Legacy of Blood - By J. L. McCoy Page 0,23

Archer growled behind me but I didn’t care. I was only focused on one thing and that was filling my starving stomach with his delectable blood.

Jason gasped as I ran my nose up the length of his neck. Now I understood why Archer and Jameson always did that to me when I was human. You could completely smell a person this way; you could almost even smell their blood. Jason smelled like the tequila I was certain he had drank last night and the cranberry juice and fruit salad he had consumed for breakfast this morning, too. My nose was so sensitive that I could actually smell another tantalizing scent that he was starting to give off. It smelled like sex and it excited me even more.

I moaned at his arousal as I leisurely licked his pulsing vein, enjoying the sensations of each beat as it reverberated rhythmically on my tongue.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jason whispered his enthusiasm as he gripped my hips tighter to him; his manhood pressed thickly against my center.

I couldn’t wait another second to have him and fisted his hair in my left hand as I pulled his head further to the right and struck; sinking my fangs deep within him. He moaned loudly, as did I, when I swallowed the first pleasurable mouthful that was Jason’s life blood. I could tell right away that Jason had been a bad boy last night. His blood was heavily laced with alcohol and a massive dose of Tetrahydrocannabinol (I had been a college student once and was very familiar with THC).

His hands gripped my ass as he pulled me harder down on his lap. I involuntarily ground against him as I lost myself to the ecstasy of my meal. For all his naughty ways, Jason sure was delicious.

His heartbeat pounded all around me as he dry humped harder. I know I should have cared that I was letting a stranger get so intimate with me, but I was enjoying the blood so I figured he should be able to enjoy himself too. All too soon he came with explosive force as he shouted some other girl’s name.

I pulled my fangs out of his artery with great difficulty and flung myself back and away from him as quickly as I could. I was suddenly afraid that I’d pounce back on him and drink him dry. I was still hungry and the satisfied sounds he was making, coupled with the smell of his arousal, were almost my undoing.

Something inside of me had awoken during that feeding. Drinking from Jason had been vastly different than drinking from Bethany or Chris. The experience was much more carnal, animalistic, and primal. It had awoken the deepest part of my vampirism and ripped it to the forefront. The experience left me tingling all over and exceptionally turned on. I suddenly wanted to feed and fuck until I couldn’t move anymore.

“Fuck,” Jason moaned as he finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. “That was amazing. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life.” I looked down at his pants and saw a massive wet spot slowly spreading.

I felt someone grab my hand and pull me further away from Jason. Without realizing it, I had started to drift back over to him. Archer turned me to face him and looked down at me, staring intently into my eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Can you focus?”

I shook my head as I licked my lips. “Get him out of here,” I breathed heavily as I warred with my hunger. “Get him out of here right now, Archer.”

“Jason, thank you for coming but I need you to leave,” Archer said calmly, never taking his eyes off mine.

“But…” Jason started to say before Oleif cut him off.

“Leave and live or stay and die,” he said gruffly. I heard Jason scramble up off the couch and jog from the room and not a moment too soon.

Chapter Seven

“Well, it looks like she got over her trepidation about feeding… though she almost had intercourse with the human,” Oleif sneered.

“Oleif, Archer and I need a moment alone,” I breathed as I took a step closer to Archer, the leftover lust from my meal completely consuming me. There was a needy fire burning inside of me and only Archer held my salvation.

Archer’s eyes grew wide as he read every thought in my head. I licked my lips and growled when I heard Oleif answer that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Get the hell out