Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Instinct leads me. I forget about the class and everything I ever learned about this act. This is between me and Kaja, and no one else in all the planes of existence can know what it feels like. The world narrows down, and Kaja fills it. There’s only the scent of her, and the glow of her skin, and the sound of her heart.
I gently grab a handful of silky hair and pull her head back, exposing the long line of her neck. A single vein seems to pulse and tempt me. I lick from her collarbone to below her earlobe, following that sweet river that will feed my hunger.
“Please, Dante.” She squirms.
I chuckle. There is no fear in her voice now. She wants it. She’s ready to beg for it. And I’m done playing. My cock aches, and every muscle in my body screams to take her.
“Yes. Yes, it’s time.” It’s time to join with her. The phrase sticks in my head like a song I can’t get rid of. Joining. Being. Kaja.
I strike. I don’t question how I know where to strike. I simply let that primal piece of me take over, and my fangs pierce the vein with flawless accuracy. Not too deep. I feel the small hollow in my fangs fill for the first time with sweet, living blood. So warm and rich. I didn’t realize how cold I was before, but as Kaja’s blood begins to flow through my system, I know I’ll never look at a meal pill again. This is what it means to be full and complete. Her blood invades me like the sweetest drug I’ve ever known. She’s better than alcohol, better than anything.
I drag blood into my body as Kaja moans in my arms. She clings to me, her hands clutching as though she never wants me to stop.
And that’s the danger. She doesn’t want to stop. I don’t want to stop. I can drink until she’s dry and still want more. Just another minute and I’ll stop.
Then there’s something beneath the taste. I feel something skittering on the edge of my consciousness. A single vision.
The world is white and cold. All around me is snow. It coats the ground and fills the air. White flakes dance through the wind and play on my snout.
I have a snout. I have four feet and a strong body. I can feel the long line of my spine. I scent the air. It’s like the layers of an onion. There are surface smells—my own body, the scent of pine trees, the clean smell of snow. But there’s more. I breathe it in, peeling back the layers. There’s dirt under the snow, a loamy smell. To my right, I scent blood and the smell of the pack. That’s my pack. I turn toward them. They have a huge buck down, its tan hide open, and the blood makes a stark contrast against the snow.
My heart constricts. There’s a reason I stand away from the pack. My stomach gnaws in hunger. It feels like my stomach is trying to turn in on itself. I want that flesh. I need it, but I am not welcome. I will have to wait until the pack is done and hope that there is something left. I will munch on the bones and try to tear the bits of meat that cling to the hide.
I stand apart and watch them.
I am Kaja. My eyes fly open, and I release the vein.
What the hell happened?
Kaja slumps back in my arms. I tighten my hands on her so she doesn’t fall. Did I take too much? I force the odd vision out of my brain as panic takes over for a moment. I didn’t hurt her. I don’t want to live if I hurt her.
Kaja’s eyes come open. A dreamy look crosses her face. She lifts a hand to his cheek. “That did not hurt.”
Relief sweeps over me. She doesn’t look anything like a woman abused. She looks like a woman who had a good time. She looks like a woman who is satisfied.
My eyes stray to the twin marks on her neck, and I feel my cock swell again. Those small holes mark her as mine. She belongs to me. More than any piece of paper or monetary exchange, the fact that her blood is in my body, sustaining me and making me warm and alive, is proof that I own this woman. The worries fall away, and I begin to hunger again.
I’m not going to hold back this time. She agreed to mate with me before. It will have to do.
My hands drift to her breasts. I’ll be able to sleep with my head pillowed on them. They mold to fit my hand. The nipples are already hard before I ever touch them. I roll them between my thumb and forefinger while Kaja makes that soft whimpering sound that always makes my dick strain to get inside her.