8. Bloody Mess
It’s been a few days since I’ve tasted Jade. That night at the race, Jade was an absolute mess after Spade left her. So I snuck into her house, drugged her and had some fun. Don’t fucking judge me. I needed her docile before coming back full force. I’m in the middle of Calculus which is the only class I have with my girl. The slightest scent of blood hits my nostrils and I damn near growl in the middle of class. Taking out my phone I send out a text.
Me: You’re leaking. Get in the bathroom. I’ll clean you up.
She spins in her seat, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as her eyes narrow into a murderous glare, and I can’t help but smirk as I wink at her.
Me: Do it. Now.
Jade: How the fuck?
Me: You should know me better than that. I can smell you and I’m dying to taste you.
I look over and see her squeezing her thighs together.
Jade: Now?
Me: Yes, excuse yourself to the bathroom and go to the one by the library. I’ll meet you there. Don’t you dare clean up.
Jade: For fucks sake.
Me: You have 5 seconds to get that sexy ass up and out of here before I get on my knees and shove my face between your thighs in front of everyone.
Jade: Jamie.
Me: 5
Jade: Fine.
Me: 4
She starts scrambling to get her things together.
Me: 3
She’s up and out of her seat before I can send another countdown, darting out of the room, not looking back. I give her about thirty seconds until it’s my turn to dip out of the class with the teacher yelling my name, but I don’t care, I need her and her blood. The primal urge to feast is seemingly out of fucking control. I’m at the bathroom in no time at all. I slam the door open and she jumps. Her eyes burst wide with lust, knowing what’s going to happen next. I shut the door and turn the lock without turning around, keeping my eyes locked onto her.
“Sit on the counter and spread your legs!” I command.
“Jamie, I–,” I don’t let her finish the sentence. Stalking over to her, I capture her sinful lips with mine and suck the bottom one into my mouth. I lift her onto the counter, spread her legs, and sink to my knees. She tries to close them, but I growl, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. Noticing she’s not wearing any panties, I look up at her,
“Good girl, My Blood Queen.” Her body shivers at my praise.
“Lean back against the mirror.” I say, pulling her ass towards the edge of the counter, placing each leg over my shoulders and licking the blood smeared on each thigh. I tug on the little string and pull the blood plug out. Placing it down on the counter, I look up at her as I lick from cunt to clit, taking my time flicking her piercing. I growl, loving the way she tastes and the little sounds that leave her mouth. Just her presence has my dick hard for her. God, this girl. Fuck. I continue to lap up her bloody arousal. She moans, grabbing my hair as I flick her little clit rapidly, her thighs shaking with every swipe of my tongue on her piercing.
“Don’t stop, Mo Gra. Please, don’t stop.” She begs, grinding her pussy against my face. I pull away and she growls at me.
“You taste so fucking good. Your blood drives me insane,” I groan as I bite her thigh. She jumps, but pulls my face where she wants me. I grab her ass with both of my hands and dive back into her roughly. Licking, sucking and biting until she”s a mess on the counter, seconds away from climaxing.
“Give me your cum.” I command.
“Fuck, Jamie, do that thing with your tongue; that little combo I like.” I flick, lick and bite over and over again.
“Yes, yes, just like that. Fuck. Fuckkkk I’m going to cum!” She screams as she pulls my hair, arching her back in ecstasy.
I smash my hand over her mouth and push her face into the mirror, holding her still. She bites my hand as she cums down my throat, making a fucking mess of the counter, and my face. Fuck, she’s perfect.
Just when she thinks I’m going to let her come down, I stand, take my cock out and slam right into her. Still holding her face against the mirror as I take what I want until she’s cumming on my cock, leaving it bloody in her release. It”s not long after that, I’m cumming so hard, stars litter my eyes and my vision goes almost black. Glowing eyes are all that greet me and I move to smash the mirror. I start to sway, but Jade grabs me before I fall. What the fuck was that?
“Jamie, Jamie. You okay, baby?” She asks, her hands cupping my cheeks. I blink once, twice, and her green eyes come into vision.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you alright?” I ask with concern laced in my tone.
“I didn’t hurt you, right?” I step back, looking down at the glass shards glistening in my skin. I look up at her and take another step back but she doesn”t let me. She wets a paper towel with soap and water and cleans my face and hands.
“No, the monster didn’t hurt me, I promise.” She says, trying to ease me.
“We were so close.”
“It should have been her face, not the mirror.”
“She will be dead soon enough.”
I shake my head to clear the voices. I’ve been the Carver for so long I forgot who the fuck I really was. Jade’s hands bring my thoughts back to the forefront.
“Jameson?” She asks, kissing my lips tenderly.
“Yes, Princess. I see the monster hasn’t hurt you. I’m still alive.” I chuckle, but she doesn’t laugh.
“It’s not funny.” She says, but I roll my eyes. Her sweet lips greet mine and whispers, “I’ve missed you, baby. Try to stay with me a little longer. It would be nice for your dickish self to make his presence known,” she smirks.
“Oh, so you love my dick, huh?” I smile, showing off my dimple she loves so much as I tickle her sides. Her laugh does something to my heart. It feels like it cracked open just a little more. She grabs my face once more and kisses my cheek. I try to capture her lips to taste her, but she turns her head and I growl.
“Growl at me all you want. But you”re not kissing me until you rinse that mouth out! That”s a hard limit for me buddy.” She says, and I smirk.
“You weren”t complaining a few nights ago.” I say as I clean my dick off and tuck him back into my pants.
“That’s because you fucking drugged me, asshole.” She laughs. God I–
“So are we going back to class or can we get the fuck out of here?” She asks before I can even finish my thought.
“What do you want to do, Princess?” I ask. Anything she wants, she gets.
“Can we go home and watch a movie?” She asks with slight hesitation. I smile. Home. I love when she calls her house ‘our’ home. My black heart cracks a little bit more and I shake my head yes as I take her hand and lead her out of the bathroom.
Home with her is where I want to be most. But before I can even enjoy the happy moment, my fucking phone pings. Taking it out of my school jacket, I see it”s my father. I already want to smash my phone before I even have to open the thread.
Dalton: Does she know you’re the reason she was raped?
And just like that, all the happiness vanishes into thin air.