18: Deeper Desires

SIERRA

The moment Harper offered to let me feed, my mouth began to water. My heart pounded in my chest as he willingly offered his throat to me. Harper was the epitome of perfection in my eyes, always putting my needs before his own.

I couldn’t deny his selflessness, and when he didn’t back out of his offer, I accepted. I didn’t need to feed immediately, at least not usually. I was accustomed to surviving on minimal feedings.

But the moment my lips brushed against his neck, a wave of hunger washed over me. I didn’t want to rush, to cause him pain or make him regret his decision. I felt like I was trembling, but I knew I was steady as I lowered my head and slowly sank my teeth into his skin.

I could feel his muscles tense for a moment, but he didn’t make a sound at the initial bite. I didn’t want to cause him pain. I wanted him to enjoy this because I wanted to do it again.

Thoughts of being in bed with him flooded my mind, making it easy to project my desire onto him. As a vampire, I had the power to make this experience painful, neutral, or pleasurable. The moment his blood touched my tongue, I couldn’t help but moan.

It was incredible. He tasted strong, intense, and addictive. My hand tightened around his head as I pulled him closer, savoring the taste of him. The arousal that coursed through my body was intense, bordering on lust.

I didn’t care. Leaning into Harper felt so good. His blood sent a rush of endorphins through my system. I heard him moan in pleasure as his hands slipped around my hips, pulling me closer.

I lost control as the simple act of feeding became explosive. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, his palms pressing hard against my backside. I couldn’t help but grind into him.

I couldn’t help but think how much better this would feel if he was inside me. My eyes were surely red, my nails more like claws. I was desperate for him to touch me, to take me, to do whatever he wanted to me.

I lost all semblance of composure, forgetting to act like a lady. How could I when he was holding me so tightly, his blood rushing down my throat, his fingers creeping lower to touch me?

“Mine,” said the primitive voice I had learned to ignore. I reached down between us, slipping my hand into his pants. I gripped him, already hard, and thought about where I wanted him most.

I stroked him from base to tip, eliciting a low growl from him. I tightened my grip and stroked him again. Before I could finish, he moved, surprising me with his strength and flipping me onto my back on the couch.

Harper didn’t let me get up. He pinned me down, his black eyes meeting my red ones. I hissed at him, demanding that he let me finish.

“Do you think you can touch me like that and I won’t take the invitation?” His voice was rough, our breathing heavy.

He leaned in as if to kiss me, and my mouth watered for him, for his blood.

“Let me finish tasting you, Harper, then I’ll let you sate yourself in me,” I said, using my vampire gift of persuasion. I knew it was strong in me, but Harper was older, a lycan, and likely resistant. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to let me latch onto him again.

“I didn’t realize the forceful, lustful creature you could be,” he said, his voice deep.

He kissed me passionately, and I pressed up against him. I gasped as he reached between us and touched me.

“Harper,” I breathed his name against his lips. He lowered his head to my neck, sucking and kissing, fueling my arousal. I was climbing fast, especially with the way his fingers worked me.

“That’s it, doll, come for me,” he whispered in my ear.

I came, my moan a mix of pleasure and surprise. This man made me so aware of my own sexuality and needs, I knew I would never be the same after him.

I reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him back to me. I slid my tongue up his throat and bit into him again, this time making sure to feed him pleasure. I wanted to give to him like he had given to me, making me enjoy this in a way I never had before.

As he steadied himself with a hand on my side, I reached out and touched him. His response was a deep, guttural groan. I wrapped my hand around him, working him into a frenzy as I fed. His hips bucked, and I felt the warmth against my wrist and hand.

I continued to stroke him, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure. I felt no shame in doing so, especially since he was so generous with his own touch. Our moment was interrupted by a firm knock at his front door. The sound was enough to pull me out of the lust-filled fog I was in.

“Next time, Sierra, I’d love for you to ride me to release while you feed,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’d die a happy man if every time you feed, I get to be inside you.”

He sealed his words with a fierce kiss, just as another knock echoed through the room. I had a feeling he moved quickly to regain some control over himself.

“Yeah! Just a second!” His voice was loud, ensuring the person on the other side of the door heard him.

A deep blush crept up my cheeks. I quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. There was no way I was letting anyone see me like this. They’d probably accuse me of seducing their beta on purpose. Which, if I was being honest, I kind of was.

I rubbed my forehead, feeling overwhelmed. I was already so lost in him, and I knew it. Now, I just had to figure out how to navigate this new territory.