Chapter 7 #2
After staring at my finger for another minute and deciding it was as boring as watching paint dry, I focused on the vial of vampire blood sitting on the counter again.
Okay. Okay, I could do this.
So far, I’d only drunk the blood in my wine or iced tea. I hadn’t tried it all by itself, but I kept wondering if it really tasted as good as it seemed to. Every time I drank some and got that chocolaty flavoring, I wanted to find out.
I couldn’t help it. I had to know exactly what it tasted like. Maybe that chocolaty flavor hadn’t been the blood at all. Maybe I’d just found some really good wine.
Although, how I’d tasted that specific flavor in my tea was another story.
Taking a fortifying breath, I opened the lid and gingerly moved it close to my nose. I took a sniff, preparing to gag, but when I breathed it in, I realized it actually smelled… good.
Fucking chocolaty.
Shit.
That meant the vampire blood really did taste good, didn’t it?
With a sigh and a lot less apprehension than I’d started with, I dipped my finger into the blood and immediately shoved it in my mouth, not allowing even a single drop to fall to the ground.
A moment later, I moaned around my finger.
Holy shit, it tasted even better by itself than it had in my drink.
I licked my finger clean, making sure I got all of it into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure again before sighing.
Fuck me, I wanted more.
I stared at the vial that was supposed to last me until the end of the week. Crapola. I couldn’t take more. Not without messing up my supply.
But daaaaaaamn did I want it.
“Finished licking yourself in there?”
Zaos’s voice made me jump so bad, I almost fumbled the vial. My heart leapt into my throat, then pounded away rapidly. With my hand on my chest, I turned to him. “What the fuck, Zay? You scared the shit out of me.”
He let out a chuckle and walked toward me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Hey, mezelie. I didn’t mean to scare you that badly. Sorry.”
“Bullshit. You totally meant to scare me.” I couldn’t keep myself from laughing a little.
He held up his finger and thumb, showing only an inch between them. “Just a little.”
“Uh-huh.” I rolled my eyes and gave his chest a small push.
He didn’t even move a centimeter and simply grabbed my hand, pressed a kiss to my fingers, and placed it flat on his chest over his heart. “What’re you up to in here? Running experiments?”
I sighed. I hadn’t expected him back from the store so soon—we needed groceries, so he’d run out before the sun even came out.
The construction crew and Zay’s grandparents would be here soon.
I should’ve tried this when he was in class later so he wouldn’t have caught me, but I hadn’t wanted to wait.
The curiosity had been killing me. Oh well.
“Um, yeah. I was testing out the taste of vampire blood compared to human.”
He nodded. “Where’d you get the human blood?”
I winced. “Um… I cut my finger.”
He froze, then slowly turned his face to mine. “You cut yourself for this?”
“Uh… yeah. I did.”
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, obviously calming himself down. “Hugo, I say this with all the love in the world… what the fuck?”
I snorted and shook my head. “It was just a little tiny cut. It was so small, it’s already healed.” I held up my finger to show him. There wasn’t even a scar or anything.
He examined my finger, then pressed a kiss to the very spot I’d cut. To my surprise, he sucked my finger into his mouth, and I saw a flick of his incubus shadow come out.
“Oh, is that how it is?” My belly swooped, and my dick twitched, definitely interested in whatever Zay wanted to do.
He nodded his head. “Yep. But only after you tell me what you thought of the blood.” He grabbed my hips and lifted me effortlessly onto the counter next to my little experiment.
“Vampire blood tastes like chocolate wine or something. Human blood is disgusting.”
He nodded. “Makes sense, but just so you know, if you were a vampire, you’d like the taste of human blood too.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Are you sure about that?”
“I’ve never met a vamp that didn’t like the taste of human blood, of any blood, really. Some have preferences, but I’ve never met one who hated any type.”
Hm. That was something to think on. I nodded and shrugged. But just because he’d never heard of it didn’t mean there wasn’t someone out there like that.
As if hearing my thoughts—and hell, maybe he had—he nodded.
“That’s true. Maybe there’s someone out there who doesn’t like it.
But, mezelie, there are so many different types of blood out there.
If you decide to be changed, I’m sure we could find one you like…
and you obviously already like vampire blood, so that’s a good sign, right? ”
I let out a long drawn-out sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t hate it. But the thought of having to actually bite into someone’s skin and suck blood out…” I shuddered. “That’s horrific.”
“We can work around that if we have to.”
“Fair.” I supposed that was true. Julius was putting his blood in vials for me after all.
“But what if it’s not possible to use a needle or whatever?
What if I have to use my teeth? I get that we can do it that way for the most part, but there’s always a possibility that I’ll still have to…
you know, bite someone.” I shuddered at the thought.
“What if it’s my blood? My skin you’re sucking on?”
“What?”
“It’s not uncommon for a vampire’s mate to give their viramore a little nibble now and then.
Some even take over feeding them full time.
There are supplements and potions that help the mate produce enough blood.
” His eyes were shining, clearly amused by this.
Or at least amused by my reaction to his words.
My eyebrows shot up, and as I pictured it, as I thought about sucking on Zay’s neck, or his wrist, or fuck, his inner thigh, I felt my dick twitch again. Holy shit. Did I actually think drinking from him would be sexy?
He hummed and moved even closer to me so his lips were right in front of mine. “Mm. It would be sexy.” He leaned down and kissed my neck. “It would be fun.” He moved up my neck, his lips lightly trailing along my skin and making me shiver. “I know I’d like it… a lot.”
He leaned in and gave my neck a bite, making me jump and laugh as he pretended to eat me, tickling the shit out of me.
I laughed and pushed on him, and he laughed loudly, continuing to tickle me for another minute.
But then his touches went from tickle-fest to caressing, and I sighed, wrapping my arms and legs around him as I pulled him more firmly against me.
He sucked on the skin of my neck with another hum before letting go. “You actually do taste good.”
I snorted. “Skin is not blood.”
He shrugged and smiled at me, meeting my gaze. “I bet that tastes good too.”
“It really doesn’t.”
He snorted and pecked my lips before letting out an annoyed sigh and resting his forehead against mine. “I hear people in our backyard.”
I glanced toward the window, but the curtain was blocking my view. “Really?”
“Yep. Annnnddd Granddad and Grandpa just got here too. Ugh. Let’s go greet them before they catch us like this.”