Page 48 of Little Mate
“Do you know why you’re my meal tonight?” I ask instead as the tip of my fang punctures his skin. Not deep, just enough that blood breaks the surface and streaks down the side of his neck. “What have you done to be brought before me?”
“I’m innocent.”
“I don’t like liars.” The hand on his scalp tightens around the dirty blond strands, pulling until chunks tear clean off. “Now, I’ll ask one last time. Why are you here?”
“I’ve killed someone.” His heart races, chest caving as he struggles to get air into his lungs. He’s panicking. “Two of them, actually.”
“Who?” My nails extend a little more, slicing into his scalp. “Who did you kill?”
“My wife and six-month-old son.” The words are so low that I almost miss them. There’s no scent of guilt on him; his fear is of me and not what he’s done. “I beat and strangled them because she’d found out I stole from her family. That my mistress is her father’s secretary.”
“You took two innocent lives?” Gabriella asks, her tone so full of disgust. Her anger is palpable. “You hurt a child? A poor defenseless baby and his mother to save yourself?”
“Yes, but—”
“This is karma, you worthless human.”
“Human? What are you?”
“Your judge, jury, and executioner.” My pretty girl approves, our bond thrumming and I place my teeth over the vein in his neck. It pulses in time with the heaves of his chest, his body locked by fear.
“Please don’t. I’ll disappear…never do it again.”
“No.” I sink my fangs in and rip through veins and muscles, eyes on Gabriella as the rich metallic taste of his life essence fills my mouth. My moan and his horror-filled screams reverberate off the walls while his nails break, giving under the stone-like body with no bend.
Her sweet scent and his fear as I feed are pleasurable. No meal has ever satisfied me more, yet I know the day I change her, nothing will compare.
I want to fuck her tight body as I almost drain her.
Another pull and my eyes roll back. The feel of a small hand on my hair as I feed is glorious. She strokes my scalp with her neatly trimmed nails, then down to my temple and jaw. Each pass is erotic; my cock is hard and jerks behind the confines of my zipper.
The man quits jerking and his heart slows until it stops on the last pull, and what’s in my hold is cold and pallid, his eye sunken in as if emaciated.
I may be a monster, but those without sin are off-limits. No real man hurts his loved ones, much less to save his own pathetic ass.
“May he rot in the underworld.”
Tipping my head back on the chair, I run the tip of my tongue across a fang. “Agreed, but you also deserve to be punished. You haven’t eaten.”
“I will, but I need you to do me a favor first.”
“Ask me anything.”
“Push your chair back.”
“As you wish.” She wants to eat on my lap. She doesn’t care if I’m a bloody mess. Another throbbing pulse shoots down to the tip of my dick and I groan, doing just that. My chair scrapes against the floor and turns a bit, giving her the access she requires.
“Thank you, my King.”
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THEODORE ASTOR
VAMPIRE KING
“My pleasure…fuck. Pretty girl, what are you doing?”
She drops to her knees in front of me, the shirt riding up while nimble fingers undo the button of my pants. Each one is done slowly, grazing every bit of the new flesh she uncovers until my engorged flesh greets the air.