The Vampire Pendant by Sheri Whitefeather Read Free Book Online

“Suck cock?”
    She faked a gasp. “You shock me, sir.”
    He indulged her game. “It’s what you requested, madam.”
    “So it is.” She twined the fallen piece of her hair, wrapping it around her finger, playing coy. “How bohemian of me.”
    “The innocent bohemian. It’s enough to drive a man wild.”
    He kissed her, their tongues meeting and mating. He raised the hem of her gown, too, scratching his nails along her leg and putting a deliberate run in her old-fashioned stockings.
    Soon the limo dropped them off at the hotel, and as they exited the car, Tessa felt like a delightfully promiscuous woman.
    They entered the bungalow, and he stripped down to his pants.
    “Your turn,” he said.
    She removed everything but her lingerie.
    “You have a lovely figure, Tessa.”
    After the fire, she hadn’t taken much stock in anything about herself, much less her figure. “I’ve always been lean.”
    “It suits you. Small, high round breasts, nicely curved hips.”
    “I’m enamored of your body, too.” She ached to touch him, to caress his ridges and planes, the flesh, bone, and naturally formed muscle. But mostly she wanted to put her mouth where it counted.
    They finished undressing, the remainder of their clothes falling by the wayside. She kept the corsage in place, just as she’d said she would.
    Once they were in bed, they climbed into the sixty-nine position, and she experimented, running her tongue around the head of his cock. Instant electricity. He bucked on contact, and she smiled like a siren.
    She played with her new toy, fondling the balls, gripping the base, and using the roses on her wrist to tease him.
    Finally, she took him in her mouth. She wasn’t able to take him all the way, but it was fun trying. He was fully erect.
    He moaned, and she tasted pre-cum at the tip. She almost forgot that he was going to feed from her.
    Until he moved closer to her thigh and breathed anxiously against her skin.
    She tensed, her legs going taut. This had been her lustful idea, but that didn’t help her nerves from kicking in.
    “Relax,” he said.
    He’d told her that last night, too, when he’d drunk from the vein in her neck.
    “I can’t help being a little scared.”
    “It’s important for you to relax. Not only for you, but for me. When muscles are relaxed, the valves in your veins close, keeping the blood in place.”
    To distract herself, she went back to nursing his cock. Besides, once the euphoria of being fed upon overcame her, she wouldn’t know what hit her. She would be happily drugged.
    Too drugged to know if he drank too much?
    Zap.
    He pierced her thigh, his fangs razor sharp. Twin blades of pain. Twin blades of excitement. Tessa couldn’t see his face, but she envisioned his transformation, imagining the red of his eyes, the vampire hunger coursing through him.
    Anthony went after her femoral artery, drinking from a vein that provided blood to her thigh. He’d never fed from this spot on anyone before, and it was dangerously lewd.
    Especially with her giving him a blow job. The pressure. The motion. The sinful joy. But he’d vowed not to take too much, and he wouldn’t. Somehow, someway, he would stop himself from overindulging.
    But saint’s alive, he couldn’t imagine anything better. She pleasured him with ladylike suction.
    She gave incredible head.
    Yes, he thought, she was a natural. Of course by now, the feeding was starting to affect her senses.
    His senses were affected, too. Tessa’s blood tasted like the richest, full-bodied, most flavorful wine. It was easy to get drunk on her.
    She paused long enough to whisper, “Drink, Anthony, drink.”
    Her words rippled across his cock, and he took the offering. He drank and drank.
    And drank some more.
    She had a lush little mouth, and he was fucking it, matching her rhythm to heighten the feeling.
    All he wanted was to come.
    And drink.
    And come.
    But if he didn’t come soon, he would leave her weak and depleted.
    Tessa