by J. L. McCoy
“Of course not, Mr. Rhys,” she said sweetly. “What’s mine is yours.”
He took her left wrist while I picked up her right. Our eyes met and something electric passed between us. I may have been a newborn, but I knew that sharing food with another vampire was an intimate thing and one not done lightly.
Archer licked his lips slowly and my mind instantly thought of a hundred different things he could do to my body with that tongue. He smiled sexily as he read my mind and bared his fangs as he lowered his mouth to her wrist. I did the same, our eyes never leaving the others, as we bit into her soft, yielding flesh.
The first thing I noticed about Bethany’s blood was that it was very different from Chris’s. Her blood was rich and minerally. It was tangier, full of iron and… life. I sighed in ecstasy at the same time she did, but I paid her moans no mind. My thoughts were only of the ambrosial blood that was gushing into my mouth and the excitement of watching Archer enjoy the same sensations as I was.
Bethany’s heart rate skyrocketed and her blood pumped faster into my mouth as she squirmed on the couch. Her sounds had become distracting and I broke eye contact with Archer to see what she was going on about. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed tightly as her body spasmed. It was obvious by the look on her face that she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
I pulled my fangs out with difficulty and licked the blood from her wrist as Archer did the same. I sat back on the couch, closed my eyes and took a few much needed deep breaths. Her blood had been utterly exquisite and by far the best I had tasted yet. I licked my lips and fangs, not wanting to waste a drop, as I basked in the satisfaction of my meal.
“That was amazing,” she whispered contentedly beside me as she tried to catch her breath.
“Please tell me I’m next,” Jason chuckled from the couch. “I could use a good orgasm.”
I heard Archer growl lowly and opened my eyes to see him flash to his feet as he turned to face Jason.
“Archer,” I whispered and he immediately turned back to me, his eyes were just starting to drain of their color. I guess someone didn’t like the way my bite had affected the male feeders.
I stood on wobbly legs and reached out for him. He was instantly there, his arms wrapped protectively around me, and I sighed as I shook my head, trying to clear the overwhelming urge to feed again.
My God… That was the most amazing experience of my entire life. Her blood… it was like tasting heaven. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew I should before I took too much, I told him silently as I looked up into his ice blue eyes
“Your control is astounding, Skye,” he praised in a soft whisper, his eyes shining proudly. “It is very rare for one as young as you to stop so readily. You are a remarkable woman… but I always knew that.”
“It is impressive,” Oleif conceded from his post by the doorway. “Ruarc will be happy to know she’s not a completely mindless monster after all.”
I glanced back at Oleif with wide eyes. Any kind of positive acknowledgement from him was shocking and completely unexpected, even if it was backhanded.
“Yes,” Archer said, gripping my hips tighter as he smiled down at me. “I think you should update him on her progress as soon as possible.”
Oleif grumbled his agreement and turned his attention to Bethany. “You’re done here,” he said, motioning with his thumb over his shoulder. “Join your other friends.” Bethany looked at Archer for permission to leave and he nodded his head as Oleif told her to hurry up.
I watched as Bethany swayed a bit upon standing and instantly worried that we may have taken too much blood from her.
“It’s not the blood,” Archer whispered in my ear, his cool breath tickling my skin, “it’s her nerves. She had one hell of an orgasm.”
I bit my lip and groaned as I looked back up at him. “So, do you think it’ll always be this way, me causing everyone I feed from to…” orgasm? I finished silently.
Archer shrugged his shoulders as he tried his hardest to suppress a laugh. “I have no idea.”
“This isn’t funny,” I hissed at Archer as I lightly swatted him on the arm. “This is a serious situation. I’ll be the talk of the town if word of this gets out. And Ruarc… don’t get me started on him.” A thought occurred to me and I buried my face in my hands. “Oh God, Archer! Everyone in the house is going to find out. I’ll be teased mercilessly!”
Archer got that faraway look in his eyes that he sometimes gets whenever he’s reading another person’s mind. He was quiet for a few seconds and, when he focused back on me, he tried not to laugh again. He failed miserably. “I think it’s safe to say the whole house already knows.”
I smacked my palm to my forehead and winced. I was mortified and knew I’d never be able to look them in the eye again. “Oh, that’s just great,” I groaned. “That’s just what I need to top off this whole vampire experience.”
“It’s not that bad,” Archer tsked reassuringly. “Jameson has the same issue sometimes when he heals, you know that. It’s not a big deal. The guys may josh you a bit, but the novelty will wear off soon enough.”
“Oh that’s right,” I suddenly remembered, “Jameson. He’ll know how to deal with this. Maybe I’ll call him later.”
“Um,” Archer sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “he can’t know you’re a vampire right now, remember? He’ll drop everything and catch the first flight home and we don’t want that. He’s been trying to get this record deal for over a year.”
“Shit,” I sighed. I had forgotten that he didn’t know I had been changed into one of them.
Jason cleared his throat behind us and we both turned around as he gave us a small wave. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m still here. Do you still need me or would you like me to leave?”
I looked up at Archer and sucked on my bottom lip. “I’m still hungry,” I said with pleading eyes. “Can I have some more?”
Archer glanced back over at Jason with pursed lips before turning to me and jerkily nodding his head. “He’s all yours, just remember your control.”
My eyes were on Jason in an instant and I heard Archer sit on the couch as I flashed to the loveseat. I sat next to Jason and picked up his wrist.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I prefer the neck,” he smiled widely as he tilted his head, exposing the thick, pulsing vein running the length of it. My mouth watered heavily and it was all I could do to slowly lean into him and not pounce.
“The blood comes more readily from the neck,” Archer said gently. “You must swallow fast or your mouth will overflow and you’ll make a mess.”
I grunted my acknowledgement as I tried to find a comfortable position sitting next to him. Finally, I gave up with a frustrated huff and flashed to Jason’s lap, straddling him. Archer growled behind me but I didn’t care. I was only focused on one thing and that was filling my starving stomach with his delectable blood.
Jason gasped as I ran my nose up the length of his neck. Now I understood why Archer and Jameson always did that to me when I was human. You could completely smell a person this way; you could almost even smell their blood. Jason smelled like the tequila I was certain he had drank last night and the cranberry juice and fruit salad he had consumed for breakfast this morning, too. My nose was so sensitive that I could actually smell another tantalizing scent that he was starting to give off. It smelled like sex and it excited me even more.
I moaned at his arousal as I leisurely licked his pulsing vein, enjoying the sensations of each beat as it reverberated rhythmically on my tongue.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Jason whispered his enthusiasm as he gripped my hips tighter to him; his manhood pressed thickly against my center.
I couldn’t wait another second to have him and fisted his hair in my left hand as I pulled his head further to the right and struck; sinking my fangs deep within him. He moaned loudly, as did I, when I swallowed the first pleasurable mouthful that was Jason’s life blood. I could tell right away that Jason had
been a bad boy last night. His blood was heavily laced with alcohol and a massive dose of Tetrahydrocannabinol (I had been a college student once and was very familiar with THC).
His hands gripped my ass as he pulled me harder down on his lap. I involuntarily ground against him as I lost myself to the ecstasy of my meal. For all his naughty ways, Jason sure was delicious.
His heartbeat pounded all around me as he dry humped harder. I know I should have cared that I was letting a stranger get so intimate with me, but I was enjoying the blood so I figured he should be able to enjoy himself too. All too soon he came with explosive force as he shouted some other girl’s name.
I pulled my fangs out of his artery with great difficulty and flung myself back and away from him as quickly as I could. I was suddenly afraid that I’d pounce back on him and drink him dry. I was still hungry and the satisfied sounds he was making, coupled with the smell of his arousal, were almost my undoing.
Something inside of me had awoken during that feeding. Drinking from Jason had been vastly different than drinking from Bethany or Chris. The experience was much more carnal, animalistic, and primal. It had awoken the deepest part of my vampirism and ripped it to the forefront. The experience left me tingling all over and exceptionally turned on. I suddenly wanted to feed and fuck until I couldn’t move anymore.
“Fuck,” Jason moaned as he finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. “That was amazing. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life.” I looked down at his pants and saw a massive wet spot slowly spreading.
I felt someone grab my hand and pull me further away from Jason. Without realizing it, I had started to drift back over to him. Archer turned me to face him and looked down at me, staring intently into my eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Can you focus?”
I shook my head as I licked my lips. “Get him out of here,” I breathed heavily as I warred with my hunger. “Get him out of here right now, Archer.”
“Jason, thank you for coming but I need you to leave,” Archer said calmly, never taking his eyes off mine.
“But…” Jason started to say before Oleif cut him off.
“Leave and live or stay and die,” he said gruffly. I heard Jason scramble up off the couch and jog from the room and not a moment too soon.
Chapter Seven
“Well, it looks like she got over her trepidation about feeding… though she almost had intercourse with the human,” Oleif sneered.
“Oleif, Archer and I need a moment alone,” I breathed as I took a step closer to Archer, the leftover lust from my meal completely consuming me. There was a needy fire burning inside of me and only Archer held my salvation.
Archer’s eyes grew wide as he read every thought in my head. I licked my lips and growled when I heard Oleif answer that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Get the hell out or stay and watch. I don’t give a fuck what you do, but close those fucking doors!” I growled out right before I roughly pushed Archer down onto the couch and flashed on top of him. The wooden frame snapped as soon as Archer landed on it, but I didn’t care; I’d apologize later for breaking it.
I straddled his lap and he growled as I hungrily licked and nibbled at his neck; his manly scent and arousal sending me into an even more frantic frenzy. I fisted his hair and ran my still bloody tongue across his bottom lip, inviting him to have a taste of Jason.
Archer captured my tongue in his mouth and sucked on it, cleaning it of any trace of Jason, as he gripped my ass possessively and pulled me tighter to him. I shamelessly gyrated against him as I completely lost myself to lust and need. I was fire, burning desire, and only one thing could sate my wild flame.
I started pulling at his pants in a desperate attempt to free what I wanted most, but his sudden hand on mine stopped me.
“What?” I panted against his lips as I tried again to get his button unfastened. “Take them off. I want to fuck you. I NEED to fuck you.”
“Skye, no,” he said gently as he pushed my shoulders back. I didn’t understand and I tried to claw my way back to him. “Stop, love. Stop for a moment. You really don’t want to do this. It’s just the leftover excitement and lust from the blood.”
“No, it’s not,” I argued with him as I rolled my hips against his massively hard member and tried to kiss him again. “I want you… only you. I need you, Archer.”
Archer flashed up and turned over so that I was lying down on the couch and he was on top of me. His hands were holding my wrists above my head and he was breathing heavily as he looked down at me. “This isn’t right, Skye,” he explained gently. “You just awoke and you are experiencing the world for the first time. Your emotions are controlling you right now, not your mind. I can’t make love to you Skye. If I did, I would be taking advantage of you and I don’t want that… you don’t want that either. As much as this kills me, I have to say no to you.”
“Archer, please,” I begged in a desperate whine as I writhed underneath him, fully consumed with lust, and wrapped my legs around his hips. “I want this. I promise.”
Archer looked tortured as he stared down at me; lust and common sense warred with each other behind his eyes. “You’ll hate me later if I give in to you, Skye,” he explained as he started to get up.
I fisted his shirt to stop him. “Don’t leave me,” I whispered with wide, fraught eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” He immediately relented and cupped my cheek with one hand as he hitched my thigh up with the other, getting more comfortable between my legs.
“I’ll never leave you, Skye,” he whispered my name like a benediction, “never. You’re mine now. You will always be mine. You are a part of me and I am a part of you. My blood is your blood.”
I sobbed once; the immense relief I felt upon hearing his words was indescribable. I realized that my connection to Archer now was much deeper than it had been when I was human. It was hard to fully comprehend, but it was like my blood recognized him and craved him; craved his attention, affection, and approval and pulled me to him like it wanted to be whole with him again.
Archer smiled as he read my thoughts. “What you are feeling is the bond that is made between maker and child. It’s like this for all my children,” he whispered gently as he lightly stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
“Do all your children want to fuck you too?”
Archer laughed and shook his head. “No, love. I told you that what you are feeling is the leftover excitement from feeding. Take a deep breath and concentrate on centering your emotions. The lust you feel will soon subside.”
I highly doubted that it would but did as he asked. I closed my eyes and took a few, slow deep breaths. I focused on calming things like warm bubble baths, lounging in a gently swaying hammock, and the feel of the mid-day sun shining down on my skin. After a bit, I finally began to feel myself calming down. The lust was still there in the background, but its pull on me was greatly lessened. I swallowed hard and prepared myself to open my eyes. I was scared that just the sight of Archer on top of me would set me off again.
As I slowly opened them, I was met with a look that took my breath away. Archer was staring down at me with such love, approval, and pride that I looked up at him in wonder.
“You are something else, Skye,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you. Your control is simply astounding. You didn’t let your emotions get the better of you.”
I shook my head, not agreeing with him. “I was seconds away from raping you, Archer.” He threw his head back and laughed as I continued. “I’m not kidding. I was so close to just ripping your pants off and taking what I wanted. It was everything I could do to just keep breathing. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Will it always be this hard to control my emotions? Will I struggle with this every time I eat?”
Archer chuckled as he sat up on the couch and pulled me with him. “You might struggle for a while when you feed, but I will always make sure someone is there to help bring you back from the brink.”
I shook my head,
mortified at the thought of me turning my sexual hunger on Quinn or Seamus, or God forbid, Lochlan. “No, it has to be you,” I said with fearful eyes. “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”
Archer put his hands on my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes. “You have nothing to be ashamed about. Do you understand? What you went through just now is perfectly natural and most importantly, normal. Everyone goes through this, Skye… everyone. No one is going to look down on you or judge you; quite the opposite, in fact. You did remarkably well overcoming your urges; better than any newborn I’ve ever seen. You should be proud. So what if you got turned on. We all get turned on every now and again when we eat; stop being so hard on yourself. I know this is all new to you, but you’ll see as time goes on that you have nothing to be ashamed of. The urges you feel are perfectly normal.”
I nodded my head as I looked down at my hands. My vampire life was not going to be an easy one I had a feeling, regardless of how “well” I was handling my emotions at the moment. I couldn’t help thinking again that I wouldn’t have chosen this life if I had been given the option. I wished Archer had respected my decision to die when I had asked him to kill me. If he had, I wouldn’t have to be going through all this emotional bullshit, with the Faithful gunning for my death and Amun was gunning for my hand in some sick vampire/monster marriage. Feelings of disappointment and anger rekindled inside of me and I frowned up at Archer.
“Next time I ask you to kill me, you had better fucking do it,” I whispered before flashing to the now closed French doors. Oleif was still standing inside the room with his arms crossed over his chest and a weird look on his face. I didn’t know him well enough to be able to decipher it, but I could have sworn it held tinges of confusion.
“Move your ass, Oleif,” I growled. “I’m going to my room so I guess that means you are too.” He raised his eyebrows at me but said nothing as he opened the doors for me and allowed me to leave.