Chapter 8

But what he did instead shocked me more, literally. I never considered myself overly kinky, but I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me, invigorating my senses. Like a lightning bolt, it ripped down my spine and into my erection, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. As his finger disappeared between his lips, his tongue darting out to taste my blood, my dick erupted in him with an explosive rush.

“That’ssick,” I said with a shaky laugh.

He grinned. “You liked it. Got you off, didn’t it?”

I couldn’t deny that. “What’s it taste like?” I wanted to know, fascinated.

“Blood,” he said, shrugging. “Warm, living, succulent. A little sweet, if I’m being honest. You taste good.”

A flush burned my face. “Yeah, and you know that how? Who else’s blood have you had lately?”