When she said, “Bite me,” Fang knew he was lost. He leaned in, breathing her clean scent, pressed his lips to her soft throat, and slid his teeth into the vein. Just the tip, so he only had a taste, while flooding her with venom, before he forced himself to withdraw. He allowed himself the pleasure of licking her neck, cleaning away blood and bite marks, before he swallowed.
If he’d thought he was lost before…stars, that one tiny taste obliterated him. He literally saw stars and nothing else. It was better than an orgasm. Better than a dozen orgasms, all piled up on top of each other. When he could finally see again, he moved to stand in front of her, where he could see if he’d had the same effect on her as she’d had on him.
No, surely she wouldn’t look so calm and collected if he’d just given her a dozen orgasms.
She’d be flushed, feverish, her lips parted and her eyes bright as she panted, begging for more just like he wanted to.
“How do you feel?” he asked. It came out sounding clinical and professional. Not like he’d pitched a tent in his pants at all, even as he willed his erection to go down.
She looked thoughtful for a moment before she told him her teeth didn’t hurt any more.
Perhaps now he could send her away, so she could return for another appointment when there was an anaesthetist present and he wouldn’t have to bite her again. Because if he did, he was afraid he’d lose control.
“Do it. Just you. I trust you,” she said.
Her golden brown eyes glowed with sincerity. With belief. He could do this, and earn the trust she was offering him.
He forced himself to focus, wielding the tools of his trade with vampire swiftness, but he wasn’t fast enough. When she hissed in pain, he was forced to remove his mask and bite her again. Just the tip, he told himself, to take as little as possible, but even those few drops burned him like fire, unable to stop himself pitching a tent again.
Finally, the surgery was finished, but he had one more trick he’d promised to perform for her.
“Close your eyes, so that I can heal the incisions,” he said.
Obediently, her eyes drifted shut.
Normally, he’d drip a little venom onto his gloved fingers and rub it along the wounds. But he wanted to give this brave girl more than a few drops. He wanted to heal her completely, if he could. Venom pooled on his tongue as he hesitated. Then he struck.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her open mouth, and swept his venom-coated tongue around her mouth, following the taste of blood until there was none left. Not a trace of blood or any sign that she’d had surgery.
He longed to keep kissing her, but he knew he could not. Instead, he forced himself to straighten and take a step back. “All done,” he said, wishing it were not true. He’d done the best work of his career…but he could never tell anyone, because he could lose his job over that one kiss.
She winced as she sat up, feeling her face.
More than ever, he wished there was an anaesthetist here to help with her pain.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“I will give you a prescription that you can take to the pharmacy, some pain relief that should help over the next few days, but as they’re closed now and won’t be open until morning, would you like another shot of venom to tide you over until then?” he asked.
Again, she nodded.
He leaned in, not daring to touch her any more than necessary, but her scent was intoxicating now, as if the more time he spent with her, the more drunk he became.
“Just a tiny prick,” he whispered, more to himself than to her, before he pierced her again. A full shot of venom, then a second, he pumped into her, willing it to be enough to tide her over until morning, before he added a third, unable to bear the thought of her in pain because of anything he’d done.
Then he pulled away, rushing to stand behind the reception desk before she could see his rock hard cock trying to escape his pants to impale her. He swallowed, forgetting that he had a mouthful of her blood.
The stars appeared for only a moment, before they went nova. Oh, stars…Fang had to grip the reception desk with both hands to stay upright as a hundred, or maybe a thousand orgasms, seemed to hit him all at once and…