I’m very close to finishing the first draft of Night Therapy. I’ve already hit my goal of 60,000 words, but I have at least 2 or 3 more chapters left to write. When I wrote this scene, I couldn’t resist sharing. Keep in mind this is still a rough draft and is unedited.
WARNING: THIS IS AN ADULT EXCERPT AND IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER 18.
Was Stephanie ready to feed fresh without killing? Johnathan couldn’t call his sire and ask what to do with Alex talking to the Elders at the moment. Besides, it was time he fucking manned up and stopped crawling to Alex every time something difficult happened.
“I’ll wait for my offspring to finish freshening up before I feed. Please, have a seat in the meantime.” He gestured to chairs in front of the fireplace at the foot of the bed.
Apparently the two spoke English well enough to understand him because they smiled and did as he suggested.
He should probably give Stephanie a heads up so she didn’t walk out in just a towel…or less. Wishful thinking, but just in case he knocked on the door and entered the bathroom before she answered then closed the door behind him.
“Hey, Steph. Uh, I thought you should know our meals arrived. Alive.”
The shower door opened a bit, and Stephanie’s shampoo-covered head popped out. “Alive? As in they have to stay that way?”
“Yep. Ready for a crash course in how to feed fresh without killing?” Johnathan tried to act nonchalant, as if he believed she could handle this.
She wiped soap away from her eyes. “Do you think I’m ready?”
I hope you are. “Of course. Look at all you’ve done so far. Most newly-turned vamps can’t do half of what you can.”
“Oh, okay then. I trust your judgment. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She closed the shower door abruptly, and he took the cue to get the hell out of there.
While he waited, he stared out the tinted, oversized window at the wide expanse of manicured grounds behind the manor. Having small talk with the food didn’t seem appropriate. It was easier to keep his back to them and not think about what might happen if Stephanie was unable to stop herself before one of them died.
When the bathroom door opened, he breathed deep and steeled himself to teach his offspring. But when he turned to face her, she took his unneeded breath away.
Her tight black pants and low-cut shirt made his cock tingle. The way her damp hair framed her beautiful face, accentuating her amber eyes and full, pink lips had his equally-unnecessary heartbeat thundering.
She glanced to the pair in front of the fireplace then her gaze landed squarely on him. When she licked her lips, ending by sucking in her lower one, and her eyes roamed his body, it was all he could do not to kick their food out of the room and throw her on the bed to ravish her.
He cleared his throat even as his fangs extended and his eyes shifted. “We should, uh…feed so they can get back to their rooms.”
Stephanie looked back to the mortals, her eyes turning silver with a different kind of hunger than when she had stared at him. He crossed the room before she could act on any urges she might have had. As he stepped in front of her, her mouth opened, her fangs prominently displayed.
He clasped her shoulders and whispered too low for anyone but her to hear. “You must calm your impulses. Use what Alex taught you. They belong to the Elders so you have to be gentle.”
After a few tense moments, she focused on Johnathan, the single-minded haze of the hunt gone from her silvery stare. She smiled and caressed his cheek. “I’m ready.”
He cradled her hand and guided her to their waiting meals. Part of him wanted to see them as people, but he had to suppress it. The Elders were old-school vamps and their world was entirely different than life in Lansford.
Plus, he had to teach Stephanie properly. “I will feed first.” He hoped she understood the implied, so you can see how it’s done.
The last thing he wanted was to watch a mortal male get off on her feeding from him, so Johnathan motioned for the man to stand. Johnathan knew how these willing-donor situations worked. The humans truly enjoyed being meals for immortals.
Not gonna happen with my woman.
Shit, he was being his same old controlling, asshole self.
He’d work more on that later. Thankfully, the timing wasn’t appropriate for his personality issues to take precedence.
Facing Stephanie so she would be able to see exactly what he did–and so he could maintain eye contact with her–he placed his hand behind the man’s neck and pulled him to his lips. As he sank his fangs into his meal’s flesh, something shifted inside Johnathan. He locked gazes with Stephanie, and for the first time in his immortal life, he didn’t feel as if he were stumbling aimlessly through his existence.
He didn’t feel lost and alone.
Warm, tangy blood filled his mouth as he sucked then it glided down his throat. The man moaned in his arms, arousal shooting off the mortal in waves. Apparently he was used to being fed on by male vampires. Johnathan opted not to listen to his thoughts, though.
If he wasn’t mistaken, Johnathan could have sworn a feeling of peace enveloped him for a few seconds–like the reverie his sire always spoke of.
Stephanie inched closer, her eyes still clear of the bloodlust. She watched intently, licking her lips occasionally. Her hand slithered along Johnathan’s arm and upward into his hair. She closed the space between them until her lips touched his cheek in a soft kiss. Then she shut her eyes as if to focus on another of her senses, most likely listening to the male’s heartbeat.
Another moan emanated from the man when Johnathan sucked in again. The ticking heart in the human’s chest slowed ever so slightly and dizziness radiated from him. Johnathan swallowed one last time then pulled his fangs out completely, sucking at the lingering blood on the man’s skin. With a slow lick, he sealed the two puncture wounds, and then helped the male back to his seat. A look of pure bliss softened the mortal’s masculine features.
The moment Johnathan turned back to Stephanie, she threaded her fingers in his hair again and tugged him to her. Her kiss was passionate, erotic, and his cock reacted, growing hard immediately.
If all the chaos and past issues were put to rest, they could have an amazing life together.
She backed away too quickly. “I’m hungry.”
The husky sexiness in her voice didn’t help with the problem in his jeans. He kept his back to their meals but motioned for the woman to stand.
Hell, he hadn’t thought it through this far. If the woman became as aroused as the man had, the sight of Stephanie taking her neck would drive him over the edge.
As he offered the female to Stephanie, he reminded her to be gentle, his voice raspy.
When she winked at him and slipped her arm around the woman’s waist, he knew he was in for it. Stephanie used her free hand to brush her meal’s long dark hair aside to expose her slender neck.
Johnathan’s cock ached.
Stephanie’s lips parted and she leaned into the woman’s throat but kept her eyes fixed on his. She sank her fangs in, and as she sucked, she pulled the woman tighter, holding the small of her back and grasping her hair. The woman moaned and writhed in Stephanie’s arms.
Johnathan scrubbed a hand over his face. Damn, she’s trying to kill me.
Was it getting hot in there? Was the oxygen being sucked out of the room?
Granted, he didn’t need it to survive, but at that moment, it felt like he’d suffocate from his inability to breathe.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and moved closer just as she had done.
Two could play at this game.
He fisted Stephanie’s hair and licked a trail along her throat. If she were more experienced and he didn’t have to worry she might drink her meal to death, he’d have bitten into her instead of just kissing where he had licked.
This time, Stephanie moaned, and Johnathan fought the urge to rip the woman out of her arms. He stifled a groan then did his best to refocus his attention on the mortal’s heartbeat and feelings.
A few seconds later, it was time for Stephanie to stop, but before he could tell her, she released the female. Stephanie’s tongue darted out and dragged a slow line along the woman’s throat, eliciting another moan as her wounds healed.
Johnathan let go of Stephanie and clenched his fist, biting back his desire.
Stephanie helped the woman sit then looked to Johnathan and licked her lips–slowly. “How did I do?”
A strangled noise escaped him, as did the ability to form coherent words. She laughed and sauntered to the bed. After she sat, she ran her hand suggestively up and down the corner post.
He pressed his lips together, his fangs digging in the bottom one, trying like hell to reign in his libido.
© Lorraine Pearl
Now what I want to know is, for those of you who aren’t turned off by the blood drinking, did you find this scene erotic or sensual at all? And if you normally are put off by the blood drinking, were you able to enjoy this scene anyway?