14. Chapter 13

I swallowed dryly even though my mouth seemed to water. The sight of his blood was… was… I licked my lips. A craving spread that appalled and scared me as much as it pulled me in like a magnet.

"You need to feed, Blanche," he said, holding his wrist up. "Take it."

"N-oho," I protested even as I slid forward.

His hand moved. My nostrils flared, and the scent of his blood made me dizzy with desire.

He brushed the finger of his other hand over the wound, brought it up to my lips, and smeared them with it. A groan escaped me. I snatched his finger, sucked it into my mouth, and licked every last drop. Nothing had ever tasted this good.

Now, it was Devon's turn to groan. He closed his eyes, and a shudder moved through him. "Come, little flame, drink."

He moved his wrist up, and primal greed overtook me. It compared to nothing I had ever experienced before. With a hiss, I grabbed his wrist with both my hands and brought it up to my mouth. When I licked my lips, I realized that my teeth had changed into… fangs, it should have disturbed me, but the moment my lips made contact with Devon's blood, I began to suck and my mind turned off. Greedily, I drank his blood in gulping swallows and felt my body's energies restore.

"That's it," Devon moaned, and I realized he was aroused. His hips bucked, and his hard, erect manhood was outlined against the material of his pants.

Seeing him like this sent quivers through my loins, and a pulse grew in my clit. For a moment, I saw myself riding him, latched on to his neck, and felt a nearly orgasmic shudder rake my body.

I felt him gently trying to pull his wrist back. I let go, but only to snarl and hiss at him. The reaction startled him more than me, but he threw his head back and laughed. His free hand caressed my face. "My ferocious little flame."

The caress and the sound of his voice brought me back to myself. Shamed, I stared at him. The blood coming out of his wound slowed to a tickle.

"Lick your fangs, Blanche, then my wrist," Devon encouraged.

My tongue darted to my fangs, and I tasted something bitter dripping from them; I spread it over the open wound on his wrist and watched in astonishment as it instantly closed. The need to keep licking every last drop of blood still clinging to his flesh turned out to be stronger than my shame and horror. But when another groan escaped him, I looked up into the face of a man who wanted me.

I was already wet, and I definitely wasn't the virgin I had thought myself to be yesterday morning. Still dressed only in my towel, it was easy to discard it, standing naked before him.

He was already loosening his belt, freeing his hard cock as it bobbed against his shirt.

"Blanche," he mumbled, and I climbed on top of him, taking him inside me with the same vigor I had drank his blood.

He moved his hands, put one behind my head, and pushed me down to kiss him. I was sure he was tasting his own blood on my lips, but it seemed to turn him on even more as his hips began to buck underneath me.

He directed my head toward his neck. "Bite down," he rasped.

Hesitantly, I nibbled on his throat as my earlier fantasies came back to me.

"Bite me," he groaned, stretching his neck.

"Ah, fuck yes," he screamed when my fangs punctured his flesh. "Blanche, you're incredible!"

His hips bucked up and down, and I held still as he fucked me while I was latched to his neck. The pulse in my clit intensified, and my muscles began to tense. Not wanting to lose complete control and suck him dry, I sealed the wound and kissed him instead.

Our tongues entwined, and I came so hard I saw stars.

He thrust up into me, and his cock pulsed, pushing his seed deep inside me.

"Blanche," he panted when our mouths parted. "Fuck, had I known how great it feels to fuck a vampire, I would have done so—"

I boxed him in the arm before he could finish. He laughed and rolled us over without pulling out. "Seriously, though, Blanche. I love you."

"I love you too." The words came out easy and from the bottom of my unbeating heart.

Then I stilled as his words sank in. "Is that what I am? A vampire?"

He, too, stilled, looking like someone who had left the barn door open.

"Yes," he said, honestly. "I'm sorry, little flame."

"It's alright," I managed to get through my choked throat. "I'm damned either way and it's not like I didn't suspect," I giggled depreciatively, I mean what other creature sucks blood?"

He chuckled. "Blanche, you are the purest woman I have ever met. Trust me, you're not damned. Never could be."

"I fornicated with a man out of wedlock, many times," I recited, "and—"

"How do you feel about that? Does it feel like a sin?" he asked.

I shook my head and replied honestly, "No." It really didn't. It felt right.

"I'll marry you as soon as I can find someone to officiate, I swear," he promised.

"Is that a proposal?" I teased.

"A few hundred years late, but yeah, if you'll have me." The edges of his lips twitched, and I laughed with him. It felt good. Freeing.

"Let's get all this sorted out, and then you may ask me the proper way." I winked.

"No more talk about being damned?"

"I'm a vampire," I said out loud, followed by an onslaught of emotions I couldn't yet define.

"What is it?" he asked, alarmed by my serious expression.

"Well, you're a demon, right?" You're immortal," I stated more than asked.

With an arrogant grin, he corrected, "Prince of Demons."

I ignored that. "Well, at least we're kind of even in that regard now. I don't have to fear to shrivel up and die."

"Unless I don't feed you," he teased again, earning him another box into his arm.

"So you're not upset?" he asked, arching an eyebrow that told me he doubted I wasn't upset.

"I don't know yet what I am," I replied honestly. "But I'm glad I'm here, that you're here. Us."

I moved out from under him. "I should use the bathroom."

"It's all yours."