Chapter 4
Amara mewled and snarled into the bedding as Nick came in hard, jerking thrusts.
She was aching with the need to come, so close yet somehow completely locked away from it.
Her talons shredded the mattress unthinkingly, and her fangs gnashed together ineffectively.
The only satisfaction she had was in accepting the mark of this potent male.
Regardless of being locked in with him alone or locked in a whole room of them, this was the male she would have wanted.
He was the most powerful; the most potent.
He was what she needed. Her match. Her mate.
Amara heard him grunting as the spasms of his orgasm subsided.
But she knew, and maybe he did as well, that he hadn’t done what he had needed to do.
That was evidenced by how hard he remained inside of her.
She was glad he had come, though, because it made her so slick even as the scent of it pervaded her every cell.
She didn’t mind the mark at all, because she would do the same in return.
He was now hers, and woe to any bitch who thought to approach him.
She could feel him fucking her relentlessly, realizing he had somehow forgotten something so his release had no true satisfaction to it.
She had no more of an idea than he did as to what it was they both needed, but neither would stop until they figured it out.
Amara suspected, though, it had something to do with the aching, empty feel of her belly.
The hollow starvation screaming for fulfillment.
Just as her body screamed for fulfillment.
Pushing away from their connection, bearing his resistant, clawing attempt to hold her into his dominant positioning, Amara turned over on the bed and faced the beast who was her lover head on.
The moment she saw his descended fangs, the gleam sharp and primitive, her body’s response was just as primal.
Nick seemed to feel a similar reaction when he saw her toothy grin, and he fell on her eagerly.
Tongues and teeth clashed in biting kisses, both of their lips paying the price in blood.
Their tangy flavors combined and they both moaned and moved in restless need.
“Give me your cock again,” she begged him, her sharp nails clawing down his back until he howled in the pleasurable agony of it.
He shoved into her in a single, gliding thrust and she immediately felt the difference.
Oh, he was as brutish and big as before, despite his having come so recently, but what was different was the way she felt in reaction to his invasion.
With the tartness of their blood on her tongue, she suddenly felt like she could burst in just a few strokes.
To that effect, she dug her nails into his buttocks in encouragement.
The pain made him surge deep, and then retaliation for that pain made him brutal.
He banged into her in hard, wicked thrusts, the sound of wet, slapping flesh filling the small room as he drilled deep with grinding surges of his hips.
Amara felt it all, and her body coiled in pleasure.
So close! She was coming so close! But it seemed the closer she came to the crest of pleasure, the more cruel her distracting starvation became.
Crying out in frustration, she dragged her male down to her breasts in hopes he could do something to help her.
The lave of his flat tongue scraping across her sensitive nipples was a damn good start.
Then he was biting at them, chewing on the points in voracious little nibbles and she felt her vagina drench him in a flash flood of hot juices in response.
Her whole body burned with need and she keened for release.
Then, without knowing why, she sank a hand into his hair and jerked him up to her so she could burrow her face into his neck right where it met his shoulder.
She sniffed him, could smell the testosterone pumping thickly through him on its adrenaline piggyback ride.
She wanted to just taste him. To take a bite. The craving of it was overwhelming.
Amara’s fangs sank deep into his thick neck.
Several things happened all at once. His blood burst onto her palate, and it was by far the most erotically delicious flavor her tongue had ever encountered.
He was full of so many male hormones, to match the irresistible reek of his pheromones which had made it impossible to stay away from him despite his requests, earlier.
Her mouth filled and she swallowed him down. Finally the agony in her belly eased.
And instantly, her body released.
Amara came, her orgasm hitting her so hard and so fast that her head whipped back in such a violent way that she tore through the flesh of her lover’s neck.
Heedless of the blood pouring from his wound, she writhed as wild spasms of pleasure shook and rode through her like an electrical current.
She was squeezing the rigid flesh inside her body, her back arching up hard as her bloodstained breasts thrust up at him.
When he suddenly sank his teeth into her breast, his fangs piercing deeply above and below her nipple, she came again.
She cried out, her vagina wrenching around him as he, too, began to climax once more.
He suckled at her greedily, and she felt her blood pouring into his throat with each hungry draw.
He humped hard into her, their pelvises smashing together as he spent himself to the utmost.
They collapsed together on the bed, a panting tangle of sweaty limbs covered in sticky blood and come.
Amara sniffed at the aroma of freshly flowing blood and turned to lick and suck at the damage she’d done to his neck.
She licked the area clean and slowly continued to do so until the bleeding eased and finally stopped altogether.
She realized it soothed him, what she was doing, because he kind of purred in approval, and then thought to imitate her kindness against her bitten breast. Tingles of blissfulness radiated out from the swipes of his rough tongue, and need rekindled when he found himself constantly attracted by the thrust of her nipple.
He sucked at her again and again, and she sighed and moaned in encouragement.
When she stopped bleeding from where he had fed from her, he switched to the other side.
Amara took note that his fangs had retracted quite a bit, and so had her own.
Her famished belly was not so keen any longer, but neither was she fully sated.
Certainly not as sated as her male clearly was.
All of his desperation and dominance had subsided into lazy contentment.
He had, she realized, taken far more from her than she had taken from him.
Taken blood.
Reality suddenly rushed in on Amara with horrifying coldness and she shoved hard against the man lying heavily on top of her, his penis still half hard and deep inside of her.
He rose up at her urging, his hands braced by her shoulders, and the minute he saw the look on her face, the chill of knowing rode over him just as fast and hard.
His sea-green eyes widened as they raked down over their naked, bloodstained bodies.
Nick surged off of her and the bed in a single violent movement, hurtling himself away until his back hit the opposite wall of the small cell.
“Oh, my God,” he rasped. “What—What have I done? What did they do to us?”
Amara sat up and together they looked at the evidence before them.
Her nails had grown long and curved, as sharply pointed as a cat’s with a visible quick under the opaque white.
Yet, even as she watched with her heart racing, they began to retract and re-form until they eventually became a set of beautifully long, feminine nails that were armor hard and brightly healthy.
She had always had such weak, flimsy nails that the difference made quite an impact on her.
Nick was watching the same thing happen for himself.
His talons had been thicker, a little bit darker, and visibly stronger than her own.
When they fully retracted, though, they were a tiny bit long for a man, but not as hers were.
Almost simultaneously, they both reached to touch their protruding teeth.
All the rest were quite normal, just as squared off and blunt as always, perfect for gripping and holding prey while the newer teeth did the job of puncturing.
Again, even as they examined themselves, the changed attribute began to withdraw from their ready positions, making Amara’s jaw ache as everything seemed to shift.
The fangs, she realized, were not a part of the front row of natural teeth, but were instead extraneous to them, set flush in front of them.
They were also at a distance of about an inch apart from one another.
Once they were fully retracted, they were no more than white pointed nubs hidden beneath her lips even when she smiled her widest.
Amara watched as Nick looked down at his resting cock, examining himself a little tentatively.
She recalled how enormous he had been and realized why he was curious.
Even without being erect, he was still of impressive size, but she had no idea if this was normal for him or not.
Her slightly sore vaginal walls were ready to guess not.
“Fuck,” Nick hissed. “I never lacked for size, but this is ridiculous.”
Well, Amara thought, that answers that question. What was strange, however, was that she took note of each physical difference almost clinically. She saw the benefits to having stronger nails, teeth that could tear, and a lover with a gorgeously huge cock.
And that made her really realize what they’d done to each other. Not only had they thrown away all inhibitions and had mad, animalistic sex together in spite of being absolute strangers, but they had drunk each other’s blood.