flesh around it so taut and soft. He curls his tongue around her, sucking, and she pulls his hand down under her skirt where she’s naked, slick and delicious.
Her apple scent both irritates and inflames him. He squeezes claws into her thigh, drawing out a gasp, and his palm slides sticky over torn skin and blood, the crusted shape of fangholes where the vein pulses.
Vampire marks. Just like Rosa.
Diamond squeezes his eyes shut on glassy memory, his stomach hot and sore. He hit her, that first night, dark hair cascading over her bleeding face, and he still remembers the shocked disbelief brimming in her eyes, that heart-wrenching distance he never quite closed again. He’s never forgotten that sick rush of power.
Never forgiven himself.
His cock swells harder, and he sinks his cruel teeth into Flora’s collarbone, marking her. He prods the fangmarks in her thigh, accusing. “What’s them, flower? You spreading yourself again?”
A delighted whimper of pain. “Just now. I set a little trap for Vincent. Iridium gave me the idea. You’ll like it, I pr—”
“I don’t share with a vampire.” Her blood stings his tongue, fresh and fruitified, and he lets go before he can really hurt her, even though she likes it, the little vipercat. It doesn’t make him feel good, that urge. As rotten as those he despises. Instead, he slides his hand up to where she’s swollen, pressing his fingers just where she likes it, letting her shudders feed slow desire into his body, clean like it should be. “Not ever. Understandify?”
“But Vincent—”
“Because I tell you so. Not because you feel like it. Get it?”
She nods, panting through a wicked smile. “Guess that makes me a bad girl, then.”
He pins her against the wall with his chest and a powerful pump of wings. She helps him, wet fae fingers fumbling together to get his cock out. He parts her flesh with hungry claws and pushes deep and hard into her, forcing her breath away.
Her hot flesh squeezes him, still slick with what she’s done. He can smell the feversick creature on her, blood and sweat and strange male flesh. He can see the thing’s fingerprints on her arms, shining ultraviolet in his eldritch faesight. Hot vampire come burns his cock, sliding down over him in a delicious caress. The mixture of fluids inflames him, and he grips her hips and thrusts harder, breathless.
Her wings flatten green against the rippled metal wall, and she arches and grips tighter with her thighs, murmuring tiny cries of delight. She’s not faking it. He can smell that, too, the rich fleshscent of tension rising inside her, the pleasure chemicals leaching golden into her veins. Fucking like this ignites her. His anger turns her on, and her breathless excitement is sweet poison.
Memories of Rosa’s betrayal boil into his blood, and guilt only fires his rage. He burns to kill the creature who ravished her. Scour and scratch and chew its foul touch from her skin. Reclaim her for his own, any dark and desperate way he can.
Don’t. Share. With. Vampires.
Flora’s muscles stroke him, squeezing as he thrusts, delicious friction but not enough. She squirms, her gasps coming faster. “Yes. Now. Hurt me.”
Toxified fucking relationship, Diamond. Dump her while you can.
To blot Rosa from his mind, he imagines Mina like this, jerking ever closer to the edge, that slutty blue hair falling in her face, her sweet sharp song caressing his skin, vibrating his throat as he swallows.
Scorching heat spears his balls. He grits his teeth and flits swelling wings, banging Flora roughly against the wall. “Mine, Flora. Say it.”
Candysweet pink hair tumbles over her quivering mouth. “Yes. Yours. All yours.”
Liar.
Acid untruth scorches Diamond’s mouth, and it whets his orgasm sharp like razors. Throbbing release drags from him on a curse, brief and hard and painful. She shrieks and sighs, and the instant she’s finished, he pushes away from her to clean himself up.
Flora
Her apple scent both irritates and inflames him. He squeezes claws into her thigh, drawing out a gasp, and his palm slides sticky over torn skin and blood, the crusted shape of fangholes where the vein pulses.
Vampire marks. Just like Rosa.
Diamond squeezes his eyes shut on glassy memory, his stomach hot and sore. He hit her, that first night, dark hair cascading over her bleeding face, and he still remembers the shocked disbelief brimming in her eyes, that heart-wrenching distance he never quite closed again. He’s never forgotten that sick rush of power.
Never forgiven himself.
His cock swells harder, and he sinks his cruel teeth into Flora’s collarbone, marking her. He prods the fangmarks in her thigh, accusing. “What’s them, flower? You spreading yourself again?”
A delighted whimper of pain. “Just now. I set a little trap for Vincent. Iridium gave me the idea. You’ll like it, I pr—”
“I don’t share with a vampire.” Her blood stings his tongue, fresh and fruitified, and he lets go before he can really hurt her, even though she likes it, the little vipercat. It doesn’t make him feel good, that urge. As rotten as those he despises. Instead, he slides his hand up to where she’s swollen, pressing his fingers just where she likes it, letting her shudders feed slow desire into his body, clean like it should be. “Not ever. Understandify?”
“But Vincent—”
“Because I tell you so. Not because you feel like it. Get it?”
She nods, panting through a wicked smile. “Guess that makes me a bad girl, then.”
He pins her against the wall with his chest and a powerful pump of wings. She helps him, wet fae fingers fumbling together to get his cock out. He parts her flesh with hungry claws and pushes deep and hard into her, forcing her breath away.
Her hot flesh squeezes him, still slick with what she’s done. He can smell the feversick creature on her, blood and sweat and strange male flesh. He can see the thing’s fingerprints on her arms, shining ultraviolet in his eldritch faesight. Hot vampire come burns his cock, sliding down over him in a delicious caress. The mixture of fluids inflames him, and he grips her hips and thrusts harder, breathless.
Her wings flatten green against the rippled metal wall, and she arches and grips tighter with her thighs, murmuring tiny cries of delight. She’s not faking it. He can smell that, too, the rich fleshscent of tension rising inside her, the pleasure chemicals leaching golden into her veins. Fucking like this ignites her. His anger turns her on, and her breathless excitement is sweet poison.
Memories of Rosa’s betrayal boil into his blood, and guilt only fires his rage. He burns to kill the creature who ravished her. Scour and scratch and chew its foul touch from her skin. Reclaim her for his own, any dark and desperate way he can.
Don’t. Share. With. Vampires.
Flora’s muscles stroke him, squeezing as he thrusts, delicious friction but not enough. She squirms, her gasps coming faster. “Yes. Now. Hurt me.”
Toxified fucking relationship, Diamond. Dump her while you can.
To blot Rosa from his mind, he imagines Mina like this, jerking ever closer to the edge, that slutty blue hair falling in her face, her sweet sharp song caressing his skin, vibrating his throat as he swallows.
Scorching heat spears his balls. He grits his teeth and flits swelling wings, banging Flora roughly against the wall. “Mine, Flora. Say it.”
Candysweet pink hair tumbles over her quivering mouth. “Yes. Yours. All yours.”
Liar.
Acid untruth scorches Diamond’s mouth, and it whets his orgasm sharp like razors. Throbbing release drags from him on a curse, brief and hard and painful. She shrieks and sighs, and the instant she’s finished, he pushes away from her to clean himself up.
Flora
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