Page 115 of Eternal Devotion

Mordecai hissed, digging his fingernails into my hips. “Mercy, Ensley. Slow down. You’ll be the death of me.”

Settled, I judged the playful look in his eyes before teasing back. “How’s that possible? Aren’t you dead already?”

He groaned. “You’d make a terrible comedian. What is it they say?”

“Don’t quit your day job?”

“Yes. That’s it. Don’t quit your day job.”

“Noted.” I adjusted, comfortable with the intrusion, and rose a short way before descending again.

“Oh, damn. Nngh… You bastard. I’m losing the plot already.”

“My god, I love your words. What does that even mean?”

We both laughed, but it quickly faded as I found a solid rhythm that drove us beyond conversation.

Mordecai braced his hands on my chest, keeping a distance between us. I guessed from the previous time that it might have something to do with not wanting to bite me too early. I suspected the temptation was overpowering, no matter how many times he complained about not liking it or wanting it.

I rode him, gyrating my hips to properly milk his cock, clasping his forearms for balance. His lashes fluttered. His lips parted, and ripples of pleasure he couldn’t disguise played out expressively over his face. At one point, I spat in my hand and stroked myself, pushing the limit as Mordecai’s burgundy eyes blazed.

From between the scarlet parting of his lips, two gleaming eyeteeth, pointed and prominent, drew my attention. Hypnotized, my blood tingled and raced through my veins. The closer he got to orgasm, the higher his top lip rose over those dangerous fangs, exposing them more.

He twitched and trembled, and I imagined the surge of pleasure became harder to control. When he tucked a hand around the back of my neck and drew me closer, I went willingly, bursting with anticipation.

“I’m nearly beyond the point of control, Ensley. If you don’t want this, you need to get away from me. I won’t be able to stop once I start.”

“I want it.”

Mordecai whimpered, whether from despair at my easy acquiescence or the unquenchable thirst racing through him, I didn’t know. By that point, Mordecai was actively thrusting into me, pounding with a punishing rhythm. The slap of skin as loud as my erratic breathing and thundering heart.

Mordecai found his way to my neck, and I stroked my cock faster in anticipation. His lips lingered around the thumping artery, his tongue pressing against the area as though savoring the feel, but he moved on swiftly and settled in a slightly different location. The same spot as before.

The sudden sting made me gasp and jolt, but Mordecai anticipated my reaction like the previous time and held fast to the other side of my head, keeping me in place.

The initial release was shockingly cold, like being injected with something rather than rapidly losing the one thing keeping me alive. Perhaps I should have been afraid, but I wasn’t. In fact, part of me wondered what would happen if he took it too far. Drank too much. Would I be angry? Would I embrace the change as he couldn’t?

Almost instantly, the jarring cold faded, and a surge of numbness blanketed the prick of pain. Then, a tingling warmth flooded my system, not localized in my neck, but erupting everywhere at once, like my collective cells were gathering a static charge. The culmination of all that uncontrolled energy surged to unthinkable heights. Before I knew it, I was coming with the intensity of a nuclear blast. So strong and unexpected was the orgasm that my vision dimmed.

It went on for ages, and I quivered with the residual quakes and twitches until the last pulse abandoned me.

I was so out of it that I missed Mordecai’s release. I registered it must have happened around the same time by the way he mercilessly rammed into my ass and clung with one arm around my waist as the other anchored me against his mouth.

A wild sense of vertigo made my vision swim. As I wondered if maybe Mordecai wasn’t going to stop this time and if I’d lost too much blood, as my body grew heavy with an anesthetic surrender, he withdrew.

Clumsy and no longer in full control of my limbs, I swung my far too heavy head around with every intent of looking at him and sharing a smile, but I accidentally knocked his chin as he was pulling away. The thunk rattled my brain and made my eyes cross.

Mordecai hissed as his head snapped in the opposite direction.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” I felt high or drunk. Even my words were partly slurred. “Are you okay?”

He tongued his lip where a dark trickle of blood oozed slowly down his chin.

Why I did it, I had no idea. My brain was woozy and not firing on all cylinders. The action was meant to be playful, a joke, and I honestly thought it was my blood running from his mouth.

Extending my tongue, I moved as swiftly as my sluggish body would allow and aimed to lap up that escaped dribble. I didn’t fear the coppery tang. Our kisses last time had been laced with that flavor after he’d fed. Who cared?

Little did I know that I came within centimeters of altering the entire course of my life.