardness. Leaning over her, I grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her closer to me so I could kiss her. She melted against me and grabbed my ass pulling me against her like a seasoned woman who had done it all before.
Harley was an innocent.
I could smell it in her blood.
The virginity.
The sweet innocence of her.
I left her lips and licked the side of her neck. I could taste her blood through her skin. Pale blue lines of vein taunted me from her shoulder.
I had to take things slow.
If I didn’t I would fuck up and kill her.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, making sure she was positive she knew was she was doing.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Taste me, please.”
Instead of using my teeth, I reached up and used my nail to puncture the side of her neck.
She gasped and pressed her hips against me harder. She was enjoying what I was doing to her and that intensified my need.
I tiny droplet of blood escaped her neck and I leaned down and licked it. The sweet metallic flavor of her blood filled my mouth as I sucked a little on the tiny wound.
“You taste amazing, Harley,” I said as I sealed her wound with my venom.
“You feel amazing,” she breathed into my ear.
When I pulled back, I reached down and peeled her tank top off. I stared down at her pink flesh. Her rosy nipples stood at attention and begged to be kissed and I wanted to give them what they wanted, but everything about her was so pretty and warm.
I couldn’t look away.
“You’re beautiful.”
She glowed under my compliment and a smile spread across her lips.
“So are you.”
No.
I was a monster.
But I wasn’t going to let that stop me when it came to Harley.
Not anymore.
I let my thumbs glide over her nipples and she gasped at the pleasure, letting her head fall back on the table.
Bending over, I took a nipple between my lips and teased the tip with my tongue making her growl.
She leaned up and pulled my face away from her breast and kissed me again.
I worked my mouth down her chin and neck until I was kissing the soft skin above her breasts. Placing her palms on the table behind her, she gave me free reign to taste her as I pleased. I could hardly believe how easily she trusted a murderer, but her giving—her trusting me so easily—it made me more aware of how badly I didn’t want to break her trust.
She sucked in a breath as I punctured the skin on her cleavage with my nail. A dribble of blood seeped out and I growled in appreciation. Using a flat tongue, I licked the drop of blood from her body before sucking a hard nipple into my mouth again. I could feel my strength returning with just the little tastes of blood I was getting, but somehow, giving her pleasure was more important than the burn of hunger
Again, I used my venom on her wound and it healed right away.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but my desires were getting the best of me. It was like nothing I had ever felt. Making love to a woman and sating my hunger for her at the same time.
It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Perfection.
She was delicious by all accounts and I knew that I had to have all of her.
I needed more.
“I want to taste you. All of you.”
She nodded, her mouth open as she breathed deep and hard.
“Then do it. I want your mouth all over me.”
She sounded desperate with want and desire, and luckily for her, I knew exactly what she needed.
There would be no more holding back.
I was going to give her all the pleasure she could stand, and then I was going to take.
Pulling the cotton shorts from her body, I sat on a kitchen chair and pulled her ass to the edge of the table. Breathing in her scent, I felt feral yet tamed.
I wanted her so badly in so many ways.
Pleasure and pain all wrapped into one.
It had been years since I had feasted at a kitchen table, but I was about to do just that with Harley.
I leaned down and sucked her hard clit into my mouth. It was hot and pulsed with her heartbeat against my lips. I could practically taste the heavy blood that had rushed to her womanhood through the thin layer of slick skin.
She cried out in pleasure and I decided at that moment that a woman’s cries of pleasure were so much better than their cries of pain.
I couldn’t help myself. I released her clit and sank my tongue into her. Her hips lifted from the desk and she moaned in pleasure. She was so responsive—so ready and trusting of me. It was like a drug and I was higher than I’d ever been.
Slowly, I let my fangs puncture her and she gasped. I thought for a second that I’d gone too far, but then I felt her hands in my hair pressing me closer and I knew I could continue.
Rich heady blood filled my mouth as I pleasured her with my tongue. She hissed in pain before releasing soft sighs of heaven.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
Her fingers dug deeper into my hair, pulling and pressing my face deeper into her.
She was fucking amazing.
I’d never known a human like her.
She was innocent, so her responses were real.
She knew what she wanted, what felt good and she was going to get it from me any way she could.
I could tell by her smell and the loud beating of her heart that she was close to an orgasm. I could hardly wait for it. I continued to slowly drink from her and pleasure her at the same time.
Her hips lifted from the table and she cried out loudly, her body quaking with an orgasm.
I opened my mouth, licking her orgasm mixed with blood, and it coated my tongue with a sweet tangy flavor that exploded against my taste buds. I sucked it all up, holding her hips to the table as she bucked for freedom. Her legs began to shake as I continue to lick up her fluids, tasting them as if they were better than any blood I had ever tasted.
When she stilled I healed her wounds before standing.
She clawed at my belt and I helped her, and once my cock sprang free she reached for it. Her hot hands circled me and shards of white-hot pleasure cut through my insides. My arms and legs tensed against the consumption and vampire James went away leaving only the man I used to be in his place.
She sat up, kissing me and pressing her wetness against me. I didn’t waste any time as I pressed myself into her opening and quickly filled her. She gasped at the first initial entering, but after a few quick thrusts, she was begging me for more.
“Yes. Don’t stop, James. You feel so good inside of me,” she cried out.
I moved with the speed of a normal human, careful not to move too fast and hurt her.
Her brown eyes glazed over as she looked up at me. The pleasured expressions on her face made her even more beautiful.
She tightened around me, letting me know she was close to another release and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer after her.
“Bite me, James. Please bite me,” she begged.
Leaning over, I bit into her neck and slowly sucked on her. Just like that, she exploded around me. Her loud cries filled my ear and the room around us as her body poured wet heat all over my cold stiffness.
Seconds later, I released her neck and threw my head back as I filled her with all that I was. I made noises I hadn’t made in many years as the pleasure coursed through my body and made me come to life for a few brief seconds.
I stayed seated deep inside her as I came back to the room around us. I was a soulless demon, but for those brief seconds, I had seen heaven.
Harley breathed hard in attempts to catch her breath.
“That was amazing,” she said once she finally caught her breath.
The magnitude of what I was doing started to settle in and I wasn’t sure if what I had done was wrong or right. All I knew was I felt like a new man and Harley was starting to look a little pale.
“We need to get some food in you,” I said as I pulled out and adjusted myself.
A tiny hint of pink blood coated the head of my cock from taking her virginity. Reaching down, I wiped it with my thumb and sucked it off. The salty taste of orgasm mixed with the metallic taste of blood turned me on again. One of the hardest things about being a vampire, other than the lack of food, was the insatiable lust that haunted me.
“I don’t need food. I feel fine,” she said sleepily as sat up and took her shorts from my hand when I offered them.
Once she was dressed, she pushed up on her feet and kissed me sweetly on the cheek before she left me in the kitchen to use the bathroom.
The second I was alone everything came crashing down over me and several things slammed into me all at once.
One: I no longer felt like I was starving.
I hadn’t filled myself on Harley, but I had gotten a nice little appetizer from her. I probably should have still been burning with hunger, but I felt more satisfied than I had in many years.
And two: I had gone and done the worst thing possible.
I had gone and fallen in love with a human. The one human, in fact, that could mean the difference between life and death for me and the rest of my entire race.
Then suddenly, as if God himself was punishing me yet again, my cell began to ring in my pocket. Pulling it out, my eyes landed on Rhys’ name as it danced across the screen.
It was time.
He was calling to let me know I needed to bring her in.
There was only one tiny problem there. I had no intentions of doing that anymore.
I pressed the decline button, quieting my cell before I stuffed back in my pocket.
I didn’t want to leave everything I had behind, but I wasn’t willing to give Harley up anymore. And the truth was, we could do this.
There was a garden planted out back for her and a well for water.
We had clothing and everything we needed to survive.
I would run out of Hematonin at some point, but it wasn’t like it was working for me anymore anyhow. I wouldn’t last forever, but a few weeks with Harley was better than a lifetime without her.
I could spend my final weeks with her making sure she had everything she needed to survive once I was gone.
It was possible, and it was what I wanted.
So when my cell began to ring yet again, I didn’t hesitate to decline the call. Once the call was declined, I silenced my cell and shoved it back in my pocket.
Harley wasn’t going anywhere.
She was mine.
I had claimed her not five minutes before on the kitchen table and over my dead body would anyone take her away from me.