Page 41 of Shifting Hearts
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Jas
J as salivated over the metallic scent of her blood. His eyes fell to her heaving chest as he caught her wrists. He twisted her blouse around her arms and pulled it tight. He pulled a tactical knife from his boot and pressed the point to her cheek.
“Stay still. I wouldn’t want to cut you,” he cautioned.
He twisted the blade so the flat of it was against her skin. He dragged it down her cheek and held it against her throat. She swallowed uneasily before he dragged across her chest and slipped it beneath her flimsy bra.
Seraphina shrieked as he quickly tore through the small slip of fabric holding the cups together. Her delicious tits bounced free.
“You’re a magnificent creature,” he murmured before sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Her back arched as she moaned. He slammed her back on the desk and raised the knife.
“No!” she screamed as he swiftly brought his arm down. With a thunk , the blade sunk into the mahogany. Though it wasn’t the chain he’d fantasized, she was immobilized.
“Now you can’t smack me again.” He grinned wickedly. He breathed deeply, unable to quench his excitement as blood beat against his temples like a pounding drum.
“Now, I’m going to show you what you’re missing.”
Edmond was mistaken if he thought he had any right to claim Seraphina. If his sire wasn’t such a creature of habit, Jasper would think the timing suspicious.
She was his. His angel. His mate.
She bit her lip as he bit her hard enough to leave his mark, but not enough to break the skin.
He trailed open mouthed kisses, causing her to whimper. She arched her back as he buried his face in her belly, tickling her with his beard.
He bit the elastic band of her skirt and pulled it down over her hips and off her body despite her protests.
Jas ran his nose up from her ankle to her knee.
Her blood called to him, but he wanted to prolong the moment.
For him and for her. Once he tasted her, there was no turning back for either of them.
He peeled her panties away, exposing her pink pussy.
“Salvation is between your thighs, angel. I intend to find deliverance.”
Her hips bucked as he blew across her lips. He took a deep breath, allowing the scent of her bloodied core to tease his senses.
“Please,” she cried as he ran his calloused thumb over her clit.
Beneath the exterior of the billionaire, he was still the tavern owner, and his appetite hadn’t changed.
He continued playing with her as he pushed down on her lower abdomen and grabbed the string of her tampon with his teeth.
He pulled it out slowly, wanting her to feel every bit of it as it slid out.
The angel’s cheeks flamed as he triumphantly raised his head. The bloody piece of cotton dangled from his mouth. He held her gaze as he increased the pressure and speed in which he moved his fingers.
Jas dropped the tampon on her belly before grabbing the armchairs across from the desk. He forced her legs apart and placed her feet flat on the cushion. Blood dripped from her core, staining the wood beneath her ass.
Delicious .
He removed his purple and black striped tie, running the silk between his thumb and forefinger before rounding the desk.
“Jasper,” she whimpered.
“Communication is important, especially in a power dynamic. We use things referred to as safe words to signal distress and/or limits. If you prefer a light system you could use ‘yellow’ to indicate slowing down or ‘red’ meaning stop immediately. However, you can choose any word you like.”
She blinked up at him but didn’t say anything.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He unfurled the tie, allowing it to dangle over her hands before grabbing both ends and pulling it taught. “I’m going to tie this around your eyes. Depriving you of one sense will sharpen the others, enhancing your pleasure.”
She drew in a sharp breath as he lowered the silk over her eyes.
“Did you pick your word?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It can be anything; a color, a sound, an object.”
“Do you have a safe word?” she asked.
“Tavern,” he replied.
“Have you used it before?”
“Yes.” He sighed, grateful she couldn’t see him at the moment.
“Mercy.”
“Mercy is your safeword?”
“Yes, sir. Mercy,” she confirmed.
“Good girl, angel. Remember, if you need me to stop at any point, use your safe word.”
He grasped her hair, held her head steady and kissed her. He was rough, sucking on her bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed. He rolled his tongue, allowing saliva to pool in his mouth. He pricked his tongue with his sharp canine and allowed blood to mix with his spit. Seraphina waited for him.
He spat into her mouth and wrapped his hand around her throat. “Swallow.”
The muscles in her neck moved beneath his palm as she obeyed. He tapped his fingers in time with her pulse.
“Don’t forget your safe word.”
He kissed her again, this time enjoying the softness of her lips against his. His stomach flipped as she reciprocated. He covered her heart with his hand, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath as her tongue slid against his. She moaned into his mouth, making his cock twitch.
Jas didn’t know where they would go from here. He was desperate to mark her. He needed to claim her, and it was more keeping Edmond from her. This moment was between him and his angel.
She awakened feelings he’d never experienced before. He admired the fire in her belly and how she wasn’t afraid to stand up to him.
The only issue he foresaw was their natures. She said she’d been sent to save him, but what did that even mean? Save him from what or whom? And what if he couldn’t change? What if he couldn’t be saved? Would she accept him for who he was?
What if he couldn’t love her? Just the thought caused him to pause. Even he knew she deserved that. No soul would ever be good enough for an angel like her.
“Tavern?” she questioned.
“It’s okay, angel.”
Even with her hazel eyes hidden beneath a blindfold, she was perceptive. How much of his history did she know? Was she privy to every sickening detail? He needed to distract himself from the guilt that threatened to choke him.
He rounded the desk and kneeled between her thighs. Jas forced her knees up toward her chest, exposing not only her pussy, but her ass to him. He leaned into her glistening core and inhaled deeply as her pheromones drove him wild. He growled, trying to keep the frenzy at bay.
She whimpered as he blew across her folds before licking from her ass to her clit. She was delicious, sweeter than honey. Her pussy was tight, squeezing his tongue as he wiggled it inside her. Her blood coated his tongue, doing absolutely nothing to quench his thirst.
His belt buckle clinked as he pulled it open. He yanked the leather strap from the loops and whipped the desk with it, causing the angel to jerk. His button and zipper yielded quickly, allowing his throbbing cock to spring free.
Jas took his cock in hand, stroking himself as he continued his feast. It wasn’t enough blood to sate his thirst. His base urges battered against his restraint, urging him to act on instinct.
Darkness ran through his veins as the beast broke free. His eyes no longer saw the angel’s milky skin. The blood wooshing through her body flamed his arousal.
“Tavern,” she called.
He couldn’t hear her as the bloodlust drove him wild. A feral snarl twisted his rugged features, turning him into a grotesque creature.
“Mercy,” Seraphina cried.
“There is no mercy,” he growled as he opened his mouth and pierced the soft skin of her inner thigh.
A guttural scream tore from her throat as her blood flowed freely down his throat. The viscous liquid settled in his stomach. For the first time since he’d become a blood sucker, he almost felt full.
Jas pressed the tip of his middle finger into her pussy, as he withdrew his fangs.
He licked over the puncture wounds before covering her skin with his mouth.
Her blood intoxicated him more than the bourbon he’d spent lifetimes cultivating.
He sucked and licked, massaging the muscle and encouraging the blood to continue flowing, so he wouldn’t need to bite her again.
Her pussy tightened around him as she writhed against his desk. His blood lust hadn’t been culled, but he had to stop. He swiped the pre-cum from his cock head and used it to tease her clit.
He rubbed his cheek against her wounded thigh as he pumped his cock. Jas loomed over her as he came on her pussy. Jet after jet of sticky cum landed on her, mixing with her blood and turning pink.
When he was done, he picked up the tampon and used it to scoop up the cum and stuck it back inside her body.
Her sobs pierced the fog and brought him back to himself. He’d lost all control and proved that he was unredeemable. He quickly bit his finger and used his ability to heal her. The punctured skin quickly knit itself back together as though he’d never tasted her.
The silk tie felt heavy in his hands as he unwound it from her head. Her eyes were wet, and she quickly avoided his gaze. He needed to explain, but the apology stuck in his throat. Would any words ring true or did she view him as a monster?