They are coming to drag me away again, and I have to convince Dume to pretend to be chained. If they knew he wasn’t, they might hurt or even kill him. He does it begrudgingly, his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing as I wink and saunter towards the guards.
“Let’s go, boys, another fun day of torture ahead!”
One of them glowers at me and grips my upper arm, dragging me out and slamming the door behind me. “Ooh, rough, I like it, make it hurt, daddy.”
He thrusts me away in disgust, and I laugh as I tumble into another guard. “No? What about sir? Does that make you hard when you watch them scream and bleed?”
They ignore me then, tugging me back down a familiar path, only this time I keep my eye out for Griffin, but he is nowhere in sight. I hope he’s okay. If any of those winged fuckers hurt him, I’ll eat their souls and wear their bodies like a dress as I fuck up their friends.
The door is opened, and I’m tossed inside before they shut and lock it and walk away. Turning with a grin, I wink at the vamp who is waiting for me. He watches me with hungry eyes, still suspended in his chains. They have taken the guard’s body away, but blood covers most of the room. “Hello, sexy, miss me?” I tease.
“Dawn,” he rumbles, his lips around my name making me shiver. His fangs flash in the dark and I lick my lips, remembering how good his bite felt.
Running my finger across the wall, I saunter around the chamber, keeping out of his reach as his eyes track me, his body not moving an inch. “Another fun day of torture for us both, but I have something to run past you first.” I stop and look at him for a moment. He says nothing, not a big talker, this one, but that’s fine.
“I don’t know if you don’t remember your name or you simply don’t want to use it, so what about Jair?” I suggest. “Apparently it means to eat death, apt, no? I like it.”
“Jair?” he rasps, his eyes far away for a moment. “I have had many names. My human one died with that body, the one they called me as I decimated kingdoms and armies no longer holds meaning, and the one they called me after only reminds me of their hate...Jair. I like it, it comes from you, my fresh start. My saviour and future, Jair. I am Jair.”
“Jair, it suits you,” I reply and step closer, running my finger down his face. He leans into the touch, his eyes closing, his fangs hanging over his lower lip as I trace around them before pricking my finger on one. He groans as I gasp, blood forming on the tip. Eyes flicking open, he watches me hungrily as I press it to his mouth.
He sucks it between his lips, his eyes on me as he laps at my blood, drinking it from my finger. The draw seems to link to my clit which starts to throb in time with each pull of his mouth. Panting, I watch him with lust filled eyes, wanting that mouth on my pussy. Imagining the threat of his teeth as he did that to my clit…
“Jair,” I whisper breathlessly.
He pops my finger from his mouth, and his eyes bleed to black as his lips tip up in a snarl. It sends a shot of lust and fear through me. This is a feral man, I love it.
I step back, and his growl increases until his arms suddenly dart forward. The chains creak and then snap, the manacles still around each wrist. He moves fast, lunging at me.
Grabbing me, he tosses me onto the floor and follows me down, blanketing my body as he wrenches open my thighs. He presses his hard cock to my pussy as he twists my head to expose my throat. Snarling my name, he sinks his fangs into my throbbing vein, making me scream and buck beneath him as he starts to feed.
Each draw of my blood has me rubbing against his cock, wanting him buried inside me, both fangs and cock. He must get the hint because he glides his cock across my wet pussy, teasing me as it bumps my clit and makes me moan. He groans, ripping his mouth away and looking at me. His eyes are still black and my blood covers his lips