B Positive by Jewel Killian

Twenty-Four

Whatever life forceor magical energy blood imbued into vampires, I was swimming in it. Buzzing with it. From head to toe.

That’s what it was like kissing Julian.

His lips—pliant but forceful, soft but also firm—teased against mine. Just the barest brush at first, before he spun me away from the table and had me pinned to the wall, claiming my mouth with his.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as his hands roamed over me, his body pushing against mine. My leg hitched over his hip, and without realizing, I’d arched Ms. Lady up and pressed her against the hard rod of steel in his pants.

Another feral snarl tore from Julian’s lips as I deepened the kiss, tasting the earthy, delicious flavor of his mouth.

God, he tastes good. Feels good. Smells good.

Another growl vibrated in his throat in response and I wondered if I’d gain the ability to hear his dirty thoughts about me at some point.

A question for later.

I trailed my hands down the perfect triangle of his back, letting my nails bite into his flesh through his silky shirt.

In response, Julian twisted a fist in my hair and licked up my neck, reducing me to little more than a shivering, moaning mess. “May I feed from you?” The question rumbled low in his throat.

And I could only manage a pathetically whimpered, “Yes.”

I hadn’t even thought about it long enough to question it.

Yes, of course Julian could feed from me. Hadn’t he already? What stage of the bonding process was this, anyway?

Before I could linger on those thoughts, Julian’s fangs sunk into my neck and I freaked the fuck out.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a sec! Hold on!”

To my utter astonishment, Julian disengaged quickly, wiped off my neck, and locked a hard but curious gaze at me. No trace of those scary-ass fangs to be seen. “Something wrong, love?” Amusement and annoyance both played on his features.

“I…um. It’s just—I was worried about those saber cat fangs of yours and didn’t want to end up without a jugular or something.”

“Ah, that.” Julian lifted his top lip and allowed his normal sized fangs to descend. “I thought I demonstrated the last time I took your blood, but I’m happy to spell it out. I control how long and scary they are, Eden. And I would never put you or that exquisite neck of yours in harm’s way.”

Oh. Right.Now I remembered. He’d only had regular-sized fangs when he’d fed from my wrist before. “Well, now I just feel silly.”

Julian let out a gruff laugh which pressed his, well, his everything against me even more.

“Care to pick up where you left off?” I purred.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Julian trailed the blade of his tongue up my neck once more and sank into me.

This time, I relaxed into it and let the venom do its fucking job.

Tingly warmth rippled out from where Julian greedily sucked and all I could do was ride it to ecstasy.

I wriggled against the wall as the pleasure took hold of me, cradling the back of his neck and head to push him further into my neck.

His free hand slid under the waistband of my jeans, taking a firm hold of the fabric as he ripped them off of me and tossed them behind him.

Another moan tore from me at the raw strength of his display.

If I wasn’t already soaked…

That would have done it.

His drinking slowed until he only lapped at the drops of blood that made their way to the surface. Julian’s fist tightened in my hair as his hand skimmed down my stomach and across the top of my underwear to cradle my love cave.

A guttural rumble rattled against my neck once Julian discovered how wet I was. He gripped my whole pussy and smooshed everything around and if it hadn’t felt so good, I might have thought he didn’t know what he was doing.

Julian definitely knew what he was doing.

He nosed his way up my neck until his lips brushed the outside of my ear. “I fucking love how wet I make you.”

I moaned beneath him, raking my nails across his back until his shirt ripped. I took that as my cue to shred the shirt until it hung in ribbons from his arms and I had free rein over that smooth expanse of solid muscle.

“Did I say you could ruin another one of my shirts?” His gruff whisper sent a shiver right through me. But as punishment, he stopped smooshing me.

I snatched his hand by the wrist and put it right back. “I don’t recall asking,” I murmured and ground myself against him.

His rough laugh danced up my spine and he went to work right where he’d left off.

I rocked against him, getting closer but also tired of the high school shit. I hooked a finger in his belt and snapped the leather free. But before I could get to the trousers, Julian stopped me.

He pulled back, staring deep into my eyes. “We can’t go too far, Eden. Not yet.”

“Why not?” I groaned, and not in the sexy way.

“If we want the bond to set properly, we have to do things in a certain order.” His hand kept working me and making my thoughts disconnected, but I was certain Sunny had explained it to me.

“So, I can’t fuck you until I drink your blood, is that it? Because Sunny said it was smell, blood exchange, mark, then sex with blood, and since I haven’t had your blood, yet, is that what’s holding this up?” Let’s get this fucking pony to the races.

Julian held my gaze for a long moment before shaking his head. “It’s not quite that simple, but I’m happy to pleasure you any way you desire until the time is right.”

I pushed his hand off me pushing him away a few feet as well. “I don’t want to be pleasured, Julian. I want to get railed. There’s a difference.” What didn’t this guy get?

Julian chuckled low in his throat. “Believe me, Eden, every bit of my being wants to give in to your desire, and I will, in time. But right now, it’s important that we do things by the book.”

He stepped closer and knelt before me as he slid my underwear down my legs.

Lightning-fast, he hooked both my legs over his shoulders, supporting my weight there as his hand kept my hips pinned to the wall. “We will have plenty of time to fuck each other, Eden, but right now, we must take things slowly,” Julian said, looking up from between my legs.

I imagined I could hear any news from his lips in that position.

He quirked an eyebrow at me, asking permission yet again, and I nodded.

Julian smirked at me before diving in.

I clawed at the wall behind me as Julian’s tongue met my lady cave. He flattened his tongue and licked from opening to clit like I was an ice cream cone.

In moments my thighs shook with the need for release, abs and lady muscles squeezing tight in preparation.

Julian sucked me into him.

And I lost my fucking mind.

He didn’t just suck at my clit or pull it into his mouth and flick it around a little.

Uh-uh.

He sucked my whole pussy in there, big lips, little lips, everyone got a ride in Julian’s mouth.

He slid his tongue between everything and licked and swirled and curled around until I screamed his name.

The orgasm didn’t wash over me.

It didn’t crash into me.

It fucking obliterated me.

And when it was over and all my un-put-backable dominance flowed into me once more, Julian placed my legs back on the ground. I laid in a heap staring at the wall, and I couldn’t help but laugh at all the gouge marks I left in the pretty red color.