Page 35 of Blood Day (Blood Alliance #7)

But he’d just spent the last however many minutes reminding me of my place.

I didn’t understand.

Why would he do that? Was this just another trick? A way to mess with me even more?

“Tell me to eat your pussy,” Master Cedric said, his mouth hovering over mine. “Demand it and I’ll give it to you.”

I shuddered. “You’re playing with me.”

“No, I’m teaching you,” he corrected. “You’ve been taught to only care about the enjoyment of the master you’ll serve. But your enjoyment matters to me.”

“That’s not what you said?—”

“I pointed out what the university has taught you. Now I’m instructing you on my preferences. So tell me to eat your pussy, Lily. Tell me to lick that sweet little clit until you’re crying with pleasure and begging me to stop.”

His words stirred the fire inside me, renewing the inferno seeking to destroy my veins.

I hated him for it.

Hated how easily his words provoked such a response.

It was all just a game to him to see if I would follow his orders just so he could humiliate me again.

But a broken part of me wanted to beg.

That shattered part of me wanted to matter, to seek my own pleasure, to make him follow through on his word .

Because I deserved better than this. I didn’t want to be a piece of food to be toyed with before a meal.

I wanted more.

I wanted his wicked promises and dark touch.

I wanted the version of Cedric from our shower.

Was he even real?

There was only one way to find out.

To play his game.

He could deny me again. But I would expect it this time. Some new twist.

And that infuriated me.

It made me want to shake him and force his head between my legs, to truly demand that he do something for me for once. Not for him.

I wanted to matter.

I wanted to feel .

“Lick me, Cedric,” I dared him. “Make me come.”

He smiled, and for half a beat, I expected the worst. But he kissed me instead, his tongue mastering mine before he started a delirious path downward.

Licking.

Nibbling.

Nipping me with his teeth.

Never harshly, always teasingly.

Especially against my breasts, where he laved my stiff peaks while holding my gaze.

I nearly came from that attention alone.

But then he continued his sensual trail past my belly button to the damp heat between my thighs.

He didn’t tease me there—he took. He claimed. He owned .

His licks were damning, tracing my seam before spearing me deeply. Then he slid his tongue up to my sensitive nub and allowed me to feel his fangs .

I jolted, my heart kick-starting in my chest. He’s going to bite me there .

I’d seen it done in class before when Master Peyton had taken a female student aside for punishment. She’d bitten the poor girl while one of the males had fucked the female’s mouth.

She’d passed out after minutes of choking noises that sounded like gurgled screams.

The memory of it made me cold, yanking me out of the moment as ice shot down my spine.

Master Cedric’s mouth left my center, his fingers replacing his tongue as he slid one inside me and caressed my clit with his thumb.

“I don’t know what memory put that haunted look in your eyes, but it has no place here between us,” he said softly as he stroked me deep with his finger. “Come back to me, sweet Lily.”

A tremble below knocked loose some of the ice building inside me.

Then his mouth sealed around my nipple again, the heat of his tongue a lash against my chilled skin.

He didn’t relent, his eyes holding mine as he tormented my breast. Then he switched to the other, and my thoughts melted into the abyss, Master Cedric’s mouth my sole focus.

And his fingers.

He’d added a second to my channel below, his thumb still massaging my swollen nub.

I started to pant, the heat singeing my insides all over again and driving me nearly insane.

I needed something more. Something I couldn’t convey.

But Master Cedric seemed to know.

Because he moved downward once more, his mouth creating a searing line of open-mouthed kisses all the way down my body.

Until he captured my clit again.

This time with his lips and not his teeth.

He added his tongue, his gaze still holding mine through each instant.

I felt like I was on the verge of death. Shaking. Panting. Moaning .

If he stopped now, I’d kill him.

But he seemed intent on finishing this—finishing me .

I gave in to it. I let him lead. I granted him access to my very soul. It left me vulnerable in a way I’d never anticipated, but he didn’t abuse my trust, his tongue whispering sweet benedictions against my intimate flesh.

The maelstrom inside me continued to build, to roar with need, stoked onward by his tongue, until I felt a temporary paralysis in my limbs that froze me on the very edge of oblivion. It sent a quake through my limbs, my spirit crying out for something I didn’t understand.

Until Master Cedric’s fang gently skimmed my throbbing flesh, sending me free-falling into a dark insanity.

I screamed, my training nonexistent and incapable of igniting under such duress.

I was lost.

Swimming through a sea of electrifying intensity.

My limbs shook, my stomach clenched, and my heart beat rapidly in my chest.

The climax was so powerful that it hurt.

And Master Cedric wasn’t done.

He kept sucking my clit, driving me into another head-on collision with ecstasy that left me shaking beneath him in a delirious state of bliss.

I panted his name, telling him I needed a break .

But he continued, his gaze holding mine as his mouth demanded more.

I started to weep, my body telling me I was done.

However, a new storm brewed to life beneath his oral assault, forcing me to accept more, taking me to new heights that threatened to black out my vision.

I nearly begged him to stop.

Just for an explosion to take me to the stars in a new way, leaving me breathless and lifeless on the bed.

Only then did Master Cedric release me, never once having bitten me the way I’d feared.

He even gave my clit a final kiss before going to his knees between my thighs.

I clenched around him, terrified that he intended to fuck me now that I was exhausted from pleasure.

He didn’t.

Instead, he pressed his palm to my damp heat, coating his skin with my arousal. Then he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke, using my slickness as a lubricant.

It was so intense. So hot. So beautiful to watch. He kept his eyes on mine the whole time, his expression darkly hungry.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he promised. “Not tonight. But it’ll be just like this, after I’ve driven so much pleasure from you that you think you can’t come again. And I’ll prove you wrong with my cock.”

I shivered, the image his words painted one I rather liked.

“I’m going to take your ass, too. Maybe even the same night. Fill you with my cum and make every part of you mine.” His rhythm increased with his words, his muscles flexing in his arm. “You’ll taste my cum tonight, Lily. Just like I tasted yours. ”

I swallowed, already looking forward to his flavor.

“Mmm, you like my plans,” he hummed, his pupils pulsating as his grip tightened. “You wanted to please me earlier. Maybe I’ll let you tomorrow. But only after I devour you again.”

He leaned down to lick me between the thighs, causing me to flinch and moan at the same time.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, his expression turning pained.

His free hand went to the bed beside me as he leaned over me, the head of his cock brushing my opening as he continued pumping himself.

“I’m going to come all over you, Lily. Mark you as mine and make you fly again with my pleasure inside you. ”

I shuddered, the flames in my veins igniting with excitement despite my tired state.

His head nudged my heat again, making me wonder if he planned to thrust home, but his hand was moving faster now, his pace telling me he was close.

“Grab my shoulders,” he commanded.

I obeyed, my fingers loving the feel of his muscular frame.

Then he kissed me as though he required my mouth to breathe.

I responded in kind, losing myself to the sensations brought on by his presence. By his touch. By his tongue. By that intense sensation between his thighs.

I felt close to the edge. My mind catapulting into that delirious state once more.

It was overwhelming insanity.

He wasn’t even really stroking me.

Yet I dug my nails into his skin as though I was the one about to explode.

He growled against my mouth, my name a curse on his tongue as his orgasm seized hold of him. Hot ecstasy licked across my flesh, claiming me between my thighs.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “Rub my cum into your cunt and come again.”

I didn’t deny his order of self-pleasure this time, my desire to do exactly what he’d said slamming me square in the chest.

Because I wanted his claim.

And just the thought of him releasing his orgasm between my thighs had me on the edge of joining him in sweet oblivion.

My core was soaked with his arousal and mine. I ran my fingers through it and dragged it up to my swollen flesh, rubbing it just like he’d commanded.

It hurt in the best way, my body on the verge of breaking from too much passion.

But I forced myself onward, circling my nub and feeling his intimate claim.

His head nudged my entrance again, driving me that much higher. Then his hand replaced his hardness, his fingers sliding through the mess he’d made and shoving the essence inside me.

“ Ohhh ,” I moaned, that possessive action slaying my every thought.

He did it again.

And again.

All the while, I stroked myself.

Until I couldn’t think beyond sensation and his presence above me, his lips lingering near mine.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his gaze intent. “Right now, Lily. I need to see you fall apart with my cum-drenched fingers inside you.”

A violent quake threatened to destroy me.

But I followed it .

Embraced it.

And screamed as it overtook me.

Blackness descended, my world shuddering to an abrupt halt.

Only for Master Cedric’s mouth to bring me back to life, his blood a familiar taste against my tongue.

Except his fingers followed, painting my lips in our shared arousal, then he kissed me again, drowning me in the unique flavor of our passion.

I was… done.

Overwhelmed.

Dying.

Yet living for the first time.

All because of his dark games. His mercurial personality. His delirious desires.

“Tomorrow we’ll play again,” he promised, his lips against my ear. At some point, he’d tucked me against him with my back to his chest. And the residual dampness between my thighs felt fresh and warm, suggesting he’d cleaned me with a wet cloth.

Did I lose consciousness? I wondered dizzily.

“Sleep, my flower,” he whispered. “Sleep and we’ll indulge each other more tomorrow.”

My eyes slid closed.

My world darkening once more.

Except dreams waited for me this time when I slept.

Dreams that quickly morphed into nightmares of Blood Day.

Where the Magistrate was Master Cedric, standing at the podium and sending me to the moon chase with a sadistic smirk on his face.

Run fast, little flower, he whispered. Run fast until you die .