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“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before; not like this. I’ve had some demon blood, but it didn’t affect me as expected or hoped. This was different.”

The demon blood should have given me the ability to see auras but all it did was enhance my intuition. Useful, but it only worked at close range for whatever reason. Regardless, I let my friends believe I could see auras and due to the intuition benefits I’d gained; they were none the wiser.

Brittney sat there—she didn’t have a choice—eyeing me, looking me up and down, searching for a visible sign. Things were different, certainly, and it had nothing to do with Fae blood. Did she have any idea how perfect she was?

After I carefully stored the rest of the Fae blood, I spelled the drawer I tucked it into and stood.

I ran my hands up her legs and under her skirt, enjoying the satiny texture of the stockings, and then the silken softness of her thighs. Her lips parted, and her eyelids drooped while her breathing deepened. Her nipples hardened beneath the bodice of the dress, forming two tempting points. I bit one, and she squeaked, trying to jerk backward before she attempted to push forward for more.

Her skin pebbled while I slowly rolled the stockings down, making sure to lick the inside of her thigh as I did so. Her shoes were flung across the room, and the clatter forgotten when I switched to her other leg.

Brittney’s fragrance wrapped around me, her sweet vanilla scent mixing with the heady musk between her legs. It was so strong I could have sworn I tasted her from the inside out. My fangs descended, and I bit deeply into her flesh, letting her blood flow over my tongue and down my throat. She was an indulgence I would never tire of.

The experience was heaven the last couple of times I drank from her, but I stilled a fraction of a second as I realized this occasion was different. It wasn’t that I knew I wasn’t ever going to let her go, and it wasn’t that I hadn’t realized the magnitude of my feelings for her.

It was the Fae blood enhancing everything sensual, tactile, and it was all-encompassing. Like I’d thrown myself off a cliff in a fit of drugged ecstasy. She was my own personal shot of heroin.

Ripping her panties away, I shoved my mouth against her, licking and sucking on the space between her thighs, inhaling every drop of her juices without taking a breath. She longed to move, but I wouldn’t relent, feeling the strain of her muscles as she fought the magic I’d cast over her.

When I looked up, her mouth was stretched open and a keening sound emanated from between her lips. I felt myself smile against her pussy. More than anything, she wanted to writhe around—and I wouldn’t let her.

And she loved every minute I restrained her.

CHAPTER 22

Kiam

“Holy shit... holy shit,” Brittney mumbled. “Kiam, please.”

My cock was more than ready for her; it was dripping inside my pants. I plucked her off the shelf and placed her in front of me. “On your knees,” I ordered her.

She blinked, and then did as I said, almost falling over because her legs were shaking so hard. She looked better than beautiful, with her face in front of my groin. Her big eyes flicked up to me, and her breasts begged me to bite into them, displayed perfectly in the tight bodice of the dress I’d put her in. Dressing her up was one of the best ideas I ever had.

Brittney tilted her head back and bit her lips before opening her mouth. I was going to come right in my pants if I kept staring at her.

My hand trembled as I unfastened my belt and lowered my pants. My cock in hand, I rubbed it over her lips, painting them with my moisture. They shined in the candlelight, the perfect gloss for my girl.

I wrapped my hand around the base and tapped my cock against her mouth. Obediently she opened and rolled her tongue around my length. Her cheeks hollowed as she began sucking, taking me deeper and deeper before drawing back to the tip.

She rocked on her knees, squatting slightly and rubbing her thighs together as she hummed her pleasure, sending waves of bliss down my spine. My hips jerked against her face, and I grabbed the back of her head, clenching her hair with my fists as I drove into her.

Choking and spluttering around my cock, I held her there for a moment before I suddenly grabbed her and picked her up so I could be inside her. My eyes rolled back as her pussy clamped around me greedily.

When I moaned, she gripped me harder and placed her hands on my shoulders to lift herself up before sliding back down. She was so lost in pleasure; she never noticed me move.

Setting her down in the center of my ceremonial circle, she immediately reached for me and I lowered myself over her and dove back in. The tiny gasps and whimpers that left her mouth sealed themselves into my memory, every musical note sweeter than the last.

Right before I came, I dragged a fang across my wrist and held it to her mouth. Droplets spilled onto her lips and inside her gaping mouth, her tongue naturally swiping at the unexpected liquid.

Her eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing?” she whispered, moving her hips against me, seeking friction.

“Drink,” I demanded, pressing my hand against her mouth. “You think I’m going to let you go anywhere?”

Understanding dawned on her, and she tentatively slid her tongue along my skin. She looked away before glancing at me again, and then she sealed her mouth against the cut.

Peace filled my soul as I emptied myself inside her pussy with a long, drawn-out moan.

The two of us lay silently for several minutes before I dragged myself off her and reached for her hand. “I’m not going to turn into a vampire now, am I?” she asked. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”