31. Vameer
Vameer
Ilean back against the wall and stare at the stars while I squeeze my dick through my robe.
I am a warrior. I have discipline.
The purr that tore out of me at the sound of my mate reaching her peak is still reverberating through my bones.
I’ve heard of vampires purring, know of its effects. But I’ve never done it before.
I slowly inhale the scent of chocolatey apples and put intention into stopping my purr.
The intensity lowers. But… my purr remains.
I step away from the wall, close my eyes, and try again.
The throb in my cock distracts me, and my quiet purr continues.
I breathe.
Apples.
Chocolate.
My thoughts pause.
Her blood tasted like chocolate. She wasn’t injured when I scented her outside.
Is she bleeding between her legs?
Another thread snaps on my shorts.
I drag my tongue over my fang as I pull in another lungful of cocoa-tinted air.
Then I have to grip my cock even tighter. Because I remember.
Just like the purr, I’ve heard of this before too.
As mates, our blood will be special to each other. It gives our mate enormous power when consumed, and it tastes uniquely delicious. Like chocolate.
But our sangue isn’t the only thing that tastes extra good to our mate.
I take another inhale. And I can’t stop my own moan.
I’m not smelling her blood.
I’m smelling her arousal.