pulled her back to my chest, our legs locked together. This is what I missed most, holding someone when the night dawns and the cool comes. When the dark blocks out the light, I missed holding someone through it, to not be alone when the nightmares rear their ugly heads and those skeletal fingers of death and the souls I have taken reach for me.
“Jair, do you wish you had longer with your family?”
I debate her question, not wanting to offer her false information. “Yes and no. I can never forget the time I had with them, it is precious because of everything that happened. Yes, I wish they had a longer life that never had to end that way. But everything happens for a reason. I wish...I wish for a great many things, my love. But wishes are not reality, what happened, happened, and I cannot change that. All I can do is learn from the past and do my best to treasure the time we had together, even if it feels like they existed with and loved another man. They were happy, we were a family. Now that time is over, now my time is with you. I have learned, I have lost, and now I have love again. A love so strong I feel like a new man. I feel all those shadows and grey areas becoming whole again. Why?”
“For everything that’s coming, I’m afraid. Afraid to lose those I love. I never had much to lose before, just me, and now I’m scared I’m going to regret this. Regret not spending more time with you guys, not finding us a way out that means we don’t have to face what’s to come,” she admits, her voice wrapping around me.
“That would make you a coward, my love, and you are no coward. You are a general, a leader, a warrior. You head into fights without thoughts for your own safety, but that of victory. Do not change now, you would never run from this. You will always do what you think is right, even if it means the worst. I, for one, will live every second with you like it is our last, never wanting to miss one moment,” I whisper, and drop a kiss on her shoulder, nudging the shirt away until I can place another over her drumming pulse.
She moans in my arms and then gasps. “Do you need to feed? How long has it been?” She struggles in my arms and I laugh, pulling her closer.
“My love, I only usually feed once a month, the other was for pleasure. It comes with age, the space between feedings, and your blood...your blood is filled with power. I could probably go a long while, longer than a month. I am fine.”
She sighs and settles back down, but there is yearning there, a need, one I feel too. To feel love, to lose ourselves for an instant. “My love, do you want me to bite you?”
She shivers as I croon into her ear, her arse pushing back against my hardening cock. “I want to feel your fangs in me, feel the power passing between us...to feel our connection,” she murmurs huskily.
Pressing closer at her declaration, I feel my fangs drop and I run them across her neck, making her shiver against me. “I always want you, whatever way I can get you, fangs, cock, emotionally...never doubt that, and to feed on you is an opportunity I will never pass up.”
“Then feed,” she snaps, making me laugh against her skin.
“So demanding,” I murmur, as I lick her pulse, the vein throbbing under her pale skin. Dragging my fangs back and forth, I wind her up until she jerks to try and turn around and I strike.
Burying my fangs in her neck, her blood bursts into my mouth. Heady and addictive, I swallow it. It flows through my body and veins, lighting up every nerve, filling me with her power.
She moans loudly, pressing back and rubbing herself against my cock, back and forth, back and forth. Reaching over, I grip her neck and pull her closer, releasing my fangs from her neck before slamming them in again, just to let her feel the pleasure and pain of the bite.
She screams, her body writhing against me, and I groan into the bite, my cock twitching in my pants as I reach my peak as well. All without touching her with anything other than my fangs. The scent of her cream