Chapter 116

Jon slid onto the bed next to Ciara. It didn’t take long for her to slip closer, her head pillowed on his chest, her arm flung across his midriff.

He was staring into the darkness, listening to her breathing, feeling her heartbeat drumming against him.

He was supposed to feed tonight but he couldn’t get himself to leave her. Nothing tasted like her anyway. He sniffed her hair, keeping his nose right there.

He felt his fangs nudge through his gums and he had a good mind to flee from her room. He promised Ksenia he wouldn’t feed from her but hell....she smelled so damn good!

Brushing her hair from her neck, he leaned closer, licking the peachy skin there. He was playing a dangerous game...

Jon cursed as he moved from her neck. His hunger was ripping through his gut so badly, it was almost painful.

Ciara shifted in her sleep, cuddling even closer she buried her face in his chest. He stared at her, her mouth so close to his skin, he could feel her breath tickling him there.

His mind drifted back to his dressing room earlier that day. He still couldn’t comprehend what had happened. What had set it off? She had cravings for weeks now, and no one knew what it was until today. The night on the couch plucked at his conscience and he stiffened. She bit him! That night she bit him, she drank from him for the first time! Oh shit! What happened to her?

His stared at her angelic face for a few heart stopping moments. His mind was made up, he had to be sure. Bringing his wrist slowly to his mouth, he crunched down.

He grunted as his fangs pierced his vein. It hurt like a mother!

His blood spilled over his wrist, dark, inky liquid in the night. Ciara shifted in her sleep. Lining his wrist with her mouth, he hovered there, waiting for the first drops to fall.

Tip...tip...

One drop became two, three, four...it pooled on her lips.

Jon held his breath, waiting, watching.

A sigh escaped from her and she became restless. Her lips pursed together for a moment and then her tongue darted out, licking, savouring. She swallowed, her lips parted again, whimpering softly. She pleaded for more...

Jon lowered his wrist towards her mouth, turning it slowly, the blood spilled onto her lips, into her mouth.

She greedily swallowed, her tongue searching, catching every droplet.

Jon was fully fanged. He wasn’t thinking straight. Watching her as she savoured his blood brought his own famine to mind.

Ciara arched towards his wrist, just before he could move, she latched on, her mouth suckling strongly at the open vein.

“Ciara you have to stop. You are going to get sick.” He broke the contact but she kept pleading for more.

The scent of his blood and the sight of it on her lips proved too much and Jon snatched her up tightly against him, his fangs slicing quickly through the delicate skin in her neck.

He suckled strongly, his thirst seemed unquenchable and he crunched even harder, opening the vein even more.

She whimpered pitifully. Jon extracted his fangs from her, his suckling became gentler yet staying strong.

Her hands tangled in his hair, her body arched towards him as desire flooded her being.

Hearing her heartbeat dip, he stopped drinking. Lapping languorously, he sealed the wound, feeling her squirm in his arms. She was restless, she wanted more...blood?

“You can’t have anymore baby. I dunno what could happen if you drink too much.”

What it would do he wasn’t sure but surely vampire blood couldn’t be safe for her?

He was cradling her in his arms when her eyes drifted open. Blinking slowly, he saw realization dawned. She stiffened in his arms.

“Why are you here?!”

She was staring into the vampire’s shining irises. His shoulders were heaving violently and she went cold all over when her eyes dropped to his fangs.

The scent of blood was overwhelming in the room, she brushed her neck and her fingers brushed over a sensitive spot and she knew...

She pushed against him and was surprised to see him letting her go willingly.

“What are you doing here? Haven’t you had enough yet?”

His voice vibrated through her.

“The question is, have you?” His bleeding wrist came into view and she shrieked as her fingers touched something moist on her lips.

Lowering her fingers she gasped as the dark liquid filled her nostrils, making her want more.

“No...no...no...NO! This is all your fault!”

“You wanted it and I gave it.”

“What have you done to me?!” She was about to dash from the bed but he caged her in with his body, pushing her into the mattress.

“You love it. You begged for it.”

“I’ll never beg for blood, never!”

“I can make you beg for more than just my blood..”

“Please no! “ Squeezing her eyes tightly together, she hoped, prayed that he would be gone.

“I’m going no where Ciara.” His breath was on her lips. His tongue darted out, tasting himself on her lips was erotic as hell!

Her breath hitched in her throat and her lips opened just that little but more...

“I can taste myself on your lips....Do you know what it does to me?”

She didn’t move, her resounding heartbeat and little pants were the only sound in the room.

“Refusing to look at me doesn’t make me less present Ciara.”

Her eyelids peeled back slowly, coming face to face with the predator of the night. For some reason he didn’t seem as intimidating as before. His eyes seemed more beastly than human and his fangs send a frission of something through her, knowing that it had been close to her skin, tasting, biting...

His glittering orbs dipped from view and her breath hitched as his tongue dabbed at her lips again. His tongue delved deeper and deeper, twirling playfully with her tongue, the kiss deepened. Their lips meshed together in heated passion.

Ciara’s tongue twirled over the elongated fangs, her core was smouldering with molten lava dripping from her veins.

He suddenly broke the kiss and leaned back.

Staring down at her he opened his mouth, grazing his fangs over his lips, he crunched down. His grunt as it sliced through the sensitive skin assaulted her oversensitive nerves.

He lowered his lips towards her.

“Please..no!”

“Yessssssssss....taste me. You know you want to.”

His blood was a dark streak on his lips.

She shuddered as his lips touched hers again. Ciara expected to coil back in disgust but the nectar seeping into her mouth was so unexpectedly pleasant, she latched onto his lower lip.

“Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....” His arms enfolded her in a tight embrace.

Jon’s head was swimming, his body ached as it begged for release.

He moved away from her searching mouth, slamming his mouth against hers he felt her energy draining from her.

She became even more pliant in his arms.

“I’m tired...”

He settled her back onto the bed, her eyes were already battling to stay open.

He waited and watched. Her breathing lowered until it were deep, slow breaths.

He left the room soon after, her still form bathed by the moonlight.