Beneath it all, the rich, intoxicating smell of her blood singing through her veins.
My vision started to turn red, and I could see an outline of her vein pulsing from her porcelain skin. It was calling out to me.
My throat constricted further, the dryness becoming unbearable. That desert I'd been wandering through?
It had just expanded into an endless wasteland, and she was the only oasis in sight.
Luna must have seen something in my expression because she paused, her head tilting slightly.
Then she smiled—that same dangerous, knowing smile from before—and executed a perfect curtsey.
The movement was so formal, so out of place in this shabby room, that it jarred me from my bloodlust for a moment.
"Allow me to properly introduce myself," she said seductively. "My name is Luna, and I was sent by the previous Vampire King to watch over you."
Her crimson eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my newly-enhanced heartbeat stutter.
"You are not an ordinary vampire, Vlad. You are nobility. Now that your curse has been broken, we must return you to your rightful place in the vampire realm."
"Nobility?" The words caught me off guard. "I'm nobody. Just some cursed bastard the executioners hunted for sport."
"Your circumstances do not define your bloodline," Luna said firmly. "There is much you need to learn, but that can come later. Right now, we must hurry. The vampire realm—"
She didn't get to finish.
The hunger slammed into me with the force of a battering ram.
Years of forcing myself to survive on scraps when my body craved so much more. My body had been denied what it craved for so long.
Now that the curse was broken, now that whatever restraints had been placed on me were shattered, all of that neglect came roaring back at once.
My vision tunneled, the world narrowing until all I could see was Luna. The pulse point in her throat.
The way her blood moved beneath her perfect, porcelain skin. Each heartbeat sent ripples of scent washing over me, drowning out everything else.
"Vlad—" Luna started, but my stride was too fast.
My enhanced speed carried me across the room faster than I thought.
One moment, I was near the destroyed counter, the next, my hands were on her waist, spinning her around and pulling her back against my chest.
She gasped, and the sound went straight through me like lightning.
"I'm sorry," I rasped against her ear, even as my fangs extended fully for the first time. They slid from my gums, revealing my sharp fangs. "I can't—I can't stop—"
The bloodlust had me completely in its grip, drowning out reason, drowning out everything except the overwhelming need to drink.
"Then don't," Luna whispered as she squirmed her ass against my crotch.
She tilted her head to the side, exposing the elegant column of her throat.
"Take what you need, my lord."
I didn't need to be told twice.
My fangs sank into her flesh, piercing through skin and muscle to find the vein beneath.
The resistance was minimal, like cutting through warm butter, and then blood exploded across my tongue.
Hot and sweet, with an underlying taste of honey and something floral—like crushed rose petals mixed with the richness of dark chocolate.
It was better than anything I'd ever tasted in my life. It was as if I were at a three-star Michelin restaurant getting a twenty-one-course meal.
I groaned against her neck, my arms tightening around her waist as I drank.
Her body was soft and warm, curves pressing back against every hard plane of my body.
"Yes, you like my blood. That's good," she purred, her voice thick with desire.
My hand slid from her waist up to her chest, trembling as I moved higher.
The silk of her dress was smooth beneath my palm, but nothing compared to the softness beneath it.
She grabbed my hand and guided it right onto her breast, pressing my fingers into her flesh.
She was so soft it was unreal. Like touching a cloud, if clouds were warm and filled my entire hand and then some.
She moaned in delight, the sound vibrating through her throat and against my lips.
She melted against me like candle wax, her weight settling back into my chest.
My hand couldn't even hold her enormous breast. It overflowed my grip, heavy, and when I squeezed instinctively, she gasped.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as her knees buckled.
Only my grip on her breast kept her upright as I continued to feed, my other hand cradling the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky black hair.
"Oh—" Another moan, louder this time. "Vlad!!!"
My name on her lips sounded like a prayer and a sin all at once.
She arched against me, her spine curving as her body trembled with each pull of blood.
Her ass pressed back hard against my crotch, and I realized with a jolt of heat that I was rock hard. My cock strained against my pants, throbbing with desire, and she had to feel every inch of it grinding against the round, perfect curve of her backside.
She rolled her hips, grinding that big, beautiful ass against my length, and I nearly lost my mind.
The pressure was exquisite torture. I could feel the shape of her through the thin fabric of her dress.
Her hand reached back to tangle in my hair, not pushing me away but pulling me closer, encouraging me to take more. To drink deeper.
Her hips rolled involuntarily again, grinding harder against my throbbing member.
The friction sent sparks up my spine. Then she slipped her hand down to my waist, her fingers digging into my waistline.
"Yes," she whimpered, and I could hear the pleasure coating every word. Her voice had gone husky; she was desperate. "Don't stop… please don't stop—"
Her fingers dug into my skin hard enough that I knew there would be marks.
But she wasn't trying to break free. She was anchoring herself, holding on as waves of ecstasy rolled through her body.
She kept a flirtatious smile in her voice as she begged. "More Vlad… Don't ~ Stop"
I could feel it through our connection—the way the feeding affected her.
Each draw of blood sent pleasure cascading through her body as she trembled.
Her heart was a drum in my ears, pounding faster and faster.
The scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, mixing with the jasmine perfume and the copper tang of her blood.
My free hand squeezed her breast again, kneading the soft flesh as I drank. She was so responsive, arching into my touch like she couldn't get enough.
Her nipple hardened beneath my palm, pressing against the silk, and when my thumb brushed over it, she cried out.
Luna's moans grew more desperate, her body shaking harder with each swallow I took.
That perfect ass kept grinding back against my cock, rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made my vision blur. "Vlad—oh, god— Vlad—"
She came apart in my arms, crying out as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her back arched so hard I thought she might snap, pressing her breast deeper into my hand and her ass harder against my aching length.
I felt every tremor, every shudder, every wave that crashed through her.
The way her thighs clenched together. The way her breathing hitched.
The way she went boneless in my arms, held up only by my grip on her body.
And still I drank, unable to stop even as some distant part of my mind whispered that I was taking too much.
But the hunger was too intense. Even as she moaned seductively, I dug my fangs in deeper, unable to control myself.
The taste only got stronger, richer, and more intoxicating with every pull.
My grip tightened—one hand pressing into the soft weight of her breast, the other tangled in her hair, holding her throat exposed to my mouth.
My hips pressed forward involuntarily, grinding my hard length against the curve of her ass as everything turned red.