Chapter Ten
Brax turned on the shower and opened the drain, making a place for errant drops of blood to flow.
“There,” he whispered, staring at her as the air shimmered around them.
He was unlucky in love. Oh, he’d never believed that until Marietta cursed him. He had a beautiful woman when he was alive—who wanted him to be more than he was, and he’d certainly turned into something else, indeed.
Then, he’d had Marietta, and a dozen cheap dalliances that were nothing but safe ways to procure food.
Funny, he’d always enjoyed them so much—or rather, the demon had.
With the demon sitting in expectant silence, waiting to be fed on Brax’s terms, he realized his encounters with Penny felt different—especially this one, this one taken with two clear heads, weakened though they might be.
He realized with Penny that it was about the pleasure first, the food second, even when he felt as if he were starving.
How had he missed how enslaved he’d been—and always to the wrong master?
Or rather, to the wrong mistress?
Penny is mine. And I’m hers—even if she doesn’t know it yet.
His tongue snaked out across her breast, and fangs dug in softly, making her arch her spine, pussy fluttering in ecstasy on his hardness.
How’ve you been on this planet for so long and never really fallen in love until tonight?
Well, it’s a season of miracles—and Hell almost froze over. Gotta be a first time for everything.
PENNY LET HIM brING her to his chest. She could feel his strong hand gripping her hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her head back as she rode his cock in short, shallow waves.
His lips found her pulse, and blunt teeth broke the skin on her neck in a suckling pull, no punctures, no fangs at this moment. He let the rivulets run down into his mouth while her hips spread and widened and ran down on something else.
Oh, God. Penny felt him push her slick walls apart, and she fought the urge to sit up. She wanted him in deeper. More. But she needed to keep herself hunched to his lips, her head shielding him from the shower and the scant inches of water that were now fleeing down the drain.
He moaned around the blood in his mouth and brought his pelvis up, sheathing every inch of him inside of her, feeling her dripping sex leave a wet kiss on his taut sack.
“Yes! Ohhhh, God, yes.” Penny knew he understood her. Didn’t even have to talk. Or make sense. Today had not made a lot of sense in the conventional fashion, but it had been pretty damn enlightening, anyway.
His color and strength were returning like magic. And so was hers, no longer chalky, no longer sunburnt, simply her normal, beautiful color. Was it the end of the spell outside, or the fact that shared blood had somehow saved them both?
They would care later. Later, when she wasn’t whimpering in pleasure against his chest, digging her nails in and grazing his nipples.
“I love you. Oh, fuck, yes, I love when you let me inside. Love when you let me love you,” Brax snarled out, chest reverberating with a happy, lustful growl.
“Brax!” Just a desperate sigh of his name when his hands slammed onto her ass and kept her impaled as she inched closer to a climax.
“I’m yours now, you know. Your gift, fed on your blood. Your pretty pet vampire, if that’s what you want, or your partner in whatever you want in life. Both. Neither. Everything.”
He sounds high.
Apparently, the filtration system on her mouth hadn’t fully resurfaced. “Are you high?”
“I never had blood given to me by someone before. Not by someone really human. Never had a gift, only stolen, or given a defiled version. Nothing sweet, and pure, and perfect like this,” he moaned, looking up at her with blood-tinged lips.
I want to give him this again—but it’s still not a real bite, not with fangs.
I want to see what that’s like. Feel what that’s like—with him, only with Brax.
Penny hesitated, wondering how in the world she was supposed to explain that, that she wanted to cross the final line, to feel him opening his gift in a sharp, deadly way—the ultimate trust exercise.
Hell, how was she supposed to explain anything while being battered with this hot, pounding rhythm that was the only pleasurable heat she had felt all day?
“I love this, love doing this with you, Brax. Oh, ohhh-” her eyes suddenly widened as she felt herself losing all thoughts, letting only feelings rule. “Oh, shit! Brax!”
“Yeah, baby,” he growled, “so fucking hot.”
“No, not like that. Well, yes, also that. But you’re warm now.”
“And that’s bad because?”
Her cheeks flushed. “No. Not bad. I was just thinking about something. Our experiment.” That’s the one thing I bring up right now? Did I actually ask him if vampire cum was cold? Recall was met with mental shudders of embarrassment. Shouldn’t have tried to hold onto the thoughts so hard.
He laughed at her pink-cheeked pout. “I’ll go back outside and freeze myself all over again if you want.”
“No... I don’t want that.” She bounced on him harder, pout vanishing. He gasped and arched under her, thrusting back against her.
STRONGER OR NOT, THIS wasn’t working as much as he wanted. Brax held Penny in place on his cock, marveling that his pretty little innocent was swallowing every inch of him. “Hold on.”
“Why are we stop—ooh!”
Brax abruptly changed their position, sitting them on the edge of the tub. Penny’s hands raked the shower curtain away so it didn’t stick to his back. She rocked happily astride him, his hands corseted around her back to keep her from falling.
“I don’t actually care if it’s hot or cold. I like when you’re warm. You feel better.”
“Thought you craved this big, bendy ice pack?” he teased with his voice, he teased with his hands, fingertips finding nipples and rolling them as she arched.
“I mean, you feel better. You don’t hurt. I never...” It was weird. She had threatened him, she had feared him, she had wanted to leave him and everyone like him... And now, her throat was suddenly tight. “I hope I never see you hurting again. Ever again.”
“Mutual, Pen. But if it’s for you... doesn’t hurt. I told you that.”
“No dice. No more cold Brax.”
She was sweet. Blood was sweet, juice was sweet.
He could inhale her, and the steam made it a thousand times more potent, carried it up, and bathed him in the scent.
He would live on her delectable juices if he could.
Said juices were making her slip against him as she increased her tempo, clinging harder.
This was the real stuff. Wet, messy, losing yourself in the other. Brax made an effort to bring thought to the forefront, telling sensation to give him a moment. “You okay, Penny?”
She nodded, unspeaking, head coming to rest aside his so he couldn’t see her face.
Her pussy spasmed, pounding and pulsing as she suddenly moved back to lock her eyes on his. Her fingers dug gently into the nape of his neck and then clamped down, holding him still between kisses.
The pace picked up to clear the last hurdle, as if she could show instead of tell him how much she wanted him.
Loved him.
“Brax. Brax, you...”
“I’m gonna make you come. You’re gonna burst me. Do I still get to fill you up, baby?”
Penny’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth trembling slightly. His jaw was clenched and his head thrown back, eyes struggling to stay open.
He smiled when they both opened their eyes at the same time, reconnecting. “Gorgeous girl.”
“Gorgeous guy,” she breathed.
“Your guy. All yours, Penny.”
“Yes, yes, mine. All mine. My Brax.” Her walls clenched down. “So full. So good,” she moaned. “I could be fuller.” Penny tapped her neck, a fluttering hand with frantic fingers.
Her blood stopped teasing and tempting and started screaming to him, a siren’s piercing entreaty. He could feel every pulse of her, in her legs splayed over his, in the pounding pre-climax of her walls, in the racehorse gallop of her heart as they both prepared to let go.
“Please, baby, please,” she whimpered. “Be mine, all the way?”
She had never fought fair, this girl. How could he refuse?
If the pain killed him, well... Marietta wouldn’t even have the last laugh. He wouldn’t die a second death in misery.
“Of course, love,” he agreed, voice thicker, mouth changing shape with fangs rushing to pierce, eager to drain.
But they didn’t need to. They slid into soft, warm, wet skin, a shallow, gentle bite that barely nicked the surface under the suckling kiss he gave.
Penny was the one who held his hair and tugged, driving him in deeper, babbling as she screeched out in pleasure, filled by cock and fangs, coming apart in a shuddering, bucking bundle in his arms.
Brax pulled back, mouth still full, trickles escaping over his lower lip. He watched her wail. If that wasn’t even hotter than watching her fall over the peak as he worked his fingers and mouth against her, he was a blind man.
Her wail was followed by a gasp and a torrent of scalding hot juice that made him pop.
“Oh. Ohh, holy ride of my unlife,” Brax hissed, only staying seated on the edge of the tub by sheer vampiric agility—at least until his calves gave and he started to slide forward.
“This time it’s warm.” Penny grinned at him, something devilish in an otherwise angelic face. Penny sighed and panted as she rode him down still hard, juices mingling. “We’re a mess. A hot, sexy mess.”
“But a happy one,” he countered, licking his lips.
“Shower?”
“We’re in one,” Brax laughed.
“I’m not getting off you. You’re still hard.”
“If you stay on me as long as I’m hard, you’ll be here ‘til doomsday. I’ll never get soft watching this show.”
“Just ‘til doomsday, huh? Hmm. I think we pushed that date back a little. Take me for another ride?”
“Wherever you wanna go, lover.”
Penny licked her lips and smoothed her thumb over his lip. “The truce continues?”