pretty name to match the sleeping beauty who might be my barrier to Theo’s heart. But if I want to win Theo back, helping her might be my only option.
The scent of her blood is sweeter than anything I’ve experienced. If she got mugged or was running for her life, that would explain it. The genuine fear at the base human instinct of fight or flight can hardly be reproduced at this potency with BDSM techniques. Adrenaline and cortisol are pumped through the bloodstream in abundance when a human is genuinely afraid, and it’s cortisol that releases sugar into the bloodstream to give the body the energy it needs to flee or defend…and that’s the very thing vampires strive for to sweeten the blood of their victims.
Karina’s veins are most likely flooded with this chemistry, and it perfumes the air like baked cupcakes or cookies. I close my eyes and my fangs extend, pressing against my bottom lip. My mouth waters.
My saliva will serve its purpose to assist her injuries, so I’m inviting my thirst to the surface. But I bring the bloodlust under control and my fangs recede.
I turn on the lamp at her bedside and my vampire vision enhances what I see. I remove her glasses and set them on the nightstand. She’s pale, so I know she’s lost a lot of blood for her petite size. Her clothes are now stiff with it. Obviously, I don’t have spare blood lying around, but I do the next best thing I know that can help. I let my fangs extend and bite into my wrist. Holding up her head, I let my blood dribble into her mouth just enough for a mouthful or two. Her reflexes take over and she swallows the blood. I snatch a couple sheets of tissue from the box on the nightstand and wipe her lips. Though vampiric blood won’t replace the blood she’s missing, it will speed up her healing process, thereby producing the blood she needs.
Using the scissors from the first aid supplies, I cut the blouse and skirt off her body to give me the freedom to work. The quick bandage I put on her in the office is already soaked.
With a washcloth, I wipe her skin clean, toss the ruined clothes and bandages into the rubbish, and remove her bloodied underwear, rendering my patient naked and a temptation in more ways than I anticipated. Her injury is open and weeping. I dip my head to her waist, inhale the fragrance of her life essence and lick her wound, fluttering my tongue along the cut.
Pure heaven.
My limbs shudder as her nectar explodes across my tastebuds. My shaft hardens and a moan escapes my lips before I’m aware enough to stop it. Fuck. I could easily lose control with this girl.
With long strokes, I pass my tongue around her wound, trying to avoid the center of the sliced flesh, lapping up the crying blood until the bleeding stops. Heal her too much, and I risk exposing her to the supernatural. I try to leave just enough laceration to show she was indeed cut, but healed enough to get her out of danger.
My fangs press through my gums again, and though I am tempted to sink my teeth into her succulent flesh, I pull back, trembling, resisting the urge to dive into her bounty. She can’t afford to be fed from. Not now. But I can certainly see why Theo chose her.
I finish dressing her injury, ensuring I use plenty of wound wash and antibiotic ointment to keep out infection. And after I’ve thrown away the opened packages and tidied up this makeshift exam room, I wash my hands and do my best to remove the blood from her brassiere and panties, which I hang to dry in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, Theo’s expensive suit jacket is ruined, but I inhale his scent mixed with Karina’s blood and my shaft fills again, aching for both. Still, I set the jacket aside to give to Theo later, and stand at the bathroom door to examine the room.
To my left, a rack of toys adorns the wall—dildos, butt plugs, floggers, leather-tipped cat-o-nine-tails, and other delights. A spanking bench is shoved against the adjacent wall. Beside it, there’s a wooden chair and the dresser next to the door. To my right, a cushioned chair, a mini-fridge, a nightstand and the king-size bed, complete with chains, straps, and cuffs bolted to the ceiling above the mattress. Everything has the bordello