9 All wet for the vampire
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Robin slowly sat down on the chair the prince had indicated. His heated stare followed her every move. It crawled over her skin like a caress. His eyes were filled with a hunger so potent Robin could feel it vibrating on her skin like it was her own. Her body flamed. Wetness pooled between her thighs and her n*****s tightened. The bite mark on her wrist throbbed. She needed his bite, craved it. She needed things she shouldn’t need from him…it couldn’t be him. She internally shook her head refusing the obvious.
She wanted him. But why?
She suddenly remembered Anna’s words.
“It happens. The first bite is always the worst, because it changes a lot of things within you. It binds you to him. You’ll share his life force and become stronger. ”
She hadn’t thought much about her words. But now…
Robin trembled in the chair. She placed her hands on her lap to stop them from shaking.
She needed to calm down, and get herself under control.
Tavek reached for her hand. He could see the tremble that ran through her body. She was right there with him. Her body was aroused, so aroused he could smell the scent of the juices seeping from her p***y. His mouth watered as he imagined taking her in his mouth, lapping at her juices and f*****g her with his tongue.
Tavek growled deep and long. This was going to be torture, he thought as he fought for control.
He sat on the edge of the chair and pulled her wrist close to his mouth. The redness of left by his first bite caught his eye. He had the sudden urge to mark her all over.
What? Tavek stared at her wrist.
He couldn’t mark her. He shook his head. Marking her meant he wanted to claim her. No.
Tavek closed his eyes and brought her wrist to his lips. His fangs pierced her skin to release her blood. He went a little deeper than he had gone last night. He felt her warm skin envelope his fangs like a glove. The taste of her blood was sweet on his tongue with tinge of something he couldn’t place. That hadn’t been there last night, his instinct warned. But he was too caught up by the taste of her and the scent of her arousal that seemed to intensify with every pull of his mouth. Tavek sucked harder taking her into him.
A lustful moan filled the room.
He opened his eyes to find Robin squirming in the chair. Her thighs opened and closed in repeatedly. She rotated her hips seeking relief. Her eyes were dilated. Her mouth was open on another moan as her body bowed flinging her thighs wide open. Her other hand gripped the armrest of her chair for dear life. Her knuckles were turning white. Tavek could tell she was hurting.
“What’s happening to me?” she said. Another moan filled the room as waves of arousal raked her. Tavek retracted his fangs from her wrist. He swiped his tongue on the wound. He breathed in, taking in her scent. It was intoxicating like her blood. And it was driving him crazy. He sat there ready to burst at the seams, watching her in need.
“What’s happening to me?”
“You need to come, baby.” Tavek said gruffly. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with her. But he couldn’t let her suffer. Not when he could easily help her. He hoped he could help her, and not ravish her.
“What?”
“You need to come,” he repeated, pulling her onto his lap. “The feeding is affecting you adversely. We need to…” Tavek’s words got caught in his throat as she settled on his lap.
Robin hissed as she came in contact with his hard c**k. It was thick and it pulsed in his pants.
“Are you hurting here?” Tavek huskily asked as he wedged his hand between them and placed it between her thighs. He pressed down giving her the friction she needed. Robin involuntarily tilted her hips, grinding into his hand. She braced her hands to his broad shoulders, giving herself to the need that pulsed within her body.
“Is your p***y all wet, baby?” Tavek whispered the words directly into her ear. Robin felt like she was going to go crazy with need. “Answer me.” The heel of his hand pressed down increasing the pressure, and rubbing slightly. The heavy material of dress was in the way, but he still felt so good. And she needed more of that to relieve the throbbing between her legs. Robin spread her thighs wider ready to beg him to take her.
No. What was she doing? She couldn’t want this. This was crazy.
Robin got of his lap, and stood trembling in front of him.
“What did you do to me?” she stared at him in horror. Robin rushed out of the room and almost collided with the vampire who had introduced himself as Don last night as the door slammed shut behind her.
“Are you alright?” he asked but his eyes were focused on the door. Robin saw concern in his eyes, but she didn’t have time to see if it was for her or the prince.
“Yes,” she threw over her shoulder and rushed away. Her body still burned. The juices of her p***y ran down her leg.
Don entered the room fearing what he will find. Tavek couldn’t have another incident. There was already chatter that the Mowari rule was coming to an end – the vampires didn’t want an unstable king. He walked in to find Tavek sitting next to the fire place. He was dressed immaculately. And seemed to be sane, except for the tight grip he had on the armrest of his chair.
“Is everything alright, my prince?” Don walked close to him.
“Yes,” Tavek said. He held on to the chair resisting the urge to follow his blood slave and give her what he knew she needed. She will keep hurting if she didn’t come.
He breathed deeply, praying his body will go back to normal. He couldn’t address his people with a hard c**k fighting to get out of his pants. But he couldn’t keep putting it off. “Prepare the great hall. I’m ready to address my people and hear news about the state of my kingdom.”
“Yes, my prince.” Don left the room a smile gracing his lips. Finally things were going back to normal.
Tavek stood up from the chair. His feet felt unsteady beneath him. The taste of Robin’s blood suddenly tasted bitter in his mouth. His body heated, and his arousal became unbearable. He moved to the bed and fell face first on the bed. His body suddenly felt sluggish and heavy.
Now he remembered the taste that had laced Robin’s blood.
It was hardthorn, a plant that was used as a hallucinogen by vampires but could also cause arousal. The plant was very deadly to humans.
Robin was poisoned. Tavek tried to get up, when he felt hands run down his spine. He smelled that familiar scent.
It was Celeste.
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