“Let me see,” Stavros said, motioning for her to sit on the bed beside him.
“Why?” There’s nothing to see—I pulled a muscle, that’s all.”
“Let me see anyway.” He frowned. “Remember, I have some training as a medic. What if it’s more serious than you know? It’s better that I examine you.”
“Well…all right.” Charlie shrugged. “But I’m telling you, there’s nothing to see.”
Despite feeling like it was no big deal, she couldn’t help the way her heart sped up when she settled on the bed and lifted the hem of her deep red nighty to let him look. The color was almost burgundy and it looked good with her blonde hair and pale skin. It also had a small pair of silky burgundy panties to go with it.
“Hmm…” Stav slipped off the bed and knelt before her, insinuating his broad shoulder right between her thighs. It reminded Charlie of the way he liked to taste her and she could feel herself getting hot and bothered at the thought.
Comfort, he needs comfort right now, she reminded herself. But when he ran his big, warm hands up and down her bare thighs, she had to bite her lip. God, that felt amazing. And when he leaned forward to get a closer look at her thigh, she could feel his hot breath blowing over the crotch of her panties, making her pussy feel wet and swollen.
Then his big fingers brushed over the tender spot in her thigh and she gasped.
“Hurts here?” He looked up at her questioningly.
Charlie nodded. “That…that’s the spot,” she said rather breathlessly. “But I’ve tried massaging it and stretching it already—I think it’ll just have to wear itself out.”
“Or I could bite you,” Stav murmured, stroking the sore spot on her thigh. “I know you’re tender, Falinda, so I promise I’ll be careful. You’ll barely feel it as I slide my fangs into your flesh.”
His words made Charlie shiver with desire. She’d had a secret vampire fetish since she was a teenager and had read her first Anne Rice book. After that, she had devoured anything vampire related and the fact that her man had fangs was a huge turn on for her. Still, she tried to remind herself that he was only healing her, giving and receiving comfort, not looking for sex.
“Sure,” she said, trying to smile. “As long as you’re gentle.”
“You know I will be.” Bending over her, he kissed her hurt thigh lightly. “Sometimes I wish I still had my Curse—just so I could feel any ache or pain you might have and heal you right away. You should have told me you were hurting earlier, Charlotte.”
“I don’t want to bother you with every little ache and pain I ever get,” Charlie protested.
“But I want you to.” He was nuzzling her thigh gently now, rubbing his scratchy cheek against her tender flesh. It was a Kindred thing, Charlie had learned—a way of scent marking their partner. Since the Kindred sense of smell was so much stronger than what humans possessed, scents were very important to them.
“Well then…heal me,” she whispered. The feel of his hot breath and his rough cheek against her inner thigh was driving her wild.
“It will be my very great pleasure, Falinda,” he murmured, kissing her thigh lightly. Then he opened his mouth, letting his fangs extend to their greatest length.
Charlie shivered to see the long, curving double set of fangs on either side of his mouth with the blue droplets of essence already beading at their tips. I have to try not to come when he bites me, she told herself. It’s not about sex this time—it’s about healing and comfort.
At that moment Stav sank his sharp points deep into the tender flesh of her thigh. As he had promised, it was a smooth, almost painless entry. Though Charlie tried to steel herself for the effects of his essence, she was helpless to stop the lust and need that overwhelmed her. A whip crack orgasm raced through her, turning her nipples to hard little points and making her pussy liquid with desire.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that filled her throat and grabbed fistfuls of the bedspread on either side of her to stop from threading her fingers through Stav’s hair. Oh God…so good…so good! The pleasure went on and on, racing through her, stroking her like a big, warm hand that had somehow found its way under her very skin to the core of her desire.
After what seemed like an eternity of breathless panting and silent moaning on her part, Stavros withdrew his fangs, sliding them out of her thigh as smoothly and painlessly as he had slid them in. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as the pleasure coursing through her ended. God, she hadn’t known how much more she could take before she started begging him to take her! Normally it wouldn’t be a problem but she was still trying to be sensitive to his needs.
“My, my,” Stav murmured. He was still between her thighs and he seemed to be frowning at something.
“What…what is it?” Charlie asked uncertainly. The place he had bitten her was already healed, sealed when he licked her to rid her of the small wounds. So what was he staring at?
“Well, it seems that healing your thigh had an unintended effect.” He ran one long finger down the slit at the center of her pussy. “Your panties are soaked, Charlie.”
Charlie bit her lip as she looked down to where he was pointing. It was true that the burgundy silk of the panties she wore was damp and clinging to her mound. The thin, wet material clearly outlined her wet pussy lips and even the little bump of her clit which was peeping out from between them.
“God,” she whispered and had to fight the urge to close her legs. For years she’d felt self conscious about the way she got so wet when she was aroused. The first man she’d ever slept with had been disgusted by it and hadn’t been shy about letting her know how he felt. Charlie had developed a real complex about the way her body reacted to pleasure—so much so that she’d never allowed another man to taste her pussy. That is, until Stavros came along.
Like all Kindred, he not only loved to go down on his female—he needed to. And as a Blood Kindred, he had a special affinity for women who got especially wet. There was even a word for a girl like her—numala or “liquid pussy” in the Kindred tongue.
“Beautiful,” Stavros breathed, his warm breath ghosting over her wet pussy. “So beautiful the way you get so wet, Falinda.”
Charlie squirmed and bit her lip. Knowing that Stav loved how wet she got helped her get over her fear of being tasted, but there was still a lingering discomfort in realizing how obvious her desire was.
“It seems to me you might be ruining these little panties,” Stav murmured, stroking over her slit with one fingertip again. “Perhaps I should slip them off and clean you up a little with my tongue.”
“Do…do you want to?” It was still a minor revelation to Charlie how much he loved doing this. Probably because her first boyfriend had been so vocal in his dislike of it.
“How can you ask me that?” Stav was already reaching up to strip the clinging panties down her legs. Charlie lifted her hips to help him get them off. “I always want to taste you, Falinda,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “I think about it all the time.”
He got the panties off and tossed them aside before turning his full attention back to her naked pussy. Charlie had just recently had a wax and she was completely bare—a fact that made her feel even more vulnerable than her excessive wetness.
“Gods,” he muttered hoarsely. “You’re so gorgeous like this—naked and wet and spread open for me. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you completely without hair.”
“I wanted to try something different.” Charlie shrugged a little. “You like it?”
“I like anything to do with tasting your pussy, you know that,” Stav growled softly. “But right now I need to clean you up. You’ve got honey everywhere.”
“I…I know.” Charlie looked down at her plump, naked pussy lips and bit her lip. They were swollen with need and shiny with her juices. “I can’t help it,” she whispered. “When you bit me and injected your essence…”
“I know. I felt you coming.” Stav looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire. “I felt your pleasure as my own. You don’t need to be ashamed of it.”