Scorned by Venom (Argentium Vampire Hunters Trilogy #2)

22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Winnie

Afire burned inside of me as I paced the creaky wooden floors of my cabin. I wasn’t mad at Shayla or Lyric. I was angry with myself. If I had told my girlfriend the truth, I could be out there enjoying everyone’s company—enjoying her company. Then Shayla had to stick her nose in our damn business and make things worse.

Seriously, though. What the fuck do witches know? Not shit, that’s what. Okay, maybe they know more than me, but that doesn’t mean they should go around telling people.

A tap on my door halted my furious thoughts, and I stopped next to my desk, using my senses to see who it was. “Come in, Marcus.”

The door squeaked open and he stepped inside, the look on his face telling me it was lecture time. “It still creeps me out that you can smell me.”

“I can smell everyone.” I slammed my ass into my computer chair, leaned back, and crossed my hands behind my head. “What’s up, bro?”

“I was letting you know the witches left.”

“Good,” I spat, and Marcus narrowed his eyes.

“What’s going on with you and Lyric?”

I snickered, then let out a hard breath. “Nothing.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Doesn’t sound like it’s nothing.”

“She’s pissed at me because I lied to her about the mission!” A hundred emotions went through me at once and I flung myself from my seat. I began pacing again, my hands flying wildly as I spoke. “But you know I didn’t have a choice, Marcus. We have to do whatever we can to find Luka and Strike. We have enough to worry about with my friends being tortured and everything else going on, and now I have to worry about someone else being happy? Well, what if I don’t want to? What if I was fine only worrying about myself? This is why I didn’t want a real relationship. Because of shit like this. Then Shayla had to stick her nose in and put more doubts in Lyric’s head, and that’s gonna make it worse. Just because she can see the future doesn’t mean she should go blabbing it! That witch needs to stay out of my business. I fucked up my relationship and I will be the one to fix it, if I decide that’s what I want!”

As I stopped pacing and glanced at Marcus, he appeared as if he had witnessed a toddler having a meltdown. “Feel better yet?”

“Not really, but it’s whatever.” With a huff, I retook my seat at the computer desk. “I’m just a traveler with a lifetime pass on the hot mess express.”

Marcus crossed his arms and leaned back in a relaxing stance, wearing what I liked to call his “dad” face. “When was the last time you fed?”

My thoughts flew in multiple directions. “Shit. I don’t know. Over a week ago, I think.”

“Maybe you should eat.”

“I doubt Lyric wants me feeding from her right now. I’d have to drink one of the blood bags.”

“Then go get one from the fridge.” Marcus uncrossed his arms and headed toward the door.

“Wait. You’re not going to give me any words of encouragement?”

He glanced over his shoulder, his deep brown eyes locking on mine. “There are times we have to lie to protect the ones we love. It doesn’t mean the lies didn’t hurt them in the process. Give her a sincere apology.”

“That’s it? That’s your deep Marcus wisdom?”

“Sometimes it’s the simple things that make the most sense.”

I scowled. “What the fuck does that even mean, bro?”

“Get your ass off the hot mess express and figure it out.” Marcus smiled his pearly white teeth like he had all the answers in the world but wouldn’t give them up for free, then left the cabin.

I stared at the door for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. Marcus was right about one thing. I needed blood.

A part of me wanted to ask Lyric if I could feed off her. Knowing if I did it would lead to sex, my mind spun with images of her beautiful naked body. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least mention it.

The music was louder than normal as I headed out the door and toward the people gathered around the fire. Most of them were sitting on logs or in lawn chairs, but Kimber, Vivi, and Nellie were dancing.

“I see a nosh pit forming,” I said, approaching Heston and Demetrious.

Demi scrubbed his hand across his short red beard. “Nosh? Like food?”

“Yeah.” I pointed to the people swaying to the music. “It’s what I call dancing humans. Like a mosh pit but tastier.”

Heston laughed. “Nosh pit. Now that’s fucking funny.”

I took a seat by him and leaned my elbows onto my knees. “What’s been up with you guys? Enjoying the night?”

“Aye. And enjoying a drink under the full moon,” Demi said, his Irish accent thicker than normal. He held up his glass, never looking away from the dancing people. “These ladies are gonna be knackered from throwing shapes all night.”

I stared blankly. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Heston scoffed. “He means they’ll be tired from dancing. But I’m not going to complain. I’m enjoying the view from here.”

The music turned to “After Dark,” by Tito and Tarantula, and an image of Salma Hayek dancing in a movie entered my brain.

My focus diverted to Lyric when she joined the other women, now dancing seductively next to the fire. I couldn’t help but lock my gaze on her body as she rolled her perfect, curvy hips. She was an amazing dancer, just as good as Salma, and I had to forcefully pull my eyes off her.

I glanced around and almost everyone here was watching the women. Knowing Lyric had the attention of other men caused a fire to fill my chest, my jaw clenching.

“Whoa,” Heston groaned before sniffing the air. He cocked his head to the side and glared at me. “Salty and smoky. I never thought you’d be a jealous man.”

I flexed my fingers repeatedly as I lied. “I’m not.”

“You know damn well wolven can smell emotions, Winnie.”

Ignoring Heston, I looked back at Lyric. Normally, she braided her hair on both sides, but tonight it cascaded down her back in loose waves. She turned slightly, her eyes catching mine, and they locked like magnets, pulling our souls together, not allowing either of us to look away.

She sensually moved her body to the music, running her fingers through her dark chestnut locks. The way she swayed her hips sent blood rushing to my cock and it hardened.

I leaned back slightly, pushing my hand against the front of my jeans, begging it to stop.

The more it throbbed the more I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to the cabin caveman style.

The aroma of sweet lilacs radiated off her and hit like a ton of bricks, almost causing me to fall off the wooden log I was sitting on.

“Damn,” Demi said in a low tone. “These scents are gonna kill me.”

More like I’m gonna to kill you.

Jealousy continued to build within me, resulting in a low growl escaping my throat. Looking at Demi and Heston, my mouth fell open and my fangs involuntarily extended, a loud hiss leaving me.

“Winston!” Ravage yelled in his “stop fucking around” tone. “I may not be your origin, but he’s not here to keep you under control. Handle your shit, boy, before I handle it for you.”

I tightened my jaw, my stare traveling to him.

Ravage glared back, completely unfazed by me. Being a burly vampire who was much older than me, I knew damn well he’d beat my ass.

A few seconds later, I took a deep breath, attempting to push down my feelings before I relented with a nod.

When my gaze went back to Lyric, she tilted her head, seemingly concerned. Not being able to take it anymore, I jumped up and headed toward her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, and instead of answering, I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bonfire, heading straight for the forest.

Once far enough away, I stopped, releasing her from my grip.

“Why are we here?”

“You can’t do that, Lyric!”

Clouds filled the night sky, creating a darker atmosphere than usual at three in the morning. Even though she had difficulty seeing me, my vampire vision allowed me to see her confused expression.

“Do what?”

“Dance seductively next to a bonfire in front of a bunch of vamps and wolves who can smell the lust radiating off you from a damn mile away let alone ten damn feet!”

Her face angered. “What do you expect, Winston? Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I don’t want you anymore. You think I’m supposed—”

Without hesitation, I laid one hand on the back of her head, the other on her lower back, and yanked her toward me, the rest of her words got sucked into my mouth when it locked on hers.

In the heat of the moment, our hands grabbed and pulled at clothes, hair, anything in the way of our lust. I slowly backed her against a tree, my mouth still angrily consuming hers.

She slid her hands up my shirt, running her gentle fingers across my abs. I sucked in a breath and her lure seeped into my nose, filling my lungs with a much needed dose of what I’d been missing.

When she dropped her hands to my pants and unbuttoned my jeans, I grabbed her wrists, halting her. “What are we doing?”

Her chest rose and fell quickly, panting for air. She shook her head, pulling her hands out of my grip. “I don’t know, but it’s frustrating.”

“What do I have to do to fix this? Do you want an apology?”

She shook her head again. “I . . . I don’t know.”

My eyes traveled over her face. Even in the darkness, it was beyond beautiful.

“I’m truly sorry I lied to you. I really didn’t have a choice.”

“I just . . “ She trailed off, her heart drumming loudly in my ears. “I miss you so much and I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”

“I miss every piece of you.” I raised a hand and ran a thumb across her bottom lip before trailing it down her face, onto her throat, and not stopping until I got to her breast.

Her sweet lure was stronger than it had ever been, causing my dick to throb.

“You smell delicious.” I placed a hand against the tree to hold me up as I leaned in, brushing my lips against her neck. “Do you want me to make you come, mama? Is that what you want? Is that what you need?”

She let out a breathy whine through her nose and I took it as a yes. I glided my tongue over the smooth skin of her neck before gently sucking it. Her blood pumped fast against my lips, elongating my fangs and causing them to scrape her skin.

“You missed your feeding yesterday,” she said, her tone sultry and seductive. “Are you hungry?”

“More than you can imagine,” I whispered into the dip of her neck.

Moving my hand across the smooth curve of her hip and down to her thigh, I yanked it up. Her core was warm when I pressed my cock against her.

Lyric’s lustful scent became stronger, taking over my senses. I was ready to give her everything she ever wanted when a twig snapped in the distance, switching my brain to red alert.

Of course, it could’ve been an animal out here in the middle of the woods, but when I glanced in the direction of the sound and saw a soft glow, I knew it was a person.

The faint sound of buttons being pushed fell upon my ears.

Someone had a cell phone.

I dropped Lyric’s leg and lifted my finger, pressing it against her lips, letting her know to be quiet. “Stay here.”

Nellie’s natural scent forced its way into my nostrils.

No fucking way.

Moving as fast as possible wasn’t something I did often because it drained my power and required me to feed more frequently, but I was ready to kill the rat.

I bolted toward her, coming up from behind.

“Hey. It’s me,” Nellie whispered a mere second before I yanked the phone from her ear.

She slung around and I held it in front of her face, bending it in half, causing the glass to shatter. She let out a blood-curdling scream and ran away from me. But I was right behind her, forcefully pulling her into a chokehold.

“Who were you calling?” I asked, and she tapped my arm repeatedly, barely able to breathe.

“Winston!” Lyric shouted, racing toward us. “Let her go.”

“I can’t. I’m interrogating her.”

Nellie clawed at my forearm and just as I was about to snap her neck, Ravage appeared in front of me.

“You can’t question her if she’s dead, boy!” He tugged at my arm, causing me to let go of Nellie. She ran toward the camp, crying heavily.

Lyric sighed and went after her, leaving me with Ravage who asked, “What the hell is going on?”

“She was making a phone call. Our damn secrets are probably being shared with Venom!”

“And instead of sitting back and listening, you scare the shit out of her?” Ravage shook his head the way he always did when disappointed, and turned away.

I followed, hoping it was finally time to kill the rat.

Back at camp, the music had ceased and all eyes were on Nellie, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to Jimmy.

“Why did you do that to her?” Randi asked, stomping up to me with a scowl on her face. “She was calling her mother because she misses her. We all miss our families but you keep us locked up here like we’re animals.”

That was the most I’d heard the woman talk since she got here, and now, I wish I hadn’t. “You can leave anytime you please,” I growled, then stepped in close. “Or I can swiftly end your suffering.”

“Goddammit, Winston!” Ravage hollered, and I threw my hands out.

“That bitch was in the woods probably calling Venom and everyone wants to point fingers at me like I’m the fucking bad guy,” I pounded my fists against my chest, “when I’m the only one taking action while you assholes sit around and watch!”

“I gave her permission to call,” Peach said, bringing my heated gaze to her. Her eyes darkened, and it was rare to see Peach actually angry. “You need to go feed. Right damn now!”

“You heard her,” Ravage added with a glare.

My blood boiled as I pointed at Nellie. “When she betrays us, and I guarantee she fucking will, everyone will be apologizing to me!”

I took off fast, flames flickering within me as I approached my cabin. Upon entering, I forcefully shut the door and resumed my restless pacing.

The fusion of my uncontainable anger and months of frustration resulted in a scream tearing from my throat. “Fuck! Fuck!”

How can no one else see a rat?

I wished I’d taken two seconds out to see Sage’s expression, because I knew damn well, she also believed Nellie was betraying us.

The rage continued to bubble in me, and I took a deep breath, attempting to control it, but it had gone too far. I tore my T-shirt off and balled it up, squeezing it tightly like it was my enemy before tossing it aside.

There were only a couple of things that had the power to soothe me now. Either sinking my fangs into a vein while having mind-blowing sex or hacking into someone’s security system. Considering I’d possibly angered Lyric further, I’d have to opt for the latter.

Plopping my ass into my computer chair, I pulled up the programs I had running on my PC, and after clicking around on a few things, I quickly realized hacking wasn’t going to help me tonight.

Shit.

Exasperated, I slung myself back into my chair and scrubbed my hands over my face. Deep down, I knew I needed blood and angry sex, and if Lyric wasn’t going to give it to me, then I guess I’d have to find someone who would.

My body required a fangster—a human willing to trade sex for a vampire bite. And if I wanted to find one and get back before sunrise, I had to leave town now.

Yanking my motorcycle keys from the coffee cup on my desk, I stood, shoved them into my pocket, and headed into the bathroom. After cleansing my face, I reapplied some deodorant and added a few sprays of cologne to my chest.

As I smoothed out my hair, I eyed myself in the mirror, ensuring I was desirable enough to fuck. Tattoos of flowers, skulls, and snakes covered my arms and chest, and my throat had a large moth inked on it. I grinned, knowing some women found it irresistible.

My gaze went to the stubble on my face before landing on my hazel irises and I immediately thought of Lyric. Her big doe eyes were almost the same color as mine, but had more yellow in them. I’d always felt their color was a flawless reflection of real amber. Of course, they were completely gorgeous too, set below long lashes and perfectly arched brows.

Does it count as cheating if your girlfriend ends the relationship but still loves you?

Lyric’s face remained etched in my memory, making it impossible for me to answer my own question with any response other than yes.

A woman had broken my heart by cheating on me and I’d never do that to Lyric. If that meant not sleeping with anyone else until she moved on with her life, then so be it.

The wind left my sails as I headed to my desk and threw the keys back into the coffee cup. With a sigh, I retook my seat and leaned my elbows onto my knees, dropping my head into my hands.

Attempting to reach a place of calm, I took some long deep breaths, relaxing my body. As I inhaled my fifth breath, a hint of Lyric’s natural scent entered my nose, then my porch creaked.

I lifted my face toward the door and before she could knock, I said, “Come in.”

She slid smoothly inside, the scent of the bonfire mixed with alcohol clung to her, hiding some of her natural scent. She softly shut the door, then nervously leaned against it. “I was just checking on you.”

She locked her eyes on me, awaiting my response.

Her stunning features were impossible for me to not notice, including her tousled chestnut hair from where I had my hands in it earlier. Even messy, it somehow made her even more beautiful. My gaze left her face, traveling to her perfect breasts with pebbled nipples visible under a blue crop top. I wasn’t surprised she was braless since she rarely wore one unless sparring. Her leggings were low cut, allowing her flat stomach and belly button to peek through, and at her waistband was a tiny bit of her favorite pink laced panties.

Flashbacks of the first time I saw her wearing them filled my brain. I remembered it like it was yesterday, but really, it was the night I fucked her on the kitchen counter. I swallowed the lump in my throat, shoving the memories aside.

That beautiful body is going to be the death of me.

Not being able to stare at something I wasn’t sure I could have, I dropped my head, looking at my clasped hands. “I’m fine.”

“Nellie had permission to call her mom. Peach and Ravage decided to allow her so they could eavesdrop and possibly gather more information. Plus, they aren’t really prisoners.”

I snickered, thinking about the ways the situation could’ve been avoided. “Maybe Peach and Ravage should have involved us in their plans and I wouldn’t have choked her. Or maybe we should’ve interrogated her as soon as we thought she was a rat so I could’ve killed her already.”

“In case you were wondering, she’s fine, but she’s scared of you now.”

I didn’t respond to Lyric as I thought about the situation.

When I saw Nellie crying, I felt slightly bad, and I mean slightly. Only a small fraction, almost unnoticeable, and definitely not enough that I wouldn’t do it again.

With her potential alliance to Venom, everyone’s life in this camp was in constant risk. If killing her would’ve saved completely innocent people who’d been dragged into this shit show, like April and baby Scarlet, then Nellie’s death would’ve been justified.

Does that make me a villain?

The room stayed silent for what felt like eternity before the wood floor creaked. “I forgive you for lying,” Lyric said, moving toward me. “I know you did it to protect Sage, because she would’ve insisted on going, but she wasn’t ready for any missions. She’s barely ready now.”

I nodded, still avoiding her eyes.

“And you being the kind of person who risks pissing off his girlfriend to save her best friend’s life . . . makes me love you even more.”

Now in front of me, she laid her soft hands on my cheeks, forcing me to gaze upwards. Her hooded eyes conveyed everything she wanted as she peered down at me.

“And it’s okay if you don’t love me, Winston, because like we said before, we can be happy for now.” I opened my mouth to say something, but she moved her hands to my shoulders, shoving me farther back into the chair. “I know you want me and that’s enough.”

She lowered herself onto my lap and I let out a light moan. “You have no idea how bad I want you, mama.”

“Yes, I do,” she whispered seductively only inches from my face. “I can feel how bad you want me.”

Lyric was so mesmerizing I hadn’t even realized my cock throbbed, pressing hard against my pants, until she pointed it out.

With a sexual power I’d barely seen from her before, she grabbed my wrists and forced my hands to clasp her breasts. “Touch me, fuck me, feed off me. Do whatever you want. As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”

She rocked her hips forward, eliciting a small moan from us both. The frantic need to be inside of her swirled in my groin and I slid my hands to the bottom of her crop top, pulling it off her. Lyric’s breasts perfectly matched her body with larger brown nipples and areolas. I couldn’t resist sucking one into my mouth, and she let out a whimper, digging her nails into my shoulders.

Her lure was strong, the sweet lilacs seducing my senses as much as she was, causing my balls to ache. Unable to endure it any longer, I let go of her breasts, only for her to immediately seize my hands, pinning them against my chest.

“Keep them there.”

I lifted a brow. “But you told me to do whatever I want.”

Lyric laid her finger over my lips, shushing me.

Despite being the possessive one in our relationship, I was completely accepting of her taking charge of my body. My heart, on the other hand . . . wasn’t ready to be released to her yet.

She slid off my lap and kneeled in front of me before removing my black and white Adidas, tossing them to the side. Her fingers moved elegantly as she trailed them up my legs like she was on a stage playing piano in front of a million people, not stopping until she got to my groin. She slowly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, causing my dick to twitch, dying to be set free. Moving her hands to my side, she pulled on my pants and I lifted myself to expedite their removal.

Her soft breasts pressed against my thighs as she leaned in and took my shaft in her hand. I had the best view ever, barely breathing as I watched her slowly kiss and lick her way up my length until she reached the head of my cock. She sucked it into her mouth and I hissed in a breath through my teeth.

The warm wetness made my muscles tense and my hands instinctively went to her hair, but before I had a chance to tighten my fingers into it, she swatted at my thigh.

My hands trembled and I needed somewhere to put them other than my chest, so I clutched the edge of the chair tightly, holding on for dear life as she took me completely in. Her cheeks hollowed out and the tightness of the hold she had on me caused a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen.

“Fuck, mama. You need to stop.”

Even though I was dying to come in her mouth, I desperately needed to be inside of her, so I suppressed my orgasm for a few more seconds before she finally released her grip, leaving me completely breathless.

She used my thighs to push herself off the ground, then took a few steps backward. Her moves were sensual and slow as she peeled off her leggings, revealing those beautiful, pink lace panties. I wanted to grab her, yank her forward, and rip them off with my teeth, but since she was in charge now, I kept my hands to myself.

Tucking her thumbs into the edge of her panties, she slid them down her smooth legs and when she stood, her perfect pussy was in my line of sight. But what caught my attention was her pubic hair or should I say lack of it.

The last time we’d had sex a few days ago, Lyric had complained about not being able to go into town to get waxed. But from the looks of it, she’d managed to perfectly groom herself. Not too short, not too long, but exactly how she liked it.

Then I realized she’d planned this entire evening out in advance.

Not only had Lyric shaved, but she also wore her hair down, had on a sexy outfit, and danced in front of a bonfire all to get my attention. Little did she know, I didn’t need her to do anything for me to want her. She’d completely mesmerized me since the day we met by ?merely existing.

With the way her hooded eyes gazed into mine as she stood shamelessly naked in front of me, she could fuck me blind for all I cared.

“If you don’t get your sexy ass over here, I’m going to have to disobey your commands and take matters into my own hands.”

She laughed as she stalked forward, then planted a leg on either side of the chair and slowly lowered herself onto my lap. My cock slipped smoothly between her soaked pussy lips, causing us both to moan.

“Damn, you’re wet.”

I lifted my hands to touch her and she slammed them onto my chest. “I said to keep them there.”

“Holy fuck, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

She tightened her lips, her eyes conveying the power she now held. “Do you hear me, Winston?”

I had no clue how I was supposed to answer her, so I said the first thing that came to mind. “Umm, yes, ma’am.”

She pushed herself onto her knees and reached between us, sliding my full length inside of her. Her cunt was warm and tight, the walls clamping onto me. I secured my fists against my chest, forcing myself not to move as she laid claim on my dick.

With the grace of a goddess, she moved her hips slowly at first, drawing moans from us both. For a while I stared at her, enjoying the change in her facial features when the pleasure took over. I don’t know what awakened the sexual lioness she’d become, but it enthralled me.

Gradually, she increased the speed of her movements and her breaths became ragged. My fingers were almost numb when I clenched them tighter against my chest, restraining myself from touching as her orgasm drew near. Sweat droplets formed on her chest and the sound of her heart thundered faster in my sensitive ears.

“Oh shit,” she panted out, her pussy muscles tightening around me. “Touch me now.”

Finally.

I grabbed her hips and assisted her as she rode out her ecstasy. Her loud moans softened as she sucked in deep breaths, her muscles relaxing. She melted into my embrace, emitting small whimpers as her wetness flowed onto me.

I caressed her back, giving her a moment to recover before I said, “Now it’s my turn.”

Holding her tight, I stood and pushed the chair to the side, then turned around and sat her on the edge of my desk. I dropped my thumb to her swollen clit, circling it as I slowly moved inside of her. With a moan, she firmly grasped my shoulders, her nails piercing my skin.

While entangled in our ecstasy, groaning and gasping for air, I had an epiphany. I know . . . horrible timing.

Although my feelings for Lyric hadn’t developed into love yet, we were about to embark on an immensely perilous mission tomorrow—one I wanted her to survive. And she would . . . if she fed from me.

“Drink my blood,” I panted out in between breaths.

“Wh . . . what?”

“It’ll make you strong for the mission, but if something happens, you might turn.”

She pushed on my chest, halting my movements.

Our eyes locked, my heart thumping in my ears as I awaited her answer.

“Is this your way of saying I love you?” she breathed out.

The act of sharing vampire blood during sex was a highly sensual and intimate experience—one I was dying to have with Lyric—but if she got killed, she’d turn. And that was more important to me.

“This is my way of saying I care for you so much, I don’t want you to die.”

With a sudden force, she grabbed my face and passionately kissed me as she grinded against my cock. We continued fucking and when I knew we were both close to losing ourselves in the paroxysm of pleasure, I pulled my lips from hers.

“Is that a yes?”

She stared into my eyes before finally whispering, “Absolutely.”

I pulled my dick out of her and lifted her from the desk, setting her on the floor. “Bend over, mama.”

“Is your blood going to taste bad?” she asked, turning around.

“You won’t even notice the flavor through the raging orgasm you’re about to have when I bite you.”

She bent forward, placing her hands on the desk to keep herself steady, gracing my eyes with a perfect view of her beautiful ass. “Those are my favorite.”

Even though she couldn’t see it, I wore a proud smile.

Our sex life was already perfect in my eyes, but this was about to take it to a whole new level. I spread her ass cheeks, lined up my dick, and slid it into her juicy pussy from behind. After a few thrusts, I lifted my right wrist to my mouth and pierced it with my fangs.

Blood trickled from me as I curled my arm around Lyric’s head, putting my wrist in front of her face. “Don’t suck yet,” I said, tapping the vein in her neck. “Not until you start coming.”

Leaning forward, I aligned my fangs with her vein and sunk them into her skin, causing her to gasp. Her delicious blood pooled into my mouth as her pussy pulsed around my cock.

“Oh, god,” she screamed, before she fastened her mouth onto my wrist, gloriously sucking blood from my body.

Each swallow I took sent pleasure swimming through my veins, pushing me higher and higher through the realm of ecstasy. My balls tightened, my orgasm taking over my body as I released her vein. A loud moan conjured from the pit of my stomach, ripping itself from my throat before warm cum shot from me.

My breaths came out ragged, my heart rate at an all-time high and I slouched forward, laying across her back, my dick softening inside of her. “Are you okay?”

“Uh huh,” she whimpered, and I chuckled.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

I withdrew my cock from her, and she attempted to get up, but she was in full-blown vampire venom ecstasy.

“Happy for now,” she whispered, her eyes glistening as she wobbled.

I grinned, wiping the blood on her chin off with my thumb. “Happy for now.”

Knowing she could barely walk in this condition, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bathroom for a hot shower before we went to bed early. We had a huge mission tomorrow, and I really hoped revenge tasted as good as the blood on my lips.