Page 38 of Kingly Bitten

Then she began to suck, and fuck if it wasn’t the most erotic sight of my life.

Maybe it was her alluring scent or my current frame of mind or the fact that this female had given me my first enticing challenge in over a century, but watching her feed had me hard as a damn rock almost instantly.

I was enraptured by her. Utterly captivated. Lost to the little mewl of content she released as her throat worked.

Her eyes fell closed, her cheeks darkening to a pretty pink shade.

I didn’t tell her to stop. I should. Iwould. But not yet.Just one more moment, I thought, my opposite hand going to her hair to draw my fingers through her soft strands. Only, the blonde strands were tangled, confirming her need for a shower and drawing my focus to the water falling only a few feet away.

Pulling my wrist from her mouth, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the tiled interior.

Her hazel irises were more green than blue now as she stared up at me in obvious confusion. Rather than comment, I set her on the bench and took hold of one of the movable showerheads. The other two pelted my back with hot liquid as I used the third to dampen her hair.

She said nothing, just watched me.

When I finished wetting her strands, I handed her the showerhead and grabbed a bottle off the ledge.

She angled the water at herself but didn’t move much, her focus entirely on me and my fingers as I massaged a generous amount of shampoo into her hair.

When I lowered my palms, she washed them. Then I took the sprayer from her to rinse the suds from her head.

We repeated the actions with the conditioner.

“Stand,” I told her when I finished, aware that my blood had more than cured her momentary nausea.

She obeyed.

I returned the showerhead to its hook in the wall and picked up a bar of soap.

Her pupils flared as I began to lather the object against her arm. Then her shoulder, her clavicle, and her opposite arm.

I waited for her to say something, to voice one of the many questions roaming through her gaze, but all she did was stay absolutely still as I caressed her skin.

“You’re allowed to speak,” I said, my touch returning to her collarbone before venturing down to her sternum and lower to her belly.

She shivered, her nipples beading into beautiful rosy buds. I avoided them with the soap, painting her entire abdomen in suds and moving to her sides.

Her hip bones were next, followed by her thighs, knees, and calves. And on my way back up, I focused on the trimmed blonde hairs of her feminine mound.

“You’re aroused,” I whispered, smelling her desire and seeing the glistening proof on her pretty pink folds. It made my mouth ache for a bite. Mmm, maybe I would fuck her tonight after all.

“I’m being caressed by an apex predator with seductive properties meant to ensnare prey. Of course I’m aroused.”

Her flat tone drew my attention away from her pussy and up to her face. She spoke as though this attraction between us was standard, like any other vampire could stir a similar reaction from her flesh.

I stood with my hand still against her mound, my fingertip gliding downward to gently tease her clit. She jolted, a subtle hiss leaving her lips.

“And that?” I asked. “Is it just another one of my seductive properties?”

“Yes.” No emotion. No elaboration. Just a straight confirmation that she believed this all to be a result of my vampire heritage and nothing else.

“That’s naïve,” I said, circling her sensitive bud with a precision cultivated in over three thousand years of experience. “Not all vampires excel in the art of sex.”

“They don’t have to,” she returned. “Humans naturally bow, making sexual skill a moot point.”

“You don’t bow,” I pointed out.

“You haven’t asked me to.”