Page 5 of Big Enough to Bite (Harmony Glen #3)

Chapter Five

Mari

T he taste of Sam’s blood makes me shudder with a second orgasm.

Feeding is not usually sexual for me, though the recipient is always put at ease at the very least. He tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced—sweet and rich, savory and nutrient-packed.

I don’t know if all giants have blood like his, but tasting him may have been a mistake. I’ll always want more.

My fangs ache with the growing need to fill myself with everything Sam. “I don’t know if I can resist you.”

Wrapping his enormous hand around the back of my head, he kisses my cheek. With a lift of his chin, he arches his neck forward and presses my mouth to the carotid artery pulsing beneath his skin. “Don’t resist. Take what you need.”

His hardening cock nudges my leg. It’s difficult to believe he’s already aroused. Most would want to sleep after a venom-prompted satisfaction. Again, it could be a normal giant response.

“I could hurt you. If I lose control…” I graze his pulse with my lips and a moan escapes.

“I’m big and strong. I have much more blood than a human, Mari, and I have faith that you’d never harm me.” He traces a path from my ass along my spine and down again. His fingers cup my cheek, then grip my thigh, allowing him to tease my soaked pussy.

“You shouldn’t tease a vampire, Sam.” I rock back against his fingers.

He lifts his hips until the tip of his thick, hard cock slides against my wetness. “This isn’t teasing, sweetheart. This is an offer I hope you won’t refuse.”

I want him inside me. I want to taste more of him, all of him. Our extreme size difference makes it impossible to sink my teeth into his throat and impale myself on his cock at the same time. Though he’s so huge, I may need to take that part slowly.

His blood rushing through the artery sounds like the ocean, and I long to dive in.

Unable to resist the aching in my fangs, I lower them into his flesh.

I feel the moment I penetrate his tissue, and then as his blood fills my mouth, my need for all of him overwhelms me.

Blood flows through me, filling me in ways that a rabbit or deer never could.

Sam teases my clit with those big but nimble fingers. He presses one inside me while he moans my name, and his cock presses against my leg. I shift to caress his shaft with my thigh.

His moans feed my soul as his blood feeds the rest of me.

Enraptured but not out of control as I’d feared, I slow my intake. I lick around the wounds, knowing it will release venom and draw out his pleasure.

Jerking under me, he cries out as he grips his cock and comes along my ass and thighs. My orgasm flushes through me, and I drink deeper while it grips me.

Sam holds me without any fear as I let my fangs slip from his throat. I lick the wound and revel in the last bit of blood that seeps out as the two puncture holes close, leaving just minor pink marks behind. He caresses my back. “Are you alright?”

“So good. You can’t imagine how good you taste.” Leaning with my elbows on his chest, I look into his eyes. “You’re like ambrosia.”

He smiles. “I was thinking the same thing about you.” His cock is already hard again, and he reaches down to stroke it.

Working my way down the muscular length of him, I rise on my knees until the smooth head of him stretches my pussy.

Gripping my ass, he holds me in place. “I may be too big for this, Mari. What we’ve already done is enough.”

But it’s not. I want more. My body yearns to be filled by him. I fight his grip and lower by half an inch. “I need you.”

His finger teases my ass, pulling a moan from my lips, and I press for more of him. There’s a stretch and then satisfaction as my body adjusts and takes him inside an inch more.

“Fuck, Mari. You can’t know how good you feel.” He relaxes his hands.

Centimeter by centimeter, he fills me, and my sheath stretches and adjusts to the length and girth of his enormous cock until I’m so full, I scream his name.

I lift and lower slowly and steadily, dripping with arousal.

Each time he’s deep within me, my pleasure peaks, and when I rise, my clit pulses.

Emboldened and near to another orgasm, I speed my pace.

“Maaaarrrri!” His warm seed fills me, pushing me over the edge.

Taking the full glorious length of him, I throw my head back and scream while pleasure rips through me as it never has before.

Collapsing on top of him yet still intimately connected, I wish we could stay like this forever. “That was amazing.”

“If I didn’t need food, I would stay like this with you for the rest of my life.” His stomach growls as if on cue.

Meanwhile, I’m satisfied in every way. Sexually, to be sure, but I feel physically better than I have in more years than I care to count. “Your blood is like an elixir for me.”

Gently lifting me and sliding from my body, he kisses my forehead. “I’m glad I bring something to the table.”

“You’re selling yourself short, Sam Reus.

Nothing can compare to what we just created together.

No pleasure could be more complete, not for me.

” Even saying the words brings me sorrow, knowing that it would be foolish to continue a relationship that can only end badly.

Everything eventually comes to an end, and usually, I’m okay with that.

“I should go, and you should eat something.”

He rises and pulls a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from his dresser drawer.

Everything in the house is super-sized. It’s all been made to fit Sam, yet I don’t feel insignificant.

I like the sturdiness of the place. Carrying the clothes, he turns the water in the shower back on.

“We should get cleaned up. I’ll cook a steak and pour some more wine.

Then you should stay the night.” He drinks down the rest of my wine.

Even as I step under the flow of water, I say, “This is a bad idea.”

“Don’t think so much.” Sam soaps me from my feet up. Everywhere he touches, I burn for him.

Aroused, I make involuntary moans and squeaks, which I’ve never heard come from me before. “Are you trying to seduce me? I would have thought you’d be satisfied.”

Shifting so that the warm water washes away the soap, he brushes my hair behind my ear. “Are you satisfied?”

Everything about him takes my breath away. Pressing my hand to his chest, I feel the strong beating of his heart. “The answer to that question is complicated.”

“How so?” He leans down and kisses the crown of my head, then washes quickly before turning the water off and wrapping a blue towel around my shoulders. He takes another for himself and dries his enormous body.

Unable to take my gaze from him, I sigh. My voice shakes. “I’m sated both sexually and feel the nutrients of your blood nourishing me. Yet, when you touch me, I could have you again and again.”

Taking a comb from the vanity, he hands it to me. “And that scares you.”

Terrifies me. The comb is as big as my arm, but the teeth are regular, and I comb through my curls. “I don’t see a future, and you could get hurt.”

“I’ll worry over my own heart.” He grins. “I’ve never met anyone whom I wanted with the intensity of this thing between us. Some things are meant to be, and no matter how hard you fight against them, you’ll end up in the same place. Why not let this happen and see where we land?”

Retrieving my claw clip, I twist my hair and put it up in a loose knot. “I’ll stay while you eat, and then we’ll see.”

His face lights up as if I’ve agreed to far more than a few minutes and some wine.

I pull on my tank top and skirt and slip into my sandals while his attention never strays from me.

Holding my hand, he leads the way into the kitchen. “Do you ever wear underwear?”

“Why do you ask?” I can’t believe my body’s response even now after so much pleasure.

Filling my glass with wine, he shrugs. “I wonder if you had some plan to seduce me even before you came to the back door at your house.”

I sip the excellent wine and let the rich notes of currant and warm grape flavors envelop me. “I never wear underwear. I had intended to keep my distance from you.”

“What changed your mind?” He pulls a steak out of the refrigerator. It’s large enough to feed an entire human family.

“Resisting the offer of fresh blood and the sight of you naked were more than I could bear.”

The sight of him rubbing seasoning into a slab of meat shouldn’t be erotic, but I press my thighs together all the same.

“Forgive me if I’m not sorry you couldn’t resist.”

“Most people sleep a long time after an experience with a vampire. You don’t feel tired from the loss of blood?” I look for signs of regret or harm, but his cheeks are pink and his eyes are filled with mischief.

He puts the steak aside and washes his hands, keeping his gaze fixed on me.

When he leans across the island, his face is even with mine.

“I feel better than I ever have. Making love with you was more extraordinary than anything in my life. Giants have a lot more blood than humans. We’re not susceptible to poisons, though I’ll not say your venom had no effect. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

“I feel better than I have in years,” I admit, though I’m not sure why I want to tell him things.

“Then I taste better than a rabbit?” His smile is infectious.

I wonder if he’d look so pleased if he knew just how good he tastes. How I long for his blood even now. Though his body, his attention, and his stare suddenly outweigh my drive for the bite. That’s a first. “You must know your blood was beneficial for me.”

Rounding the island, he stands close, leans in, and trails a path of kisses along the side of my neck.

Tenderness isn’t something I’m used to. My skin tingles with every touch.

When he reaches my ear, his voice is tender. “The taste of you was so sweet, I’ll never get enough of you. The feel of your pussy hugging my cock…” He growls, closes his eyes, and steps back.

Meanwhile, I’m about to come from the wash of those words and the memories they conjure.

With one hand on the back of the stool and the other on the island, he has me cradled. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are blown. “I’m too big. What you were able to do shouldn’t be possible.”

I’d thought the same thing, but it was as if he were made to stretch me to my limits. It’s hard to breathe because I’m so fucking aroused. “If you want to eat that steak, you’d better step back before I strip you naked and fuck you right here in the kitchen.”

Another growl. “Tempting, but then you might distract me again from getting the answer to my question.”

He rounds me and opens the slider to the backyard. The cool air is a welcome rush against my heated skin. I swivel the stool and watch him the way I might track a deer in the woods. Yet, I’m content to keep him in my sight for now.

Turning on the gas grill, he draws several long breaths. In his sweatpants, there’s no hiding the state of his insatiable cock.

My mouth waters, and I sip my wine.

When he returns, he pulls a larger glass from the cabinet and pours wine for himself, then opens another bottle before cooking his steak.

We sit at the counter while he eats. His gaze rarely leaves my face. “Why don’t you think you can have a meaningful relationship?”

“Vampires as old as I am are driven by blood. We can’t be domesticated.

One day, the need will overwhelm me, and I’ll hurt you.

That’s why I don’t drink human blood. Once I taste it, it’s hard to resist taking more than my share.

” This will be the moment he looks at me like a predator, and he’ll ask me to leave.

He puts his fork and knife down. “Have you hurt someone, Mari?”

“Not since I was first cursed. But I’ve seen it in other vampires. I’ve been careful.” Always living on the edge of things, never letting anyone get too close.

“Who did you see hurt people?” There’s no accusation in his voice, only calm concern.

Memories flash through my mind. Lights gutter out in the wet streets of Paris as the lamps go out. Bodies lie lifeless in the mud. He laughs and wipes his mouth. “You must feed, my dear. It’s our right. You will see, when you’re older, the need will grow so great, you won’t fight it.”

Sam’s strong hand grips my shoulder. “Mari?”

“I’m alright.” I shake away the memories from the days before I escaped. “Pierre Brochet made me a vampire. He taught me the way of things and how to stay alive. He’d get angry when I refused to kill humans. He’d belittle me when I preferred to hunt animals.”

“That took a lot of courage, disobeying your sire.” Sam’s touch is gentle as he runs his thumb along my collarbone.

“Perhaps, but it brought me nothing but pain. In the end, I escaped, and that’s all that matters.” I’ve been telling myself that for over a hundred years. I have often wished a vampire’s memory wasn’t so perfect.

Frowning, Sam brushes a tear from my cheek. “No one will ever hurt you again, Mari. You are safe here.”

Cursing myself for tears and weakness, I dash them away. “I can take care of myself, Sam. It’s been a very long time since Pierre had me under his thumb. He’s nothing but a memory.”

“A painful one.” He lowers his gaze to my fists on the counter. Taking both in his hand, he lifts them to his lips. His kiss is soft and sweet.

I relax my fingers and hold his hand. “The memory of that pain keeps me alert. I’ve been safe for all this time. But I’m an old vampire now. Pierre said that blood would become harder to resist.”

“Was he right?”

“I don’t tempt myself. I keep myself well fed. You are the first person I’ve drunk from in many years for fear I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

“But you did stop.” He smiles. “I’m unharmed. It was the most extraordinary sex of my life. You’ll hear no complaints from me.”

I didn’t struggle to stop feeding. His blood soothed me, aroused me, and satiated me all at once. My cheeks heat. “It was the same for me.”

“Maybe Pierre lied.” He releases my hand and puts his dishes in the dishwasher. “Stay with me tonight?”

I slip my hand into his. This feels so right, it’s terrifying.