Page 61 of Club Blood
I could feel my own pussy weep between my legs, watching this beautiful creature in the throws of ecstasy was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Only when I felt her thighs squeeze against me and her breathing turn ragged did I pull my digits free of her, a part of me taking pleasure in the annoyance that flashed across such a gorgeous face.
“Cece… I will not beg.”
I pressed the pad of my thumb against her clit, smirking when she hissed and arched her back. “Are you sure about that? I bet I could make you do countless things right now.”
Mercy looked at me, heavy lidded and throbbing for release. A small part of me feared maybe she really was angry, but then she took my breasts in her hand and kneaded them, paying close attention to my already hardened nipple. “And just what did you have in mind?”
Unease suddenly twisted my stomach up as I glanced at the object next to me. I had thought perhaps it was a good idea, a way to really make her let go, but I was unsure if it was too far. Mercy lived in the shadows, but maybe this was too dark even for her. Humans liked to pretend they were living angels, but life made us twisted and our hearts fester; Mercy made me want to embrace my darkness.
“Cecelia, what is it?”
The unabashed concern in Mercy’s voice made me want to weep. She was cold and cruel and a killer— but she was gentle with me. I moved to straddle her lap and pulled her into a long kiss, sighing when she opened up to me and slid her tongue against mine. She was intoxicating and I wanted to taste her forever, and experience the bliss she created for the rest of my life.
I nipped on her lip and she returned in earnest, her fang piercing the skin on my lip so she could wipe the blood away with her tongue. She hummed in pleasure at the taste of me and I wondered what it would be like to taste the very essence of someone.
“Tell me what’s troubling you, little flower.”
“I… there’s something I would like to try but I’m unsure if it’s too much.”
Intrigue filled the beautiful electric purple of her irises as she took me in. She kept a grip on the back of my head, kissing away my doubt, while her other hand traveled between my thighs and started working me. I pressed into her touch, riding the fingers she slotted inside me.
“Tell me. I doubt anything you could ask for would be too much.”
Her lips moved to my neck, licking over the exposed skin. I almost wanted to beg for her to sink her fangs into me, to end all the foreplay and make me come around her fingers. But it wasn’t about me, and I wanted to prove that to her.
I slowed my movements on her fingers, moving my lips to her own neck, mimicking her movements. “Do you trust me?”
Her mouth was still against me and I closed my eyes, praying for the answer I wanted most. I knew she was debating her answer internally, knowing things would be different no matter what she chose.
Mercy pulled back to see my face, her free hand taking my jaw between her fingers. My brows furrowed as I met her eyes, unsure what to make of the silence.
“It goes against everything I have ever been told, and everything I’ve worked for. But yes, Cecelia, I trust you.”
My breath caught at the back of my throat and I couldn’t form the words. Mercy was offering me part of herself and the only way I could answer was by pressing my lips against hers and hoping she couldfeelwhat I was trying to say. Though I’m sure she understood when tears slipped free and ran down my cheeks, coating her perfect skin.
“I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” I whispered into her lips.
Mercy smiled. “And how do I make you feel, sweet Cece?”
“Vulnerable. Scared. Beautiful. Wanted.Needed.”
I pushed her back, kissing down her front, trailing my fingertips where my lips left. I parted her legs wider, pulling up her knees until her feet were firmly against the mattress. I knew she was watching me, so when I picked up the stake from next to me on the duvet, I made sure to do so slowly.
“Still trust me?”
Mercy nodded. “Show me the monster inside you, Cecelia. Let your darkness out.”
That was the thing about Mercy; as terrifying as she was, she could make you feel more powerful than you ever imagined. Just those words, the idea that she would embrace me for who I truly was, made me more sure of myself.
I could see she was dripping from how close I had left her, ready for what I was about to do. But I also knew just how much of a kick she would get out of it when I lifted the stake to my mouth, covering the tip with my lips and working it back into my throat to make sure it was coated in my saliva. Mercy’s swallow was audible and she gripped the sheets beside her, before I had even played with her.
Pulling the stake from my mouth, a string of my spit extending between me and the weapon, I held it up so she could see just how wet and dripping it was too. I got pleasurable chills as I moved it to her sensitive pussy, using the sharpened silver tip to work her around her clit again.
Mercy hissed and I didn’t even try to hide the thrilled smile it brought to my lips. Mercy and Warren had taught me a lot and I knew, just as they did, that the silver wouldn’t kill them. And neither would the stake unless it was thrust into their hearts. It made sense that if a human could use objects as toys, finding pleasure in pain, then vampires could too.
And I was willing to see just how much pleasure I could pull from Mercy.
At a painfully slow pace, I dragged the tip down her sex until I reached her core, circling her entrance slightly to create a building friction. As she let out a slow groan, I pushed the stake inside her. Her groan turned into a gasp as I pushed it further, my grip on the hilt tightening. I delighted in the way her back arched up, her fingers bundling the sheet in her fists.