Chapter 9 – Lamia #2
“Usually my feedings are more like…an attack,” I say, and feel the other two gargoyles glaring at me, but focus on Ryker. “But maybe…maybe I should just try sitting in your lap?”
He raises a brow, but then opens his arms as if to welcome me closer.
Heart racing, I crawl toward him, then very slowly sit into his lap.
“You’re sure?” I whisper, my gaze going from his tense face to the pulse in his throat.
He nods. “Just get it over with.”
I nod, close my eyes, and lean in closer. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I breathe in the scent of him. The dark chocolate that isn’t quite sweet, and not the smell of sex, more like a strawberry undercurrent that somehow makes me think of sex. Moving closer, my tongue flicks out, licking his pulse.
His hands grasp my upper arms lightly, but he doesn’t pull me back.
“I’m going to bite you now,” I say, my voice bizarrely husky.
He nods.
My fangs slowly elongate. And then, gently, oh so gently, I lean closer. Using the sharp ends of my teeth, I sink into his soft flesh.
We both groan together, and then his blood fills my mouth.
And it’s fucking amazing. Just as sweet and deep as I remember it being, and it courses through me and within me.
One of my hands buries in his hair as I tilt him for better access.
He’s putty beneath my hands, letting me do what I want.
His pulse is racing. His delicious scent is consuming me.
For a time, I just feed, feeling my stomach filling for the first time in a lifetime. And then I’m aware of something else, the desire that has only come from feeding on these men.
The instant I’m aware of it, it’s overwhelming. It’s like one of my needs has been met, but the other is raging within me. I feel myself growing hot and wet. I shift in his lap, noticing for the first time his erection. It presses into me, like a promise of more.
I move so that I’m straddling him, my teeth leaving his throat for only a moment, before moving to the other side and sinking in.
He groans, and a shiver moves down my spine.
I find myself rubbing against him, my dress drawn up past my thighs. And for the first time, I feel satisfied that I’m not wearing underwear.
His pants between us are like a cruel barrier. I can picture perfectly in my mind how easy it would be to have him plunging deeply inside of me. And everything within me starts to tighten.
It would be glorious. My teeth inside of him, his blood coating my tongue, and his shaft plunging in and out of me, drawing the tension out of my body with each stroke.
He makes a soft sound and his hands tighten on my hips, pressing me harder against his erection. He suddenly lies back in the sand, and I reach for the button of his pants.
Suddenly, I’m yanked off of him.
Head spinning, I find myself lying thrown on the sand. Darius stands between me and Ryker, his sword drawn. It takes a long time for my mind to make sense of it.
“Are you okay?” he asks Ryker, but he’s staring at me.
Ryker rises to a sitting position and touches his neck. The small holes from my teeth are barely visible, and already healing. “Yeah,” he says, but he sounds confused.
“Well, that was...uh...” Vincent trails off, and I glance at the other gargoyle.
He looks uncomfortable.
“How do you feel?” Darius asks me.
I feel frustrated, empty, and aching.
“Horny.” The word leaves my mouth like an embarrassing bomb.
His mouth drops open.
I feel my cheeks heat. “I meant…I wish I was wearing underwear.”
Fuck! Have I completely forgotten how to interact with people? Or are these three just making me a mess?
“I was asking,” Darius continues, looking like he has no idea what to say, “if you’re still hungry?”
I freeze, trying to push aside my embarrassment, and search within myself. “No.”
The word shocks me. Has there ever been a time that I wasn’t hungry since becoming this thing?
And then, I start to cry. I’m ashamed that I do, but feeling full is just so glorious.
“Are you okay?” Ryker asks. He reaches for me, then drops his hand.
I nod, wiping the tears from my face. “It’s just so nice not to be hungry.”
“You’re usually hungry?” Darius asks, each word slow and careful.
“Starving!” And I cry harder. “It’s this constant ache inside of me that has no end.”
He looks away from me. “I didn’t know it was like that.”
What must they be thinking about me?
“I’m sorry,” I say, fighting my tears. “Between my lack of all social skills, being a blood-thirsty monster, and crying, you guys must be regretting helping me. But don’t, I’ll get myself together.
Okay? I won’t be this much of a mess the whole time.
I’m just…I’ve been alone, hungry, and hopeless for so long. ”
Suddenly, it’s very important to me that they understand. If they leave now, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I don’t think I could keep going.
Darius slowly puts his sword away. “We have things to discuss. Maybe you should…get some rest.”
I nod, wiping the tears off my face and trying to pull it together.
The men go near the fire, but I feel their gazes swinging back to me far too often. And I don’t blame them. What must it be like to see a monster cry? What must they think of the creature that killed them and ruined their lives?
Not knowing what else to do, I lay down where I am and sleep. The first fully peaceful sleep I’ve had in longer than I can remember. One without the constant gnawing in my belly.
And even though I know these men are only here to end the curse and be free of me, I don’t care. Not if it can make this never-ending life a little less horrible.