I reached behind me, grasped my shirt at the neck, and tugged it over my head, tossing it to my brother. Elsie didn’t bother to hide her perusal of my body, her nipples hardening into points as she tracked her gaze across the defined lines of my chest and abdomen, taking in every inch of me the way I had watched her yesterday.
“Both it is then.” Her voice was still even, but I could clearly see that her pupils had dilated when her eyes returned to mine. “I don’t expect to take more than a sip from each side, as I said.” She walked behind me, tracing her fingertips gently across my shoulders and up the side of my neck. “Would you like to choose which is first?”
“Choose for him,” Crowe answered before I could, arching a brow at me when I scowled. “We need this done with.”
Elsie hissed from behind me. “I’ll allow you to stay if that’s what he wants, but you will not order me, Crowe, and you will not speak for him. The question was for him and him alone.” Command rolled through every word and her nails scratched lightly across my skin.
“Crowe’s right,” I admitted, my voice husky as a shiver of anticipation worked its way up my spine. I didn’t even care that both Crowe and Sebastian were watching me intently, my body was strung tight as I waited to feel everything she had to give. “I tend to suck at choices, I just take what I want.” I was inclined to think of it as being proactive in life, rather than being indecisive. If I wanted everything, I took everything. What was life without choices, without variety? A hell of a lot less fun, that was for sure.
“Very well.” Even as the words left her mouth she struck, her fangs sinking into the left side of my throat. Pain seared through me, hot knives piercing my skin, and I let out a combination of a moan and a scream as my body hardened. I felt her swallow once, then again, each draw of blood forcing the wounds she’d inflicted farther open, increasing the burn. Her fangs withdrew, and she licked over the bite marks, sealing them closed. “That was unexpected,” she murmured, her voice thick, before she licked the skin on the other side of my throat.
“I told you he’s a masochist,” Crowe muttered, his hands flexing in his lap. This was a huge act of trust on his part, allowing her to drink from me like this, to not tear her away when her fangs pierced me, but other than the movement of his hands, he wasn’t betraying any of the stress he was feeling. Sebastian’s eyes were wide with shock, however, as he watched, and I smirked.
“Some of us like the pain, pretty boy,” I teased him, enjoying the throb that still bloomed on my throat, and a blush stained his cheeks.
“That part wasn’t unexpected,” Elsie remarked with a chuckle, the vibrations against the fragile skin making me shiver. Fuck, that felt good. She licked again before sliding just the edge of her fangs over my flesh. “He doesn’t taste like any witch I’ve ever had before.” Her tongue flicked my ear as she added, “You taste good, Draven,” in a whisper meant for my ears alone, though I knew Crowe’s enhanced hearing would catch it. With that, she struck again, her fangs sliding deeply into me.
I had already been hard, a side effect of her body against mine and the pain she had caused me, but this, this I never would have expected. I groaned, angling my head so she could sink in deeper, my hand rising to cup the back of her neck and hold her to me.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I hadn’t planned to form the words, let alone speak them, but they came out on a groan as my cock throbbed. She sucked, swallowing deeply as her tongue worked against my skin. Precum coated my hard length, and I resisted the urge to palm my hand over myself. It felt as if she was sucking and licking up and down my cock, every inch of me radiating with pleasure as I convulsed beneath her mouth. She could drink from me every damn day if this was how it felt. Pleasure ricocheted down my body, the base of my spine tingled, and my hips thrust into the air, searching for the body it felt, even knowing it wasn’t there.