Chapter 30
30
B lair flicks on the bedroom light, and heat burns across my cheeks at my current state of undress now that I’m no longer protected by the darkness. She helps me wriggle my dress off down over my hips and belly so I don’t have to sit around in something uncomfortable. It should be a decidedly unsexy and embarrassing experience, but Blair’s cool fingers on my bare skin as she coaxes the fabric off of my body have me shivering. When she kneels so she can tug it the rest of the way off and kisses my low belly before she rises, my knees go weak.
I really hope her blood helps with the pain. Having her here being all effortlessly alluring will make sitting around like a pathetic lump even more tortuous than usual .
She helps me into a robe, and my breath hitches slightly when she wraps her arms around me from behind to tie it closed.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” she asks, stepping back.
“N-no. I’m good. Thank you for your help,” I say, turning around to face her and hoping my shy smile doesn’t give away how turned on I am right now.
“Okay. Tell me if I do anything that hurts,” she says, some of the commanding tone she uses as a domme slipping into her voice.
I give her a sheepish smile. “Right now, pretty much any movement I make hurts. So even if it does, it’s not your fault.”
Blair’s brow furrows in clear concern. Or maybe she’s finally realizing how pathetic I am.
“It’s fine. I’m used to it!” I let out a forced laugh, and drop my gaze to the floor, which pulls a hiss of distress from me as the movement sends pain jolting through me.
She threads her fingers through mine and gives my hand a squeeze. The absurd urge to cry builds at that gentle sign of reassurance, and I blink rapidly against it.
“Let’s go make your drink so you can have that right away. Then, if you’re hungry, I’ll make dinner.”
She’s so calm in the face of my pain. There are no trite apologies or hopes it’ll get better soon, which is one of the many reasons I avoid telling people about my spine issues. Blair’s silent acceptance of my physical problems being part of me makes me feel more seen and cared for than I have since the chronic pain started.
“Sounds perfect. Thank you,” I say, squeezing her hand back.
We head down to the kitchen, and I fight against the urge to apologize for the piles of stuff littering my entire downstairs. Blair said she didn’t care, and she doesn’t bat an eye at any of it. Though I still cringe as she pulls a glass from my open dishwasher with the clean dishes still waiting to be put away, then goes to my fridge to assess what I have available.
“I don’t have a ton, and I’m not sure if any of it would pair well with blood,” I say with a weak chuckle. The thought of drinking her blood is a little gross, but not enough to stop me from wanting to try it. Maybe I’m weird, but I think I’d enjoy it more from her directly, my lips on her skin and her body pressed close to mine.
Blair grabs a can of seltzer and an unopened bottle of cranberry juice I didn’t even know I had. “I’ve never made a blood cocktail before, but from what people have told me, my blood doesn’t taste unpleasant. If you hate it, we can order something stronger to cover it better.” She looks endearingly nervous about what I’ll think of her blood.
“I won’t hate it!”
Her lips quirk at my adamance. “Okay.”
She pours a few ounces of cranberry juice and a splash of seltzer into the glass and swirls them together with a spoon, then gives me another nervous look. “I’m going to, uh, add some of my blood now. If you want to look away.”
It’s odd seeing Blair visibly worried, and if I didn’t think it would hurt like a bitch, I’d give her a hug. I smile at her brightly. “I’m not bothered by the sight of blood. At least not in smaller amounts.”
“Right.” Blair nods and brings her wrist to her mouth and doesn’t even flinch when she bites shallowly into her own flesh.
“Oh!” I don’t hide my surprise that she isn’t just pricking her finger. I guess I need more blood than I’d imagined.
My stomach does a slightly queasy lurch, but I can’t help watching as she brings her hand over the glass and rivulets of crimson flow down her deep brown skin to splash into the liquid below. After a few moments, Blair brings her wrist back to her mouth and licks the puncture marks until the skin starts to knit back together before my eyes.
“Whoa, that’s wild,” I murmur.
Blair’s eyes meet mine, her blood-stained lips tilting into an apologetic smile. “It’s unsettling, I know.”
“No, it’s amazing. I forget how… magical you are sometimes.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” she says drolly.
“You are, Blair!” I argue. “You’re giving me your blood to help get rid of my pain. You saved Max’s life with your blood, for fuck’s sake. If that’s not magical, then I don’t know what is.”
Blair chuckles, stirring the drink again to incorporate her blood. When she’s satisfied, she passes it over to me. “Drink half and see how you feel. If it’s not enough, have the rest.”
I bring the glass to my lips with feigned confidence, giving her a smile. Blair has been so worried about me not being able to tolerate the taste that I don’t want to show any sign of discomfort. Still, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hesitant to down the bizarre cocktail.
I’m prepared to chug it, but the second the liquid hits my tongue, I slow down. The taste is a little odd, but it’s inconsequential because my body suffuses with pleasure as I swallow it down. It’s like sinking into a hot bath at the perfect temperature after a long, hard day. A stifled moan escapes my lips as tension melts from my body, and I reluctantly set the glass down when I’ve drained half of it.
“Fucking magical,” I whisper in awe. The pain is muted, barely more than a twinge as I reach out and pull Blair toward me, driven by the urge to kiss her now.
I bend down and bring my lips to hers, sighing as more relief floods through me when our lips meet. Blair arms fly up from where she held them stiffly at her sides to grip my hips, and I part my lips in invitation for her to deepen the kiss. She takes it, the taste of blood on her tongue sparking my senses, sending prickles of pleasure dancing down my spine.
I slide my tongue against hers, wrapping my arms around Blair in an attempt to anchor myself to her. Her fangs scrape against my lower lip and I moan against her mouth, hips pressing forward, mindlessly seeking some kind of friction to ease the ache building between my thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” Blair murmurs as I pull back to suck in a breath, before claiming her lips again.
Hearing her call me “baby” has me grinding my hips against her again, heedless of how our bodies slot together in an unfamiliar way. I don’t care that it’s different. I need her more than anyone I’ve ever been with.
Blair presses forward, backing me up gently until I bump into the countertop behind me, and wedges her thigh between my legs. I gasp into her mouth as she raises her leg and grabs my hips again, encouraging me to grind against her thigh. The flimsy barrier of my soaked panties and her skintight jeans make the position we’re in feel dirtier than it would if we were naked.
Blair catches my lower lip with her fangs again, almost drawing blood this time. I arch forward with a gasp, and she pulls off of my lips to bring her mouth to my ear. “That’s it. Use my thigh to give that needy pussy what it wants.”
I rub against her and the friction feels amazing, even though I doubt I’ll be able to come this way. For once, I’m too wrapped up in the moment to give a shit if what we’re doing leads to me coming or not. I just want more.
Blair’s mouth trails down the side of my throat, carefully dragging her fangs across the delicate skin. I shiver and rock against her thigh again. She groans and laves her tongue across my pulse point. “ You’re making a mess, dripping all over my jeans. Such a dirty girl, Grace.”
“F-fuck,” I whimper, cheeks burning with embarrassment at how needy I am, but arousal stoked higher because of that prick of shame. Maybe I’m into humiliation after all.
“You like being my dirty girl, don’t you? Show me how much you like it.” Blair grips my ass and grinds me against her thigh again, helping me build up a rhythm.
My mouth drops open with a silent moan as she sucks my neck. “Do it. You can bite me. I want you to.”
I want it so bad I could scream. Not because it might make me come, but because I want the connection. When Blair bit me before, it was like everything else melted away and it was only us, tethered together through pleasure and something else that I’m scared to name. Something that’s way too early in whatever this is between us to be thinking about.
Her grip on my ass tightens, but she rips her mouth away from my neck, eyes burning into mine with barely restrained hunger. “I shouldn’t,” she rasps. “You’re still under the effects of my blood. I need to make sure your pain is under control, not add to it.”
“I’m fine. Please, Blair. I want you.”
She shakes her head, eyes screwing shut. “You want to come because of how my blood makes you feel. That’s not the same thing as wanting me.”
Frustration cuts through my arousal. I want to grab Blair by the shoulders and shake some sense into my stubborn vampire.
“Fine. Don’t bite me,” I say sharply, pushing against her shoulders to create space between us. Her expression hardens as she steps back, no doubt thinking her assumptions about me were correct.
I don’t give her more time to live in that delusion. I sink to my knees before her and look up into her eyes. There’s a twinge of pain as I do, but it’s nothing I can’t ignore. God, her blood really is magic.
“What are you doing?” she asks, brows knitting together in confusion.
“Showing you how much I want you,” I bite back, fingers fumbling with the button on her jeans.
Blair blinks down at me, eyes wide in shock. “What? No. Get up. You don’t need to prove anything to me. Forget I said anything. I’ll bite you if that’s what you want.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I’m not proving anything other than how fucking dense you’re being.”
I tug down the zipper and hook my fingers under the waistband of her jeans and underwear with determination. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you get it through your thick, undead skull that I want this. That I’m obsessed with you and can’t stop wondering what you taste like. So use your safeword or shut the fuck up, Blair.”