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On instinct, I slid a hand up his chest and slipped my index finger between his lips. His body jerked beneath me. His eyes shot down to mine. As desperate with need as he was, Frederick still retained enough of his wits to know what I was offering.
“Cassie,” he breathed, my name on his lips a question.
I nodded, letting him know that, yes—I was okay with it.
He made a sound that was half groan, half snarl. He bit down, and—
It didn’t hurt. Not really. I’d donated blood before, and while the tip of my finger had more nerve endings than my forearm did, the bite wasn’tbad.
Frederick lapped at the little wound like his life depended on it, licking and suckling me and... it was surprisingly sexy. His face was contorted into the same ecstatic, blissful expression he’d worn when he’d buried his face between my legs earlier that evening, andfuckif I couldn’t have spent the rest of my life looking at him when he was mindless with pleasure like this.
“Cassie,” he groaned, utterly wrecked by what I was doing to him. My finger slipped from his mouth; he greedily sucked it back in.
And then he flipped us with an inhuman speed that made me breathless, leaving me flat on my back before I’d realized it had even happened. I’d seen hints of his more-than-human strength before, but there was something primal, wild about the way he climbed atop me now.
He leaned over me, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
“Please,” he rasped, his voice thick with his fraying restraint. His forearms were all corded muscle and shaking tension as he held himself perfectly still above me. My finger was still between his lips. He looked like he might die if I withdrew it. “I want to feel you.”
I nodded, understanding from the desperate look in his eyes what he was asking me.
“Please,” I whispered.
With a grunt and one delicious thrust of his hips he was fully seated inside me. I gasped, stunned, the sheer enormity of him stealing the breath from my lungs. My body clenched and unclenched involuntarily, struggling to adjust to his size as he tried to hold himself back.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down into a searing kiss. I’d never been with someone this big before, and the delicious way my body had to stretch to accommodate him feltincredible. He waseverywhere, all at once, and I wanted him to move, to feel the glorious sensual pleasure of him sliding in and out of my body. I wanted to have him in my arms as we moved together, to fall apart in ecstasy as I held him close.
On a shaky exhale he slowly pulled out, and then thrust back into me with so much force the headboard knocked against the wall. I slid my hands down his backside, gripping the hard muscle beneath my fingertips as I tried to pull him even deeper inside me.
“Is this okay?” The cords in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he fought to hold on.
“Yes.”
He groaned, feral, his lips so close to the overly sensitive skin of my neck I felt it more than heard it. Whatever thin filament of restraint he’d been clinging to seemed to snap with another sharp thrust of his hips. And then another. And another.
“Mine,” he growled, the speed of his thrusts increasing, his voice taking on a deep rumbling timbre I’d never heard from him before. I answered with an incoherent moan, writhing beneath him, pinned to the mattress by his strong hands and the relentless pace of his hips.
He’d been a patient and giving lover earlier. Now, he was using me, my body—my blood—for his own pleasure. The realization that he wasn’t going to let me out of this bed until he’d thoroughly had his way with me thrilled me. A desperate cry tore from his throat, nearly sending me spiraling straight into another orgasm.
“Please,” I begged breathlessly, not even knowing what I was begging for. I canted my hips upward, matching his thrusts, mindless in my desperate, urgent need. My lungs couldn’t pull in enough air. My body couldn’t get enough friction. There was nothing in the world but his breath in my ear, the pounding, relentless thrusts of his body into mine, and the shimmering orgasm he was about to give me that still remained frustratingly out of reach.
“Frederick—”
“I... want... to... feel... you... ,” he gritted out. I was nothing but mindless sensation. “Cassie, come for me.”
When I came, Frederick quickly drew another finger between his lips, biting down and then sucking on it desperately. I was still in the throes of pleasure when his hips slammed into me one final time, my blood on his tongue, my name falling feverishly from his lips. His whole body went rigid above me, his back arching, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head so tightly his knuckles were white.
We were silent for a long moment after that as we lay side by side on his mattress. My head lolled on his chest, the gentledesigns he was drawing on my arm with his fingertips making me drowsy. The only sounds in the room, aside from the steady rhythm of our breathing, drifted up to us from the street below. Cars honked, and people carried on, just like it was any other Friday night—even as my life had suddenly and irrevocably changed.
SEVENTEEN
Rash of Chicagoland Blood Bank Break-Ins Confounds Local Hospitals [from page 5 of the November 14Chicago Tribune]
John Weng, AP—Chicagoland hospital administrators are scratching their heads over a wave of recent blood bank break-ins among donation centers in Chicago’s Near North Side.
“We expect a certain number of donations to go missing each week,” said Jenny McNiven, volunteer coordinator at Michigan Avenue Children’s Hospital. “Our blood drives are mostly volunteer-run, and mistakes happen. But what we have seen in the past forty-eight hours cannot be explained by simple human error.”
According to McNiven, three different centers had break-ins over the weekend. In each case, volunteers showed up to their morning shifts to find refrigerators’ doors hanging off their hinges and most of their contents removed. A pair of elbow-length white satin gloves left behind at one of thecenters is being analyzed by the Chicago Police Department’s forensics team for clues.
