Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
-Acadia’s secret thoughts
ACADIA
I’d just had sex, and it felt so good!
I was literally singing that song in my head, and it wasn’t until the man beneath me started to chuckle that I realized that he could hear every word I was singing.
“Shut up,” I muttered into his mat of chest hair. “I don’t want to hear a word.”
“No, ma’am.” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I pinched him and went to stand up, stopping when I suddenly felt woozy.
He cursed and caught me before I could face plant into his chest, and turned me so that I was on my side, facing him.
Then he thrust his bloody wrist into my face, and ordered me to, “Drink.”
I glared at him but stopped when his eyes started to glow a cool pale blue.
“Your eyes are glowing,” I observed, fixated on the sight.
“They do that when I feel extreme emotion. You didn’t notice that when I was on top of you a few minutes ago?” he asked carefully.
I shook my head. “No.”
He brought his wrist to my face, and I felt his bloody skin touch my lips.
Involuntarily, my tongue darted out, then I licked my lips, causing the sweet burst of flavor to explode on my tongue.
“Why do you taste so good?” I questioned him curiously.
His mouth quirked.
“Because we’re irresistible to humans. We have to feed, and what better way to make us absolutely undeniable to our food source?” he asked. “It’s kind of like those animals that act all defenseless to lure their prey, and once the prey is within striking distance, they pounce, devouring them before they even know what hit them.”
“You lure your prey?” I tilted my head slightly.
His lips twitched.
“Yeah,” he said. “For over nine hundred years now. How do you think I stay alive?”
I pursed my lips.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I hadn’t given it much thought. “I just thought maybe there were volunteers.”
“There are,” he conceded. “But we weren’t always out in the open like we are right now. It took us hundreds of years to get to this point.”
“You mean it used to be worse?” I read his tone, realizing that he wasn’t reliving good memories. His eyes were haunted, and he looked like he wanted to think about anything but what he was thinking.
So, I gave an experimental suck on his wrist, and that same spicy flavor coated my tongue again.
I would’ve thought that drinking blood would’ve been disgusting, but surprisingly it tasted not half bad. It still wasn’t a cookie or ice cream or anything, but it wasn’t brussels sprouts.
Then things that had already been satisfied once in the last thirty minutes started to tingle once more, causing me to moan and writhe.
The man that’d been doing the dream thinking started to come back to me, and I, for one thought that was a good thing. If only he realized that I was horny as hell, and stuck that cock back inside of me… I mean, really, I was naked. He was naked. I saw good things.
The wrist that I was sucking on was torn away from me, and the flow of deliciousness was cut off, causing me to whimper and cry out in need.
That big body on the bed next to me moved back to between my legs, and that’s when I felt it. Against my thigh.
It was big. Hard. And I wanted it.
Now.
This’ll have to be fast, princess.
I responded in my head and got his reply right back.
Yes. I’m going to fuck you now.
• • •
“We can communicate with each other in our heads?” I broached the subject ten minutes later as I watched, exhausted and sated, from the bed as Con pulled his pants up over his hips… his naked hips.
“It seems so.” He grinned. “Definitely good news.”
I didn’t know if it was good news or not. Was it due to me sharing his blood that allowed me to garner all these new abilities? Like seeing in the dark and being able to hear his freakin’ heartbeat?
Speaking of which…
“Why is your heart beating?”
His head came up slowly, and I had to bite my lip as the move made shivers of anticipation run down my spine. He looked gorgeous standing there, naked but for a pair of dress slacks.
His beard was long and blonde, and I was curious as to how that was there, too. The things I’d heard about vampires was that all facial hair was slow to grow… and this man’s beard was epic.
His shoulders were broad, his skin a milky white that seemed to glow in the moonlight.
And there were tattoos… dozens of them peppered over that milky white skin. They were so numerous, in fact, that I couldn’t even begin to explore them all today. It’d take me weeks to explore each one.
“That happens during times of deeply felt emotion,” he said. “Like when I’m fucking a woman that I’ve been thinking about fucking for weeks now.”