by L. E. Wilson
Loneliness crept up on him, in spite of the nasty things he’d just done with the young human male on the plane. His hands stilled. With a sob, he released himself. He stood there with his rapidly deflating cock hanging out of his pants, his spirit defeated. Closing his eyes, he entertained the thought of walking outside and lying spread-eagle on the grass to greet the sun. At least then he could be with her again.
His longing was so deep that if he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he could smell her unique scent. Could hear the whisper of her gown. Could feel the touch of her hand on his naked flesh. He groaned as he imagined her stroking him, and his cock leapt to attention again.
Suddenly, he was forced to his knees. His eyes popped open as he felt a hand on either side of his skull tilting his head back. He blinked, a sound of disbelief escaping him as he stared into red eyes alight with horrors he hadn’t seen before.
Unseen hands lifted her gown and held it floating in the air above his head, exposing her sex to his mouth. Leeha smiled at him as she shoved his face roughly into her crotch. His tongue sought her clit eagerly, and he moaned at the essence that he thought he would never again taste. Fisting himself once again, he eagerly jacked off until her voice stopped him.
“Release that sorry excuse of manhood.” Her voice echoed through his mind, and he wondered if she was actually saying the words aloud or just speaking directly inside of his head. “You do not deserve any pleasure, Josiah. You are weak. You have displeased me.”
When he didn’t immediately obey her, his hand was forcibly ripped away. But it was too late. He ejaculated as his hand made that last trip upwards. It spurted out of him, splashing all over her shapely legs.
Her fingers tangled tightly in his hair and she forcibly rubbed herself against his mouth until she experienced her own pleasure. When she was finished, she shoved him away from her. He stared up at her in awe as she sneered down at him. “You can’t even obey my slightest command, can you? You are worthless, Josiah.” Her form flickered before him.
“No! No! Don’t go! Please don’t leave me again, Leeha!”
“Then you must make it worth the effort for me to stay.” Her voice was naught but a whisper now.
And she was gone.
Chapter 29
Christian took Ryan’s hand as they taxied down the runway, stilling its fidgeting. She was anxious. He could feel it. And it wasn’t just her clammy palm that was giving her away.
He studied her face. She was paler than normal, and a light sheen of sweat covered her skin. “Are you all right?”
She gave him a small smile that was more of a wince. “Not really.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
He thought he knew what it was, but he wanted to know how bad she was getting. “She’ashil, I can’t help you if you won’t tell me when it’s getting bad.”
She was quiet for a moment, and then she gave his hand a squeeze and released it. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she rose from the plush leather seat. “I’ll be right back.” Then she practically ran to the restroom at the back of the jet.
Christian watched her go, a deep frown marring his features. A second later, he unbuckled his own seatbelt and followed her. Standing outside the door, he could hear her dry heaving.
Fuck. The withdrawals were hitting her. He didn’t think there was anything in her body to evacuate. She hadn’t eaten since the night before, and she hadn’t had very much then. Just some rice and a tortilla. She’d said she couldn’t handle anymore.
He waited until her stomach calmed down, then knocked softly on the door with one knuckle. “Are you okay?”
Her voice sounded rough when she answered him. “Just leave me alone.”
Yeah, he couldn’t do that. “Ryan…”
“Go away, Christian. Please!” The last word was cut off as he heard her trying to get sick again. He had to fight the impulse to kick the door in and save her from her body’s revolt against itself.
Instead, he knocked softly again when she was finished. “Come on, open the door. I know you’re feeling like you wanna die right about now, but I can help if you’ll let me.” He waited a few beats and then knocked one more time. “Ryan? Please let me help you, honey.”
A few seconds passed by with no response. He was rethinking that whole kicking in the door thing again when he heard the latch slide clear and the little sign said “vacant”. Cracking the door open, he peeked in at her. She was crumpled on the floor next to the commode. Opening it as much as he could without hitting her, he slid inside. Luckily, the bathrooms on the jet were a bit larger than normal commercial planes.
Grabbing some paper towels, he wet them with cold water and crouched down next to her. She was hugging the toilet, sweating and shivering at the same time. Every once in a while she would flinch like she’d just gotten a sharp pain, or like someone was yelling in her ear.
“I hate that you’re seeing me like this,” she whispered. Then she glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He wiped her face with the wet towel. “I can help if you’ll let me.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.” Reaching up, he re-wet the towel. “My blood can make you feel better,” he said matter-of-factly.
She stared at him like he was crazy.
“Remember how it healed you in the park after that asshole bit you?”
“You think because you can cure a little bite that you can make this shit I’m feeling now go away?” She pushed his arm away when he tried to wipe her forehead again. “Stop it.”
Christian let her push him away. “Ryan, he tore out your carotid artery. It wasn’t just a ‘little bite’. You would’ve been dead in minutes if I hadn’t been there.”
“That doesn’t sound like such a bad thing right about now,” she grumbled into the toilet. Her frail body heaved, but there was nothing in her stomach. When she was done, she collapsed back against the wall. “Oh god. My body hurts.” She turned to him in desperation. “Don’t you have just a little tar? Some oxy? Anything? Something to take the edge off? I could just wean myself off of it instead of going cold turkey like this.” She nodded her head over and over. “Please, Christian. It hurts.”
Though it was killing him to see her suffering, he didn’t go along with it. No matter how she begged and pleaded, he remained steadfast and just let her get it all out. There was no way in hell he would enable her addiction, even if he had access to anything at the moment, which he didn’t.
Then she started crying.
Christian felt helpless. He wanted to help her, and he could, if she would quit being so damn stubborn and admit that she couldn’t get through this on her own. She was going through all this needlessly. But he didn’t want to just shove his bleeding wrist at her like he had last time. Last time had been an emergency of the life or death kind. This time he wanted her to take of him of her own free will. “She’ashil, let me help you.”
Rubbing at her face with shaky hands, she eyeballed him warily. “What would you have to do?”
She looked exhausted. Her arms and thighs were all red where she’d been scratching at them since they boarded. And her cheeks looked pale and hollow. Why hadn’t he noticed how quickly she was sinking? “If you drink from me, you’ll feel better. I promise.”
“Like, drink your blood?” she asked, her voice a bit shrill.
He nodded solemnly.
And she was back at it over the toilet again, shaking her head “no” even as she heaved. “I can’t,” she groaned.
He didn’t understand. She’d done it before. And he’d heard a vampire’s blood tasted amazing. “You did it before.”
She sat back again, closing her eyes. “I didn’t know I was doing it. And when I did, I pushed you away and spit it out if you recall.” Her body shivered and her legs began to spasm. She pulled them into her chest, moaned with pain, and released them. Only to pull them in ag
ain.
Christian was losing patience. She was suffering for no fucking reason, and it was tearing him up inside. He was right fucking here, and he could help her. Lifting his wrist to his mouth, he released his fangs and made a good size gash. Holding it out to her, he tried to keep the anger from his voice. “Ryan, please. Take from me. I hate seeing you like this. It’ll help, I promise.”
She started to shake her head.
“Ryan!”
Her eyes popped open and she zeroed in on the wrist he held in front of her. Blood dripped down his forearm.
“Take it,” he ordered.
“I don’t think I can,” she whispered.
The wound was starting to heal itself. “Ryan, don’t make me sit on you and force you to drink. Because much as I don’t want to, I’m about to do just that.”
Bruised, swollen eyes filled with revulsion flew to his face. He held them with his own determined gaze. “Oh yes, I will. If it will stop your suffering. I will.”
Another round of the shakes rattled her bones and made her teeth chatter. When they diminished and she settled, she closed her eyes and rested her head back against the wall.
“Okay,” she said so quietly he would never have heard her if he were human.
Re-opening the gash he’d made, he quickly held it to her mouth. “Don’t look if it’ll help.”
Even with her eyes closed, she looked like she was about to vomit again as she parted her mouth just a little. But when his blood touched her lips and trickled into her mouth, those beautiful blue eyes shot open in shock.
He gave her a small smile. “Not too bad, huh?”
Her little pink tongue flicked out and licked his wrist, and then he had to readjust the way he was sitting as she grabbed his arm with both hands and latched on. Her eyes closed again on a moan as she sucked on his wrist, but it was a different kind of sound this time. It was the sound of relief as her body eased up on her.
Each pull she made on his vein shot straight up his arm and down to his groin, until his erection was pushing painfully against its imprisonment. He discreetly adjusted himself, but it didn’t help much. Bracing one tense arm on the wall above her head, he let her take what she needed and attempted to keep his own needs under some kind of control.
It wasn’t an easy thing.
He watched her closely, taking stock of the effect his blood was having on her symptoms. Almost immediately, her color got better and the shivering stopped. As she drank more, her rigid muscles relaxed and her strength returned, if the hold she had on his arm was any indication.
A few seconds later, he noticed a new scent in the air just as she bit him hard, reopening the wound on her own. Christian gasped and his cock kicked up almost violently. Pressing his free hand against the hard ridge in his jeans, he tried to calm the monster, but only succeeded in making it worse. “She’ashil,” he groaned. His fangs shot down and his legs shifted restlessly as she fed.
He’d never offered his blood to anyone before, except to his father. Well, he would’ve offered it to him, but he’d been too late. By the time he’d gone back home reborn as a vampire, his father was gone. Taken by the very disease that his race had brought to the continent. But that was different. He’d never offered this intimacy to a female until now.
One of Ryan’s hands left his arm and reached for him blindly. Any and all thoughts of other people immediately exited his brain as he grabbed her hand with his own. Leaning forward, she followed his wrist even as she tried to stop drinking. With one last hit from him, she released his arm a bit reluctantly.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “I’m sorry. I should’ve stopped sooner. Are you all right?”
He licked the wound to heal it completely, and then cupped her face with his palm and pressed his forehead against hers. Breathing hard, he kissed her on the head and backed off. “Better?”
“Better. Thank you.” Her eyes were alight with a life he hadn’t seen before.
Releasing his hand, she got to her feet and stood at the sink to splash cold water on her face as he watched her from his spot on the floor. Christian stood up as she was rinsing her mouth. Though he enjoyed the view of her sweet little ass and shapely legs from his spot on the floor, he didn’t want to spend the rest of the flight in the bathroom.
As soon as she shut the water off and dried her face and hands, he ushered her out the door and back into the main cabin of the jet. Guiding her to her seat, he pushed away her seeking hands and buckled her in as she protested. “Christian? What are you doing?”
“You need to be safe,” he told her as he pulled the strap tight across her hips. “We could hit turbulence.” When she was secure, he dropped to his knees in front of her. She’d never looked more beautiful to him. The reds and oranges and blonds of her hair framed her delicate face perfectly where small curls had escaped from her braids. And her eyes, accented by perfect brows the same color as her hair, had never shone such a turquoise blue. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips pink, and she just looked so…alive.
His eyes dropped down to her heaving chest, and he could see her nipples straining against her shirt, even through her bra. Breathing just as hard as she was, he brought his eyes back up to her mouth. Her lips parted and she leaned towards him as she pulled him in by the front of his tee shirt. He moaned as her lips touched his, softly at first, then with increasing pressure. She opened for him and his tongue swept in to take possession. Though she’d started it, the tables quickly turned as he took control and ravished her mouth as he wanted to ravish her body.
Breaking off the kiss, she said, “Christian. Please, touch me.” Then she gripped the bottom of her shirt and yanked it up and over her head, tossing it into his seat. Her bra followed right behind it.
His lips lifted off of his fangs and a low growl rumbled through him at the sight of those breasts with their large, dusky nipples. Running her hands over them, she lifted one towards his mouth and he took her offering eagerly. His tongue swept over the rigid bud before he pulled it into his mouth. As the scent of her desire again rose up and surrounded him, he moaned against her soft skin. She started to pant as he suckled one and then the other, but he didn’t bite her. Not yet.
Kissing his way up across her collarbone, he gently bit her neck. Not through the skin, but just enough to make her gasp. “Are you certain you feel up to this?” he asked.
“I feel amazing,” she assured him.
Her words had him rolling his hips between her legs, but the damned seat was in the way. Leaning back, he picked up one small foot and then the other and removed her sandals, then he tugged her shorts and underwear off until she was sitting there gripping the armrests with nothing but the seatbelt covering her. Running his eyes over her sexy little body, he moved one braid off of her breast. Then he gripped her knees and pressed her legs further apart, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Her sex was swollen and wet, her nipples were hard, and her lips were parted as she watched him looking at her.
He made short work of his tee shirt, but that was as far as he got. He couldn’t wait any longer to touch her. Sitting back on his heels, he spread her legs even wider apart. One thumb slid into her damp folds, separating them and finding that hard little bud.
“Gods,” he breathed. “You’re so wet for me.”
Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he could practically taste her. He found the button on the armrest and pressed it, leaning her seat back. With his free hand laid flat between her gorgeous tits, he held her still as his thumb made small circles on that tight bundle of nerves. Every few seconds, he’d slide it down to her opening, press just enough to tease her, and then bring it back to her clit.
The sounds she made had his blood roaring in his ears as he explored her in the most intimate way possible until she was breathing hard and saying his name. He pressed his thumb against her opening again. Her hips jacked up to meet him, and it slid a little further into her tight sheath.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he g
ritted out. Sliding just the tip of his thumb in and out a few times, he leaned forward and hit her clit with his tongue.
Suddenly, her body stiffened and she released with a hoarse cry as her hands pushed his head against her. She didn’t need to hold him there, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
He brought her to climax twice more.
Ripping open his jeans, his cock sprung out, ready and eager. He just wanted to feel her, just a little. With one last lick, he rose up and slid between her folds her with a hard thrust. He didn’t penetrate her, just slid his cock through her wet heat. Her body arched up and she cried out, but any concerns he had that he’d hurt her were diminished as she began to move her hips back and forth, encouraging him to keep going.
He wanted to take his time, but his body took over. His hands went back to her hips and he moved fast against her, unable to stop. It didn’t take long for his own orgasm to rise up, hovering on the edge.
“Touch me, she’ashil,” he commanded.
Her small hand reached between them and gripped him tight. Holding her hand there with his own, he pumped faster and faster.
Throwing his head back with a hoarse cry, his entire body jerked as he came all over her stomach, hot jets shooting all the way up to cover her breasts.
When he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of her. Tucking his face between her jaw and her shoulder, he tried to catch his breath.
“Christian.”
“Hmmm?” He could barely breathe yet, never mind speak.
She tilted her head to the side. He could see delicate blue veins and her beating pulse. “Are you thirsty?”
Instantly, his fangs ached to pierce the delicate layer of skin that separated him from the sweet, sweet blood that was running directly underneath it.
“I’m okay.”
He felt her deflate underneath him with his refusal, and hurried to clarify. “I want to feed from you. Gods, you have no fucking idea. But I don’t want to hurt you.”