Chapter 10 #3
A large wave of lust hits me next, my cock hardening in my sweatpants.
“And the only way it fades is if I make myself orgasm.”
A rumble of pleasure purrs within my chest. “Do you finger fuck yourself while thinking of me, Sugar?”
She nods, her hair falling forward, covering her cheeks.
I can’t have that.
I move her hair, tucking it behind the shell of her ear. Her breath catches when our skin makes contact, her lashes fluttering from the touch.
“Do you…has that happened to you yet?” she whispers, her throat bobbing when she swallows.
She’s so cute when she’s nervous.
If I had the energy, I’d show her just what I think about, but I’m still healing, and I won’t be able to claim her until I drink from her vein.
“Every day since meeting you. Multiple times a day.”
Her desire slams into me, my body wanting nothing more than to throw her on the bed.
“Every day?” She drops the spoon in the soup, broth splashing everywhere, but neither of us care.
I lean forward, pushing myself past the protesting of my aching muscles. “Every single day, and still, it isn’t enough. It doesn’t come close to taking the edge off.”
Her throat bobs when she swallows, glancing down at the soup that she’s mindlessly stirring. Her desire is thick in the air, drugging me easily, given my state, and I sway. The predator inside me is ready to launch at her, trap her against the bed, and sink my fangs into her soft skin.
The need to hear her moan as I drink is essential to my well-being, my state of mind, to feel her emotions with every swallow, to touch her warm body, to feel it heat under my fingertips, drives me to get better.
I cough again, turning my head and covering my mouth.
I’ve ruined the moment.
I sag against the headboard, beyond tired. I have my fated mate right here, taking care of me, and yet I should have started the claiming process to ease us both.
The drive is there. It’s burning what’s left of my blood, but my muscles are too weak.
Nariko pulls my hand away from my face, frowning when she sees the blood. Her cheeks are still pink, and her arousal sits on the back of my tongue, a reminder to get better so I can taste her for myself.
She fans herself, the mating heat beginning to heighten. If I don’t get better soon, both of us will die. Nariko tosses her hair into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face.
“Let’s get you better. We’ll walk before we run, okay?”
I barely hear her. My eyes zero in on her neck, my enhanced vision able to see the pulse beneath her skin. There’s a sheen of sweat just above her collarbone, small beads that hold so much flavor and are waiting for me to lick them free from her body.
She feeds me, allowing my arms to rest by my sides. We fall into an easy silence, a comfortable one. Nariko snags a tissue and dabs under my eyes, but her worry is heavier than the truck I nearly died in with my brother, smothering me.
There’s blood on the tissue.
I reach to touch where she dabbed, only to pull my fingers away and see red. Blood is leaking from my eyes now. This has to be a bad sign. I must not be getting better, even with her blood zosui and tea.
“Tell me what it’s like being a vampire. How were you turned? I know it was when your brother died, but how?” her gentle, calm voice asks, shoving more soup in my mouth.
I have to say, it’s not as much blood as I need, but tasting her does ease the pain, even if it’s just a little.
“It’s not horrible. There are a lot of perks.
I heal fast with normal circumstances, speed, enhanced hearing, longer lifespan—not that I really care about that.
At least, I didn’t. Not until now.” I drag my claws down her arm, in a caring, slow manner, until one of them comes off.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t…that’s disgusting.
I’m literally falling apart on you.” I snag the claw and hold it tight in my fist.
With both hands, she covers mine, pries my fingers free, and takes the nail, setting it on the nightstand. “I don’t mind. You’ll be better soon. I’ll make sure of it. We have a lot to plan, don’t we? I can’t dance under the stars alone.”
“You could,” I point out.
“They wouldn’t be as beautiful without sharing them with you. So no, I couldn’t.” She grabs the tea next. “Drink. It’s good for you. It’s bitter melon tea. It’s rich in vitamins.”
“I’m a vampire. I don’t think it matters.”
She narrows her eyes at me and tilts her head with sass. “Do you think it will hurt you, or are you willing to try anything given your condition?”
I smirk, loving her feistiness. “You’re right.”
“Drink the damn tea and finish the soup.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I sip the tea as she orders. It’s warm, soothing my throat. The small amount of blood mixed in energizes me. It heals me enough for a few seconds at a time to feel better, but my metabolism is burning the little blood she is giving me at a fast rate. It’s why I’m not healing.
I need more.
“Good boy.” She means it as a joke, but the tips of my ears heat and turn bright red from the praise.
No one has ever called me that.
I like it.
And I want more.