Legacy of Blood - By J. L. McCoy Page 0,20
experience intimate feelings toward your feeder, as they will you, and I don’t want you to start out with a woman and perhaps feel uncomfortable.”
My mouth dropped in surprise. Of all the things I was expecting him to say, that wasn’t one of them. Intimate feelings? Please, Lord, tell me I’m not going to get turned on while I’m eating and shamelessly rub myself all over these people. I will never get over the humiliation.
Archer chuckled as he read my mind. He took my hand and led me over to Chris. Bethany politely scooted over to the far side of the couch to allow Archer and I to sit on either side of him.
“Since this is your first time, we’ll have you feed from his wrist,” Archer patiently explained. Chris held up his wrist with a polite smile and offered it to me. I gently took it in my hands and dubiously stared at it. What if I hurt him?
“You won’t hurt him and there is no wrong way to do it,” Archer said gently. “You will sense his pulse immediately as you go to bite. It’ll direct you to the vein.”
I nodded my head and shyly looked up at Chris. “Um, thank you for the…food?”
Chris chuckled and smiled widely. “That’s a first for me… being thanked before the bite. You are very welcome. I hope you enjoy it.”
“You’re really nice. Thank you,” I whispered with a small, grateful smiled as I turned my attention back to his wrist.
I could no longer ignore the pounding of his heart and his appetizing scent. I ran my nose along the underside of his forearm as I took a deep breath in. I was picking up hints of his cucumber and melon moisturizer, the morning sun, and grass. Without another thought, I bit deeply into his wrist, my fangs finding his vein perfectly, and sighed in ecstasy as his blood gushed into my mouth.
His taste exploded on my tongue and I was blasted with so many different and unique tastes that it was overwhelming at first. I focused and tasted what I thought might have been the last thing he had eaten. I was picking up garlic and onion and… earthiness. I tasted the environment he had been living in and my brow furrowed as I tasted the nicotine he must have been second-hand inhaling on a near-daily basis. I had started to taste the vitamins he must have been taking when his heartbeat suddenly doubled and a deep, sensual moan sounded.
I opened my eyes to see him staring at me through hooded eyes as he slowly writhed in his seat. He was looking at me with such carnal need and I vaguely became aware of him rubbing his massive hard-on through his khakis.
I was so shocked by the display that I immediately retracted my fangs and sat up. “Oh… oh God. I-I’m sorry,” I said as I looked over at Archer with wide eyes. He was staring at me with much the same look Chris had.
“Why did you stop?” Chris asked, his voice sounding utterly disappointed and needy.
“I-I uh…,” I tried to explain but I had no words for how uncomfortable the scene had made me feel. Archer had warned me that I would have feelings for my “food” but that wasn’t the case. It was VERY apparent that my “food” had feelings for me, though.
“It felt so good,” Chris breathed as he sat up straighter. “I’ve never felt anything like it before. It was like being on ten tabs of MDMA at once.”
Archer’s brow furrowed as he spoke. “What do you mean? Is it different from when others of our kind feed on you?”
Chris emphatically nodded his head. “When the night walker’s feed, it hurts a bit. When you or the others like you have fed on me, it feels really good. I mean really, really good. But just now… with her… it was stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before, ten times stronger. I hate to say it, but I was seconds away from the best orgasm of my life when she stopped.”
Archer’s eyebrows rose as he looked up at me again. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my hands. I was way too embarrassed by what had just happened to look anyone in the eye.
“Well, at least she didn’t kill him like I thought she would,” Oleif grumbled from the doorway.
“Your control is very impressive, Skye,” Archer praised. “Very impressive indeed. How do you feel right