Page 34 of Her Dark Priests
“Let me go!” I yelled at him. I hated him, and yet I couldn’t escape the sensation of his hard body pressed against mine, nor the knee that thrust between my thighs as he pushed me back against the table, trapping me. He lowered his head, and for a split second, I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
“Forgive me, my lady. I only do what is best for you.”
I opened my mouth to reply, and in a blink, he brought his bleeding wrist to my open mouth, pressing it against my lips. I tried to pull away, but he pressed harder, forcing my head back until his blood ran slowly into my mouth. Fire flooded my veins, scorching me from my mouth down to my toes. It invaded every cell, causing my entire body to come alive in a way I’d never felt before. Once as a stupid teenager, I’d caved to peer pressure and accepted a line of coke at a party. I’d hated it. It had been like the worst head rush ever, and I’d sat crying in a corner praying for it to be over for half an hour while my friends at the time had laughed and then complained I was ruining their buzz. That was the closest sensation that I could link this too, and yet this felt incredible. Fear and disgust fell away in an instant, and I lifted my other hand to press it harder to my mouth as I drank from him. I felt the bones of my mouth move, felt my teeth lengthen, and I sank them into him.
West groaned and my eyes flew open. As I tried to draw back, worried I’d hurt him, his hand released my wrist from behind my back and slid up into my hair, holding me in place, and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his cock press hard against my thigh. It sent a red-hot shock of desire straight to my core. Whatever drug or magic was in his veins, it seemed to erase any doubt or fear or inhibitions inside me. Not caring for anything except how my body was reacting in his arms, I pushed closer, rubbing my pussy over his thigh. He shuddered, and somehow I could hear the race of his heart pounding inside his chest.
He took a deep, shaky breath and pulled back, untangling my hand and pulling his wrist from my mouth. I must have made some sound of protest, because he smiled.
“You’ll get more, my goddess, but if you drain me now, I’ll be too weak to get you out of here alive.”
His words brought me straight back down to earth, and I raised my fingers to my lips, glancing down. His blood covered my mouth, my chin, and had soaked the front of my shirt and his. As I looked at him, I realised he was still very aroused, and I remembered in horror the way I’d rubbed myself against him. I felt the heat rise to my face, and I blushed furiously.
“How do you feel?” Jack queried, moving to my side. He cupped my face with his hand and ran his thumb over my lips, wiping away West’s blood. I watched, entranced, as he raised his thumb to his mouth and sucked, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I feel...” How did I feel? Apart from humiliated beyond belief at how I’d acted with West. Actually, I felt incredible. My whole body seemed to be buzzing with energy. The weariness and exhaustion had faded away, and I was more than ready to go. I could see better than before, even into the dark tunnel where Zayn stood quietly watching me. “I feel good,” I admitted.
“Good, huh?” Jack grinned.
I looked at the smear of blood on his face and reached up to wipe it off. “So you guys... you’re vampires too?”
Jack looked over at West, who nodded. “In a way. You can feed on anyone you like, human or divine. Your priests exist so you don’t have to prey on mortals. We give our blood, and our bodies, willingly to sustain you, and in return, you would allow us to feed from you.”
“I... Oh!” The connotations of that suddenly struck me, and a small degree of fear returned. “Did... Does it hurt?”
Jack smiled and shook his head. “It doesn’t hurt, it is extremely pleasurable, however...” He lingered over the word pleasurable, and my eyes immediately flicked to West. I blushed again. Jack took my hand. “We’re not going to rush you into anything. You won’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. West only made you drink just then because he could see you were desperately in need.”
“What if I don’t drink from you?” I asked.
“Then you can do no more than a normal human,” West answered.
“And if I do...”
West grinned. It was the first time I’d seen him smile in days. “Then you will see why we call you a goddess.”
“Our powers and abilities are linked to yours. As you develop and grow stronger, so will we. Your blood increases our abilities and keeps all of us strong and powerful, and much better prepared to protect you from the hatay and other threats that may come along.”
“All of you...” I glanced around at the four of them, and an image flashed into my mind of the four of us in a tangle of limbs on white sheets soaked in blood, their mouths on me and mine on them as I drank. I shoved it away as the thought travelled through my body, hardening my nipples under my thin shirt and causing heat to pool in my belly.
“I... er... okay... I’ll try it. If you want,” I added hastily as Jack stepped back.
He shook his head. “It should be West first. He’s the high priest, the honour should be his.”
“Of course he is,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Okay, fine, how do we do this?”
West moved up close to me. I was still leaning on the table. Although West’s blood had cured me of my tiredness, I was still feeling a little weak from our last encounter. He held out his hand, and I took it. He drew me down to the floor and sat with his back against the wall. West pulled me gently into his lap so I was sitting astride him, facing him.
“It can be a little overwhelming, I didn’t want you to fall,” he murmured. “Ready?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. He raised Jack’s knife to the side of my neck and made a small incision. I winced a little at the slight flash of pain. West leaned forward and then pulled back to look at me.
“No matter what, you are in complete control, my lady. You tell me to stop, I will stop immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice sounding scratchy. I hadn’t even imagined West would make me do anything I didn’t want to, but the blood thing had thrown me a little, even knowing he’d done it for my own good. The reassurance did quell some of the nerves twisting inside me, and I tilted my head to the side to let him drink. His eyes fell from mine to the small wound on my skin, and I closed my eyes as he lowered his mouth to it. I felt the warmth of his lips on my neck, and it sent a thrill through me. He began to drink, and at the first taste, I felt him moan. No sound came from his lips, but it vibrated through his throat.
He went slowly, gently, sliding his hand into my hair to pull me closer. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, letting him pull me right up against his chest. My heart thudded against my sternum, and I could feel his answering as it began to speed up.
Jack murmured something to Wesley behind me, but I didn’t catch what they were saying. They had faded into the background again. My reaction was different this time. Instead of the wildfire that had flashed through me, this spread through my body like a rising flood, dark and intense. His free hand trailed from my shoulder, down my back, and around to settle on my hip. He gripped me tightly and pulled his mouth away for a moment.
“If you need me to stop, tell me,” he told me through gritted teeth.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He groaned out loud then, and I felt sharp fangs sink deep into my flesh. The pain only added to the rising heat, and I pressed myself against him. I turned my head, biting down onto my hand to stop myself from biting him. Jack must have noticed, because he was by West’s side in a moment. The scent of his blood reached me, and I whipped my head around, sinking my teeth into his offered wrist.
His blood flowed down my throat like expensive wine, though a different vintage than West’s. Jack’s was lighter, fresher, but it caused the same fire as before. My nipples hardened against West’s chest, and his hand left my hip to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. I growled, and he froze, but I ground down onto him, needing more, needing something. His hardness pressed against my core, and I moaned. Both hands dropped to my hips, and he began to move me, rubbing my wet pussy up and down the rock-hard length of his cock. Even through our thin trousers, the sensation was incredible. It rose inside of me, fire meeting fire, and West tore his mouth from my throat just as my climax exploded through my body. I released Jack’s wrist, my head falling back, and West’s arms slid around me to support me as the waves flowed through me. It seemed to go on forever, flooding my body with excruciating pleasure, and as the final vibrations faded away, I collapsed limply into West’s arms.