Page 46 of Taste of Forever (Vampires of Sanguine #3)

My tongue and fangs dragged over her flesh, eliciting shivers and more soft sounds from her.

I touched the tip of one fang to her nipple and earned a soft gasp.

But a bite right there would be far more pain than pleasure, so I pulled the sensitive tip with my fingers while my mouth sucked and licked, on the hunt for a perfect spot.

The inside curve of her left breast called to me, her heartbeat like a drum summoning my bite. I didn’t warn her, I just struck. Heather’s short scream became a low moan, hips rolling against me as her nails dug into the back of my neck.

I made sure to keep the bite shallow and again, fed only briefly.

But this time, I didn’t seal the puncture wounds when I pulled away.

Blood welled at the two points before traveling down her chest to stomach in two thin rivulets.

I was ready, tongue flat to her skin as I licked up one trail and then the other.

“I could cover you in your own blood just to taste every inch of your skin,” I groaned, kissing her sternum.

“Fuck.” Heather’s head pressed back, her throat column long and sexy.

“Do you like me drinking from you?” I rolled both of her breasts in my hands, fingers closing at the tips and pulling.

“Yes,” she cried. “But you’re doing it so quickly that I can’t come.”

I grinned against her stomach. “You’ll earn your orgasm soon, blood mate.”

More blood made a lazy trail down her body and I lapped it up, dragging my lips and tongue indulgently over her skin like she was a decadent piece of fruit. The wounds on her chest were already clotting, so I made my way further down her body.

I kissed her bellybutton and lower stomach while positioning her thighs over my shoulders.

Heather’s hands were in my hair, scratching my scalp and tugging at the strands.

With my fangs and hands I made quick work of her soft lounge pants, tearing apart the seam down the middle.

Her panties were a simple cotton like her bra, and they were already soaked.

“Fucking Temkra, this is everything.” The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug, every bit as potent and luscious as her blood.

I pressed my mouth against her pussy and sucked at the damp fabric of her underwear. A jolt rolled through Heather, her hips bucking into my face.

“Laith!” she cried out, fingers curling in my hair.

“Heather,” I moaned against her flesh. “I want to die right here. Fucking face down and drowning in you.”

Every fiber of my being wanted to move that scrap of fabric to the side and taste her properly, but there was more I wanted to do here. I had to pace myself.

I turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, then did the same to her opposite leg. Alternating between each leg, I ramped up the intensity with every kiss—sucking harder and scraping my fangs against her sensitive flesh until she was shivering and squirming.

“Such a good, beautiful blood mate,” I murmured before my next pair of kisses. “Letting me feast on her body like this. I think she’s earned an orgasm.”

“Yes,” Heather panted. “Please!”

“Watch and learn, Justin. Maybe you’ll learn something about pleasing a woman.” I grinned, nuzzling the erotic pulse in her femoral artery. “Not that you’ll ever be in the same league as a vampire.”

I struck and Heather’s flesh yielded like butter to my fangs.

Her blood filling my mouth on that first pull was the best-tasting yet.

It was rich with oxygen and the essence of her .

Heather’s body shook while I held her leg firm to my mouth.

Her back arched off the bed with the force of her release, her other thigh clamping like a vice around my head.

Her fingers may have drawn blood from my scalp, but fuck if I cared.

I released her and sealed the wound with my tongue as she started to come down, but I was far from done. Her legs fell open, body limp as she panted. She only got a few seconds of reprieve before I couldn’t fight it any longer. I pulled her panties aside and licked a long stripe through her cunt.

“Laith.” Her voice was breathless, surprised.

“Heather.” I tongued her opening and sucked her lips into my mouth. “You think you can come so beautifully and I won’t need a taste of that too?”

“Oh, God…”

Her moan was long and wanton as I pressed two fingers inside her and spread them to stroke her inner walls.

“So tight. You’re squeezing around me already.” I teased her clit with my tongue while my fingers built up to a steady rhythm. “Such a sweet pussy should never go neglected. You’ve been dying for good cock, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Heather was so turned on that her wetness began dripping down my wrist.

“You need to be properly fucked, don’t you?” My slickened thumb rolled over her clit, massaging the firm little mound in lazy circles. “You need someone that can actually give you what you need. Make you come and scream until you crash out, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Heather planted her heels in the mattress and thrust her hips against my hand, matching my rhythm and seeking more. “Yes. Please, Laith.”

“You don’t need some fucking loser who will never touch you, who will never anticipate your needs or even try to meet them.

” My gaze was riveted on her, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust, her beautiful face in agonized bliss, but I could almost see Justin in my periphery.

I could feel the weight of his shame and it was fucking delicious.

“No, I only need you, Laith,” Heather whimpered. “Please, I’m so close.”

“So fucking sweet when you beg.” I added a third finger and drove into her with more force, my hand making wet sloppy sounds with each impact.

“Oh, fuck!” Heather stretched around my fingers and she fisted the sheets at her side.

“You’re taking me so well.” I sped up my ministrations on her clit, sending her toward that peak that she so desperately needed. “My beautiful blood mate was made to take everything I give her.”

Heather’s mouth opened like she was about to agree, then she let out a choked cry as her eyes rolled back, her whole body stiffening. She jolted and shook like she’d been electrocuted, the tremors shaking her from head to toe as she squeezed around my fingers.

From the build-up to the aftershocks, she was a fucking vision. I withdrew my hand from her and made sure those hooded doll eyes watched as I sucked her taste off my fingers.

“Delicious.”

She laughed breathlessly. “You’re crazy.”

“If wishing I could bottle your taste to drink you at all times is crazy, I don’t ever want to be sane.”

Heather smiled lazily, stretched out and exquisite in my bed. Her skin was flushed and glossy with a light sheen of sweat. I bent lower, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. Her mouth pressed harder to mine, which made me grin. My woman wanted more.

“Do you want something in that pretty mouth?” I dragged a thumb across her plump lower lip.

Her eyes widened. “Yes.” She was already reaching for my pants.

I pressed back, kneeling on the bed as she rolled forward. Heather took off the remains of her torn clothing while I pulled my shirt over my head. The sight of her drew a deep groan from my chest.

On her hands and knees. Her dark honey hair spilling over her back. The dip of her waist and flare of her hips. The round curves of her ass that begged me to grab them. But what captured me most were her eyes, glancing up with a trusting but shy vulnerability as she pulled apart my belt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I stroked her cheek, pushing hair out of her face while helping with my button and zipper.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Heather laughed lightly, shoving my jeans down my thighs.

“Maybe because my attention is entirely on you, as it should be.” I caressed her upper back and shoulders. “But you have nothing to be nervous about. You’ve already got me like putty in your hands.”

She peeled down my boxers, releasing my cock in a slow, torturous reveal. “I don’t know about that. Looks pretty hard to me.”

Her lips slid tentatively around my head and I forgot any witty retort that might have been on my tongue. “Won’t take very much,” I choked out.

She made a soft humming noise, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she slowly took me deeper into her mouth.

“Holy...fuck.” My fists closed in her hair, head tipping back in bliss. “Okay. I’ll admit I should have let you suck me the other day.”

Heather chuckled, the vibrations running down my length straight into my nerves, my brain, my blood.

I realized she was approaching it like an experiment, trying different things with her tongue, testing my reactions and her own limits.

She took as much as she could without forcing me down her throat.

“I should have known my Science Barbie would give the best brain I’ve ever had.”

Heather pulled away laughing while she continued to stroke my length with her hand. “That was terrible.”

“What are you talking about?” I rubbed her neck, already missing the taste of her blood on my tongue. “That was a good one.”

“Mm-hm.” She didn’t sound convinced but her tongue swirled my head again, so she must have been a little impressed.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I groaned, head toward the ceiling again. “I thought my mouth was pretty good, but yours...damn.”

My gaze returned to her with an imaginary Justin sitting in a dark corner of the room, and a wicked vindication filled me as I slid back into the fantasy.

“Look at the girl you lost, Justin, on her knees and sucking my cock so well. Can you hear how wet her mouth is? How deep and greedily she takes me?”

Heather let out a little moan, her throat relaxing and taking more of my length.

“You fucked up losing a mouth as talented and gorgeous as this.” I twisted Heather’s hair in my fist, pulling just tightly enough for her to feel.

“You probably never got many blowjobs anyway, and I bet you blame her for that. But guess what, Justin?” I started thrusting into Heather’s mouth.

“That’s on you, buddy. You didn’t earn them because you’re a piece-of-shit boyfriend.

You want a woman on hands and knees for you, happily taking your cock in her mouth? You need to take care of her first.”

Heather drew back and released me with a pop of her lips, a wicked gleam in her eye as she stroked me from base to tip.

“What’s on your mind?” I ran my knuckles over her cheek, endlessly awed by her beauty.

“Is it okay if I...” she chewed her lip. “Touch myself?”

Fuck.

Me.

“Of course you can touch yourself. Your pleasure comes first, always.” I smirked down at her. “Does sucking me turn you on?”

“Maybe.” She said the word shyly, but her eyes sparkled.

“I’m the luckiest vampire who ever lived.”

Heather slid one hand down her body to strum between her legs. I could barely see anything from my vantage point but it was still the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“We should get some toys,” I said, running my hands down her back. “Make your multitasking a little easier.”

Her expression was one of surprise. “I’ve never used toys before.”

I let out an exasperated sigh, narrowing my eyes at the dark corner of the room. “Intimidated by toys , Justin? Your insecurity knows no bounds, does it?”

Heather smiled before her lips took me in again, gliding over me with exquisite heat, pressure, and softness.

“Make yourself come.” I gathered her hair away from her face, watching her whole body rock forward and back. “Forget about him. I only want to watch you. Show me how much you like this.”

Heather’s moans increased in volume and intensity, her hand between her legs picking up speed with each greedy gulp of my cock down her throat. Watching her come undone was almost too much for me. Combined with her mouth, it took every last thread of control to hold my own pleasure back.

“You’re doing so good…so good…” I wanted to tip my head back and let go, but my determination to watch her would not be deterred. “Fuck, that’s the best thing ever.”

Heather’s body quaked with her orgasm, the shaking release forcing a long keening from her throat, her toes and fingers curling. She was so overwrought with pleasure that she could barely hold herself up on hands and knees. And yet she kept me in her mouth the whole time.

That was what finally did me in. A choked cry of her name was her only warning before my pleasure crested and spilled onto her tongue.

My fists curled tightly, pulling on her hair.

It had to be painful, but she took my release eagerly.

Her throat bobbed with a swallow, and that sexy motion sparked a fresh wave of blood lust. Through my own heartbeat and ragged breaths, her pulse pounded like music in my ears.

I backed up until I stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed Heather’s ankles and yanked her down toward me.

“I’m not anywhere near done with you.”