47
EVIE
I ran down the hall to the only room I knew. I didn’t hear footsteps. I didn’t hear anything at all over the sound of my own heart beating, my shallow panting.
Still delirious with pleasure and submission, my head swam as I burst into the library.
Goosebumps covered my nude flesh at the sound of low laughter.
“Look at that pretty sight,” a voice rasped. “My cum running down my little angel’s thigh.”
I spun, but I didn’t see Kylo anywhere, even as I felt his eyes on me like a hot brand.
Hot liquid trickled out of me, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.
My heart steadied. A vampire in bloodlust would’ve ripped me to shreds already.
Kylo was merely playing with his food. Making my blood as delicious as possible by coating it with fear, arousal, and adrenaline.
“Each time you came for me, your blood grew infinitely more irresistible,” he nearly groaned, confirming my suspicions. He was hiding behind some kind of glamour.
Even if I knew it was a game, I was still terrified, disoriented, and worst of all—starved of him. As if I didn’t care what he did to me, so long as he was touching me again and holding me close.
At a sudden wind near me, my nipples hardened. A chill rolled down my spine.
“I will ask you one more time,” Kylo hissed, closer now.
I spun in circles, my chest rising and falling, my arms outstretched defensively.
“Are you sure you want me addicted to you in this way?”
I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t flinch. “Yes.”
Like a true demon, Kylo manifested from a cloud of shadow in the corner of the room. And I ran again on impulse as soon as I saw those bared fangs.
He let me get all the way back to the door before he yanked me back against his chest. I squealed.
“Shh,” he whispered. “That’s tough. Better luck next time.”
He dragged me backward, down to where the loveseat, chairs, and other furniture formed a semi-circle. The place he’d brushed my tangled wet hair with unfathomable tenderness.
I flailed futilely, and Kylo’s cock was already semi-hard against my back.
“I love when these cute little feet try to kick me,” Kylo teased. On the larger couch, he manhandled me into his lap. He brushed his lips against mine briefly.
My fear and panic spiked as his shadows bound my wrists behind my back. Likely so I could no longer attempt to hit and push away from him and escape.
His cock swelled underneath me.
A shadow slithered across my mouth.
Kylo wore that sadistic, evil grin. His eyes transformed. He slid me down on his length as he brought my neck to his lips.
“Breathe.”
That was the last thing he whispered before his fangs plunged into the side of my throat, and his hips jerked to bury his cock deeper.
The shadows let go of my wrists. I no longer had any desire to struggle.
Ripples upon ripples of strange, overpowering pleasure washed over every inch of me, radiating outward from where Kylo’s fangs latched onto my skin.
A full-body shudder moved through both of us at the same time. Kylo gripped me harder. Tingles fell over my skin, my every nerve suddenly drenched in ecstasy. I melted into Kylo’s lap like I was nothing but a pliable doll for him to use at will.
That was all I wanted to be. I was aware that he was taking my blood, that his vampiric venom was infecting me with its drug-like properties.
But all I could do was relax. I was a fly in a carnivorous plant’s trap, content to be consumed so long as this delicious, addictive pleasure coursed through my blood.
Every thrust of his cock felt like another orgasm, a release that spread out for an eternity.
I heard myself moan into the shadow gag, but it sounded foreign to my own ears.
The gag fell away.
A tongue ran along my neck, and I knew Kylo was clotting my blood with his saliva. Another useful vampiric quality.
I giggled.
Kylo studied my features, his own utterly blissful and entirely feral both at the same time. “Why are you laughing, baby?”
I looked down at where he was still inside me, exactly where I wanted him to be forever. “I don’t remember.”
Kylo rolled his eyes with a grin. “Already venom drunk, are we?”
Droplets of my blood stained his perfect, icy pink lips. I was inside of him now, too.
And something about that fulfilled a deep desire, an innate need to be just as intertwined with Kylo and his shadows as they were with me.
“One day, you’re going to be able to wear these bites proudly, everywhere you go,” he said. “So everyone can see what a perfect, good girl you are for the vampire lord of Etherdale.”
There was no room inside me for the fear and anger that ordinarily would’ve hogged all the space.
I gazed at Kylo dreamily instead. He shook his head with another grin, brushing my hair behind my shoulders. He cupped a breast, and I shuddered with pleasure. His hips continued to rock, and this time, I could hardly feel any pain from the stretch.
He lifted me slightly as he lowered his head. His tongue darted out, swirling around an erect peak. He sucked, more beautiful flutters shooting through my body. I soon felt that familiar scrape of fangs around my nipple.
Only this time, they didn’t just tease my skin.
Kylo sunk his fangs into my flesh. My blood flowed easily as he held me tight.
My mind floated, overcome with sensation. The shockwaves were ten times as intense from this bite, flooding from my breast and outward, all the way down to my clit.
Only the slightest brush of fingers between my thighs had me unraveling again, coming on his cock as he fed from me.
Kylo trembled, gripping me so tightly I knew I was bruising beneath his fingertips.
Lost in a sea of beautiful, churning euphoria, my release extended for an eternity. My hands were caught in Kylo’s black hair.
“Hair—so nice, so soft,” I murmured, my voice more blissful than I’d ever heard before.
Kylo’s chest rumbled with quiet laughter, and his tongue circle this latest bite to close the wound. He gripped my waist, his cock twitching inside me.
“One more, baby,” Kylo said softly. “For symmetry.”
He sunk down into my other breast, and I somehow slipped even deeper into the vat of pleasure consuming my every nerve. I wasn’t even sure if I was orgasming again or if the last one had never stopped.
I’d become a part of Kylo. I could feel the way my essence now lived inside of him. Like we were sharing the same blood, the same breath, the same life force.
He pulled away slowly, straightening back up as he now bounced me up and down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
One of his hands moved to clutch my cheek as he stared into my eyes.
His tongue slowly caught a stray drop of crimson on his lower lip. His lips were slightly stained with blood, but he was a very tidy, restrained monster.
I laughed again.
“I’d give anything to know the reasons for all these giggles,” Kylo said.
He stroked my hair as I murmured something unintelligible. He was gentler now as he locked me in place, continuing to impale me until I felt him shudder beneath me.
His cock twitched violently, and more warmth spilled inside me.
All the while, Kylo held my face and watched me in that careful, obsessive way he did.
His lips slowly curved. “How does it feel, little one? To know you’ve ruined all other blood for me for an eternity?”
I sighed contently, never wanting to be anywhere but Kylo’s lap ever again. “Safe.”