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Take a Vein

M aya

Feeling like a lamb to the slaughter, I pull my still-damp hair over my opposite shoulder, then lean in. This is my choice, but it involves so much trust. Even though I’m holding a sharp knife almost as long as my forearm, and even as sick as he is, he could still kill me with his bare hands.

I’m beyond trembling, my hands are full-on shaking as I lay my neck bare. I feel his harsh exhalations graze my skin as I wait for his teeth to strike.

Instead, he reaches for my empty hand, pulls it to his face, and pierces me with a stare. I guess I’ve seen too many vampire movies about neck biting. He’s going to take my wrist. He’s waiting, giving me one more opportunity to opt out.

Being this close to him, I can see the pain on his alien face. It’s obvious what this pause is costing him. It’s clear he’s starving for my blood—he’s trembling, too—but he’s waiting once more for my permission.

When I nod, his gaze dips to my wrist for the first time. I imagine this deadly alien hunter can sense the blood under my flesh. Perhaps he even sees the blood flowing in my veins, or maybe smells it.

He lets out the softest moan, gently grips my fingers with one hand, my forearm with the other, and lowers his head.

His strike is swift and painful. Although I try to control it, I let out the slightest gasp. I was hoping this would be impersonal, but at my sharp intake of breath, his gaze rises to capture mine, ensuring I’m okay.

“Go ahead,” I whisper through gritted teeth as I nod my assent.

Before the words are out of my mouth, he’s sucking. I always thought the movies were full of shit. I mean, how could someone sucking your blood feel good? But somehow the sharp initial pain morphs into calm.

Is it my body’s reaction to fear? Does it produce calming chemicals to counteract my terror? However it works, not only does a sense of peace wash over me, but it’s morphing into pleasure. With every deep drag of my blood, it feels as if there’s a corresponding pull sucking at my clit.

I watch, transfixed, as his head bobs slightly each time he sucks. The metal jewelry bands in his mahogany hair sparkle as they catch the light from the vid screen. It’s only when my head tilts, leaning on his muscled pec, that I realize I’m too weak to hold up my head.

“A’Dar. A’Dar!” I call as I weakly struggle to pull away.

His hands clamp down on me. No longer soft and respectful, they’re like vises. His pulls are deeper now, merciless.

“A’Dar! You’re killing me!” My tone gets his attention even though he can’t understand me. He quits sucking, but it takes an extra beat for his eyes to focus on my face, and another pause before he unlatches his fangs from my wrist.

He licks the puncture marks, lapping up the drops of blood. Like magic, the bleeding stops, the wounds close over, and all pain disappears.

I’ve let him take too much from me. I’m in a dreamy state. My thoughts are sluggish. I watch as if it’s a movie as he leans close, tilting his head, looking at me so intensely it’s as if he’s memorizing every hill and valley of my face.

The girl should kiss the monster , I think about the movie I’m watching. He’s dangerous and sexy.

Instead of kissing her, though, the monster lifts her gently onto his lap and pets her hair. The producers did a good job with his language. It’s foreign, with sibilant s’s and hard consonants and an occasional click from the back of his throat.

It’s sexy, I think. And his dread-like hair, long enough to reach his waist, brushes against the girl’s cheek.

Oh. It’s not a movie. That’s me.

“I hope I didn’t harm you, Maya. So generous, but I took too much. Apologies.” His fingers slide through my hair, as they finger-comb it. “Your array is so soft.”

“My hair?” I ask dreamily.

“Hair,” he repeats the word as if it’s a magic spell. “Array,” he says, indicating his softly sueded dreads.

He’s licking my wrist, lapping at it, soothing it though it’s already healed over. I’m still in that nowhere land between awake and asleep. My thoughts are fixated on the here and now. The physical.

My body is awakened. Everything is standing at full attention. My nipples are beaded to hard, needy points. My clit is throbbing, thrumming, filled with blood and desperation, demanding to be touched.

When my lids flutter closed, I sink deeper into my dreamy trance and allow myself to pursue my pleasure. It’s easy to shift my position from sitting crosswise on his lap to placing one knee on either side of his thick, muscular thigh.

It’s like a lightning strike crashes into my body when my clit makes contact with his flesh. Sometimes even with a sexy book and a vibrator I have trouble orgasming, so I don’t know how this one hard slide against his granite muscles through layers of clothing manages to detonate a DEFCON 1 release, but every muscle in my body spasms.

My eyes and mouth widen in surprise, then tighten as my release whips through me like brushfire after a drought. I moan as I grab his shoulders to help leverage myself against him to garner more pressure as I greedily prepare for another orgasm.

His palms grab my ass and he grinds me against him with the most delicious force until the ecstasy increases, transforming into something beyond imagining.

My muscles are tightening and releasing, and with each spasm, my pleasure climbs immeasurably higher. When I gather enough control to open my eyes, I’m staring directly into his face, which is only inches away.

My orgasm almost derails as fear whips through me. His face is still terrifying, especially after I saw it open up in some predatory display just before he killed that roach. But my rampaging physical bliss makes another detour, getting back on track and rising higher as I see A’Dar’s alien face taking such deep pleasure from my pleasure.

A tiny smile plays at the corners of his mouth. His eyes are focused on me, as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And his hands are still dragging my pussy against him, extending pleasure that has gone on longer than any orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Come hard for me, Maya,” his alien words whisper as his eyes command me to embrace my bliss.

I can’t break our eye contact as I rise even higher, my body bucking with the force of my release. Finally, I spiral down, so spent I would be sprawled on the floor if he wasn’t clutching me so tightly to his chest.

“Beautiful,” he says as he leans to kiss the top of my head.