A Vampire's Muse

Chapter 11

Turns out, Calum Reed was much too eager to take me back to his manor. We checked into the nearest inn as he pulled me along with blatant urgency, an arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I could still taste copper in my tongue and feel the lingering warmth of his kiss from earlier.

The instant we were inside our room for the night, he immediately held both of my wrists and pinned me against the wall, pressing his body against mine to make sure I had no means of escape—not that I wanted to, anyway. My pulse was pounding against my temples as he kissed me yet again, this time impatient and more passionate. I was well aware of the aphrodisiac coursing through my veins, causing my skin to grow hotter, rendering my legs weak, but at that moment, I couldn’t care less. I was undeniably thrilled with the way Calum Reed was making me feel.

“I must admit,” he said after breaking the kiss. His face was still so close to mine that I could feel his breath tickling my lips. “You do look stunning in that dress.”

A blush blossomed on my cheeks. “I know. That’s why I wore it.”

One corner of his mouth tugged upwards into his signature smirk. It seemed that I had unknowingly become an amusement of sorts for him.

“Cheeky. That is adorable.” He slipped a hand under my skirt, and I saw a look of surprise rippling across his features when he reached my sheathed dagger. “Do you always carry this with you?”

I looked down and saw him tracing the ragged piece of cloth wrapped around the handle with his thumb. “Yes.” I almost blurted out my uneasiness without it but luckily managed to hold back. My hands tightened into fists in the fabric of his shirt. “Do we have to talk about that right now?”

“I apologize, Avery dear.” Then, his eagerness returned. He reached a hand behind me to slowly unzip my dress, teasing and enjoying the way I arched my back at the slightest contact of his fingertips against my skin. I let my clothes slip over my shoulders until they fell onto the floor and pooled by my feet.

A part of me hated how I was utterly at the mercy of this despicable man, but with my arousal, it was fairly easy to push that feeling into the deepest recesses of my mind. “Hurry,” I urged him, slinging my arms around his neck to pull him closer.

He chuckled, his deep, seductive voice resonating in my ears. “I will.”

True enough, he bent over to kiss my jaw, making his way down until he finally reached an ideal spot in the crook of my neck. I gasped upon feeling his sharp canines breaking my skin and sinking into my flesh. Warm blood trickled down my collarbones as my body grew warmer in response to Calum Reed feeding on me.

I didn’t notice he had already removed my brassiere until I felt his hands groping my breasts. My body ached for more and moved on its own, pressing my nakedness more liberally against his touch. For somebody whom I’ve only spent a single night with—so far, it seems like—he was surprisingly knowledgeable about the most sensitive spots in my body. When I looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, I noticed the keenness in his scarlet orbs. Calum Reed stared at me with utmost attention, mentally taking note of which touch or which kiss aroused me the most.

“Hold onto me tightly.”

Albeit slightly puzzled, I did as I was told and wrapped my arms around his neck. And in one swift movement, he lifted me off my feet, making me gasp in surprise, before marching towards the king-sized bed at the center of the room. Shortly after, I felt the soft sheets on my bare back. I watched as Calum Reed climbed on top of me, his body warm and comfortably heavy, pressed against me. At this point, the aching in my body was uncontrollable, the urge in me to beg slowly yet dangerously overflowing, flooding my senses almost completely. My vague awareness of the aphrodisiac flowing in my veins was the only thing holding me back from going insane.

After planting yet another passionate kiss on my mouth, nibbling on my lower lip enough to draw blood, he pushed himself off his bed to hastily slip out of his shirt, revealing muscles and pale skin that was hard not to look away from. He caught me staring and his red eyes gleamed with amusement. With a smirk, he took my hand and pressed my palm against the hardness of his abdomen.

“You sure like what you are seeing,” he told me confidently. “You are free to touch me however you wish, Avery dear.”

I scoffed. “You’re as arrogant as ever.”

I slid my hand up and gently caressed his n****e. His chest heaved and a low groan escaped his mouth. The thought of having this enigma of a man under my control gave me a surprising boost of confidence. So I leaned in and gave his other n****e some love, biting it softly before swirling my tongue around it. His face was flushed when I looked up at him, his own lip bleeding from how hard he was biting it.

With hands trembling in excitement, I fumbled with his pants until finally, I managed to get his erection free from its tight fabric. Then, without waiting for his reaction, I pounced, taking him in with my mouth.

His hands found their way to the back of my head and formed into fists in my hair. Even without exchanging a single word, I immediately knew what he wanted me to do. Obediently, I bobbed my head up and down, taking in his length albeit with difficulty because of just how well hung he was. It didn’t take long for my jaw to start to ache and my throat to sore, but I didn’t stop. When I looked up at him, he was staring right back with his pale cheeks flushed red and his lips parting from lust.

“f**k, you are amazing at this,” he panted while rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “Makes me wonder just how many men have had the pleasure of having serviced by this mouth…”

I pulled away and frowned at him. “Must you really spoil the mood by mentioning other men?”

“I apologize,” he chuckled. Then, Calum Reed was on top of me yet again within a split second. Leaning in, the tip of his nose tickled my jaw. “I see I need to make it up to you now.”

He planted a brief kiss on my mouth before slowly making his way downwards. My ear, neck. My breasts and my n*****s perked up in utter pleasure. My abdomen. Until he gently spread my legs open and leaned in to glide his tongue along the wetness in the crevice between them. My body instantly felt like it was on fire. Instinctive moans relentlessly escaped my mouth. My toes curled.

Calum Reed seemed to be delighted by my reaction and pressed his tongue harder. My ears echoed with the sounds of his lips devouring me and my rapid heartbeat.

“I know you feel good, Avery dear,” he mumbled, looking up at me with a smirk. “But I am incredibly hungry for your blood right now.”

Without waiting for my reply, he sank his fangs into the inside of my thighs and began enthusiastically licking the blood that dripped from the wounds. I held onto the sheets tighter, my knuckles almost turning white from the effort, as the aphrodisiac pulsing in my veins did its work. My lust only heightened to mask the pain from his bite.

Before I could think about it, the words spilled out, “Please…Calum, just f**k me. You said you’ll make it up to me.”

He paused for a moment, surprised, but it didn’t take long for his smugness to return. Amusement flashed across his features. “Oh, the things I would do to have you act this adorable all the time, Avery dear.”

Obediently, Calum Reed got into position and f****d me right away like I asked. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow and his locks of white hair stuck to his skin. I felt especially vulnerable under the intense stare of his red orbs, but I found it difficult to look away. Traces of my blood stained his pale skin. With all the lights left turned off, only the silvery moonlight streaming into the room was our source of illumination.

And as I looked up at him, thrusting in me in equal desperation for a release, I couldn’t help but be in awe of such violent beauty.

He then placed his elbows on either side of me, his labored breaths caressing my skin and his body pressing against mine. “You…” he panted, his voice low and deep. “...are so f*****g mesmerizing.”

I didn’t reply and kissed him, savoring the taste of copper from his tongue and trying my hardest to ignore the fact that our hearts were beating in sync.