Page 21 of The Silver Fox Vampire

She was too good, too pure for that.

His balls ached to buggery, his cock was rock hard in his pants, and his fangs were very soon going to spring to their full length.

But as she lay on the bed, her panties darkened by her arousal, he focused on the scent of that sweet muskiness, not the drum of her pulse or the throb of the vein in her neck.

Not the sweet scent of that little drop of her blood.

He did the only thing that would at least partially slake his thirst. He would make her come again. And again.

He parted her legs wide, flung one over each of his shoulders and buried his face in her sweet hungry little cunt.

She arched and cried out, and he lapped and sucked on her, imagining that he was suckling at her pulsing vein, gulping her sweet blood.

His cock wept with need. His stomach growled with hunger.

He was a fucking mess. He shouldn’t have ever let himself go near her tonight. He’d been doomed from the moment she’d walked in wearing that red dress.

Grimly focusing, he parted her labia and blew on the pearl of her clit, then lapped and curled his tongue deep inside her until he felt the flutter of her impending orgasm, his hands lifting her butt cheeks off the bed so he could gain purchase.

Her fingers were in his hair, clawing through to his scalp, whimpering his name, just like he’d imagined she would, high and hoarse and desperate. And the pain of her nails was good, it distracted him from his own debauched desires, let him focus on giving her yet more pleasure.

As she fell apart for him, he laved her faster, more firmly, until she was a quivering mess on the bed covers, her legs akimbo, her body limp. But still, he sensed she had more to give.

Even when she begged and laughed, “Oh, too sensitive, please… oh no… yes, oh goddess…” he didn’t slow his pace.

He felt the tension winding up inside her abdomen. Oh yeah, he would make her come again. Determinedly, he wrenched another orgasm out of her with his tongue, gulping down her juices, lapping at her until she was so wrung out, she was pleading for mercy. His cock grew fit to burst at the sound, his fangs ready to descend at the scent of her, the beauty of her soft white thighs quivering around his head, the curve of her belly, the dark blonde wet curls around her pussy.

He could so easily ruin her life right now.

Even steal it from her, gods forbid.

She scrabbled up panting, her usually pale cheeks flushed, her legs spread, and demanded like a sweet little whore, “Fuck me!”

Oliver could barely tear his gaze away from her glistening slit, the jewel of her clit taunting him.

“Have you got protection?” he growled, torn between longing for her to say yes, and needing her to say no.

“I’m on the pill.” She lay back and spread her legs wider, biting her full lower lip…

He was so close to giving in, so close. He had not fucked for a century, he had no diseases. She was protected from the rare chance of a human/vampire pregnancy. Unable to resist one more taste, he moved up her body, still in his fucking suit pants and his half ripped-open shirt, to seal her lips with his, but the smell of her blood made him back away from her neck.

Instead, he stroked her nipple through the red silk of her dress, bent his head and sucked on it, closing his eyes so as not to see the vein in her neck throbbing, until she moaned and arched into him, still able to give more, the little witch. And, oh wicked gods, that tiny graze, that scent of her blood was calling him.

You. Need. To. Leave.

Abruptly he pulled away from her, stood up.

“I will be back shortly,” he bit out, fastening the buttons of his shirt.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“To buy condoms.” A flimsy excuse, but he had to make up something.

She sat bolt upright now, her hair a riot of golden waves. “I haven’t had sex with anyone for two years, I’ve had all the tests for STDs and?—”

The fact anyone had fucked her before him made him grind his molars, but he forced a smile. “I haven’t been tested recently.” True, because he hadn’t fucked in eons.

Her gaze clouding, she asked, “Have you had many partners in that time?”