Episode 11 by Luanna Stewart
“Yes, make me come, damn you!” The tension at her core was so tight it hurt. She tried to wriggle her hips, but he had her pinned to the bed.
“Keep your eyes open, do not look away.”
“Please, Reed, do something. I need—”
“You need to look into my eyes.”
She obeyed, she had no choice. His green eyes were like a magnet. But, they weren’t green anymore, closer to blue. No, grey. What the hell? His eye colour shifted like a kaleidoscope, all the colours of the rainbow. And then that fabulous feeling filled her body again, like she was floating. Way better than any orgasm. And still his eyes changed colour and grew larger until they were all she could see. She couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to.
His body shifted, but the image of his eyes didn’t waver. She felt his lips on her neck, his tongue lapping at his earlier bite. But that was impossible because—
Oh, who the fuck cared. Every nerve in her body tingled, every muscle throbbed, every inch of her skin felt caressed by magic.
Teeth pierced her skin again, and his cock moved inside her, and finally she was so close, so close. She gazed into his eyes, which weren’t really his eyes, and something strange, weird, wonderful happened. It was the like the other half of her that she hadn’t known was missing, was in front of her and inside her, loving her, and making her complete. Strong. Invincible.
The pulse of her release throbbed in time to an equally pleasurable throb in her neck, where his lips sucked and held. She wanted to scream, cry, laugh, but no sound was possible.
Finally, finally, her eyes slid closed, she sank into the mattress, and gasped for breath. “What the hell was that?” She opened her eyes again at the sound of something being unwrapped. “A little too late for a condom, isn’t it?”
Reed grinned. “Just a bandage for your love bite.” And he stuck a regular, ordinary band-aid on her neck. Sheesh, it should at least have sparkles or something.
“I guess we’re bonded now.” She wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Her blood. That he’d drunk, after biting into her skin, with fangs. But, rather than being grossed out, she was turned on. Hopefully, vampires didn’t need recovery time like mortal men.
“No, I don’t,” he said with a wink, “but we won’t be alone long enough to really enjoy it.”
“Why can’t I read your thoughts too?”
He slid from her body and gathered their clothes, tossing hers onto the bed and pulling on his jeans. He kept an eye on the door, lines creasing his brow. “I’ll explain everything in detail later. We’re about to have company.”
A heavy pounding sounded at the door. Abby scrambled into her clothes, only now noticing a tingling pain on her neck. She touched the bandage. Was she a vampire? Would she thirst for blood? She ran her tongue along her teeth –no fangs. Maybe it took time for all the changes to manifest.
Time for questions ran out. Reed opened the door, and the entire Coven High Council filed in.