Blood Dawn

Chapter Five

He was feeding from her…his savior. His terrifyingly beautiful demon savior.

The taste of her was soul-shattering and Draven knew at that moment that he would never be the same again. His mind, his body, and soul belonged to the source. Nothing or no one would ever be this precious to him. Her blood had latched its claws into his soul and dragged him out from the depths of his own oblivion instantaneously.

Her blood had been so potent that it had slammed his soul back into his body like a Mack truck. He was revitalized in a way that the purest of vampire blood could never do, which he had access to any time he needed to feed.

Sweet… Rich…Nectar. He had never, since his maturation, tasted blood this sinfully delicious. Vampires matured on their eighteenth birthday which meant that they would need to feed from a female vampire every so often to feed their blood needs and vice versa.

The base animal in Draven roared to life, taking completely over that it was like watching a movie through his own eyes. A kind of disassociation happening between his logical brain and predator body.

Weird, his first blood feeding had felt nothing like this. His first time, which was just over 2 months ago, had felt like an impersonal transaction. A wham, bam, thank you mam kind of deal. It had been good, but this was a revelation.

His father was a purest in the real sense of the term and only allowed feedings from the purest bloodlines for himself and now his eldest son. Draven belonged to the oldest and purest vampire bloodline to ever exist and with that came certain perks and privileges, one of which was having the pick of the litter when it came to feedings.

Before a semblance of his consciousness flickered to life behind his blood madness, he had been ready to attack. Ready to rip to shreds the lycans that had dared to assassinate him. He could smell them, they were close. So close that his first breath of life had been tainted with the smell of the lycans and he had mistaken her for them.

He had moved to incapacitate the being next to him, grabbing them and rolling over with them over his body so that they landed on their back. During the shift, he had caught a whiff of… ambrosia.

Granted he didn’t know what the mythical stuff smelled like but if he could imagine what that scent would be like. Dark chocolate covered strawberries invaded his nostrils and he had to have more.

Just as his mouth opened revealing his long sharp canines, he registered the calling of his name.

“Draven?”

His consciousness picked up on the calling like a beacon and helped pull him through the blood madness. Though, not completely. He could feel the tug of war between his own consciousness and his vampire nature. The rope being used, his control.

He had seized all movement, all breathing as he took in the ethereal sight before him. There had been a ping of recognition in the back of his mind as the being stared up at him in awe.

The seconds slowed down as his mind fought between what he was scenting and what he was seeing until she exhaled a breathy “Wow”. His control had snapped and he struck.

The scent of ambrosia hit his nose and he was immediately crazed. His mouth made beeline to the source. His saviors’ lips, well her bottom lip to be exact. He figured that she had bitten her bottom lip in anticipation of his attack.

Draven fed on the blood that was seeping from the cut on her bottom lip. Lapping at her lips like a starved kitten and making desperate mewling sounds until she released and that's when he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He worshiped the taste of her. He felt the tug of his own lips by her mouth and he moaned. She was kissing him and he was kissing her right back.

Holy s**t! Draven’s mind reeled. He hadn’t expected this reaction from her. After what he had just witnessed, he expected her to throw him off her, grab him by the ankles and launch his ass into the ocean after the lycans for daring to touch her.

She hadn’t. She had saved his life by eliminating the lycan assassins and she had brought him back to life with her blood. And how was he repaying her?

By taking full advantage of her because he knew what was coming next. He wished he could stop himself but he was past the point of no return. His vampire demanded that he not only take her blood but her body.

Man, he felt like a piece of s**t and he was a real bastard for being thankful she didn’t stop him.

She was a taste akin to heaven.

“MORE. NOW.” Draven heard himself say into her mouth. His voice was deep and guttural. Demanding. Wanted to drown in the ecstasy of swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

Feel the hot thick liquid coat the inside of his throat and fill his gut. Draven was absolutely feral with need for her.

And only her.

MORE!

Giving one last sucking tug at her bottom lip, he pulled back slightly to nuzzle the column of her throat. The scent of the lycan was on her skin but it didn’t deter him from wanting at the vein in her throat. He knew it was her. He could hear the rapid beat of her heart like a bass drum in his ears. His tongue traced the pulsing vein in her neck and his mouth watered in anticipation.

He nudged her head with his to the side to allow him more access to her throat. She turned her face to ensure as much of her throat was exposed to him.

His head buzzed at her compliance. He loosened the grip on her wrists. She didn’t move. Draven put his arms under her so that he could cradle her upper body, holding himself up by his elbows. His left hand cradled her head and his right supported her back.

He opened his mouth exposing his long and sensitive fangs and caressed the pulsing vein along the column of her throat.. Each caress sent shocks of electricity straight to his c**k. His hips involuntarily surged.

She gasped in his ear.

Draven was out of his mind as he opened wide and bit down on her, allowing an unobstructed flow of her blood to gush into his greedy mouth. He moaned loud and then growled deep as he held her tighter in his arms. It had taken a few moments before his mind registered the pump and retreat of his hips against hers.

Later, Draven would wonder if the word taking center stage in his head was due to his gratitude toward his savior for saving his life or if it was his vampire side addicted from the first taste of her that all he could hear in his head was…

MINE!

***

Draven’s desperate sucking at her neck along with the surge and retreat of his hips against her own made Elirah surrender completely to him. She should be horrified by what was happening. By what he was doing to her. She wasn’t. Her body relaxed to the point that she was pretty sure she was a puddle under him.

She could feel the hard shape of his… oh my god. His p***s was lined up against the seam of her jeans, creating a delicious pressure that scared her but made her want to hurt for more. Her tank rode up her body from the surge and retreat of his body on hers. Against her tummy she felt something soft and velvety but really firm rubbing on her. Was that? She felt the surge of him again and her eyes widened. The head of his p***s had emerged from the waistline of his pants and was rubbing against the bare flesh of her belly.

Elirah whimpered out loud and she was shocked to hear the noise that came out of her mouth.

This feels so good. So goooood. Elirah’s thoughts melded together with the sensations her body was experiencing.

“Ooh” Another breathy whimper left her lips and he began to suck harder. Grounding into her core harder.

“Aahh” Dravens hold on her upper body tightened and she could hear him groaning in between swallows. It was then that she realized what he was doing. He was alternating his strokes against her core in between each swallow. Fulling immersing himself in the pleasure of her blood and her body.

The pressure that had been building and building and building gave way to waves of pleasure that crashed into her soul. Elirah cried out. Wanting more, needing more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her core against his hips. Her arms wrapped around him with her left hand finding its way up the back of his neck. Her fingers wrapped themselves in a tight grip in his hair, pushing him deeper into his bite.

Draven quickened his strokes against her core, so much so that he could no longer keep feeding at her throat. Releasing his bite, he buried his face in her hair and heard him whimper in her ear.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” A deep strangled cry left his lips. Elirah’s eyes shot open. She hadn’t realized her eyes were shut.

“I…” He panted hard against her ear and growled, “I … can’t… stop."

She felt herself clench hard and she ground herself against his hard length. Pleasure rocked her core so hard, she felt herself on the verge of another explosion.

"Oh fuuuuuck…. I'm so… sorry." He quickened his pace and ground harder against her.

Draven moaned in her ear a moment before his body seized and his hips locked tightly against hers. Elirah cried out as her own release took her over. Again her body exploded with pleasure so intense she felt a sudden wetness, making her lips wet and slippery in her panties. She was holding onto Draven so tightly she felt his abdomen clench and release. The head of his p***s was suddenly warm, wet and slick as it continued to rub against her belly.

He collapsed on top of her, both spent beyond measure.

Elirah felt a peace in her body that she had never known. Elirah felt Draven nuzzle her neck again. Just as she was going to voice her protest at his continued feeding she felt a long caressing lick across the tender skin. Her tummy clenched with every pass his warm tongue took. He was lapping at the wound slowly, lazily.

Slowly, he removed one arm from behind her and then the other. He rolled off her onto his back, turned his head and covered his face with his arm. If she didn’t know better, she thought the gesture was one of embarrassment.

Elirah laid next to him trying to calm her breathing while staring at the beautiful blue sky. Her body was weightless and floating in the sky above her next to the other clouds in the sky.

It had been her first s****l experience. It had been… amazing.

And it had been with Draven.

Reality made her body slam right back into itself like a ton of bricks, ruining the peace that had settled deep into her bones like it was never there to begin with.

Elirah turned her head to face Draven. He was in the same position he was when he had rolled off of her. He was facing away from her, his arm covering his face as if to hide. She heard a soft snore and watched his chest slowly rise and fall.

All she had wanted to do was help him live and then it had gotten all out of control. Blood and bodily needs had needed to be met and wouldn’t be denied.

God, what if Ashlynn finds out?! What if he tells her?!

The lycan were puppies compared to the wrath of Ashlynn.

“Never again.” Elirah spoke out loud. She wasn’t going to allow herself to ever be Ashlynn's victim. Again. She wasn’t that shy, timid, sweet girl anymore. She was stronger now, knew how to fight and defend herself thanks to Lisa. If Draven couldn’t keep his mouth shut and told Ashlynn, so be it. Elirah was more than ready to dish out some long overdue much deserved punishment at Ashlynn. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if Draven spilled the beans.