My Vampire System novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Feed

In his quarters Sebastian bites her wrist and throat and puts his mouth between her legs, and the Ledger gives her Level 2.

His quarters were at the top of the officers' tower, behind a door with no nameplate.

I knocked at ten o'clock exactly, in full uniform, with my boots shined and my hands sweating.

"Enter."

Inside there was a desk, a narrow bed made tight enough to bounce a coin, and a leather couch.

Major Rook stood at the window with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled to the elbow.

His forearms were pale and corded, with a scar on the left one, a long pink seam.

"Close the door."

I closed it.

"Lock it."

I locked it, and the click went through my whole body.

"My name is Sebastian," he said, still facing the glass.

"You'll use Major in the yard and in front of anyone."

"In here you can use what you like.

"Sebastian," I said.

He turned around.

For a second he just looked at me, from my braid down to my polished boots and back, and I felt it.

"Sit."

I sat on the couch with my knees together.

He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of me.

Then he went down on one knee on the rug, so his face was level with mine.

That undid something in me.

A major, a hundred and twelve years old, on his knee.

"The bond is simple," he said. "Blood passes from you to me."

"After that the Accord counts you as mine."

"No one can send you to the Annex without breaking my word first."

"Does it hurt?"

"At first."

"And after?"

His eyes dropped to my mouth.

"After, it doesn't."

I swallowed.

"Why did you do it?" I asked. "In the hall. You don't know me."

"I know Venn."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the one you get tonight." He held out his hand, palm up. "Give me your wrist."

I put my wrist in his palm.

His skin was cold, colder than a living man's, and the cold made every hair on my arm stand up.

He turned my hand over and bent his head.

His lips touched the inside of my wrist, right on the vein, and stayed there.

"Look at me," he said against my skin.

I looked.

His teeth came down.

It was a bright sharp sting, over before I could flinch.

Then it turned into a long hot pull that I felt all the way down inside me.

I gasped.

He drank, and his eyes didn't leave mine, and with every swallow the heat in my belly climbed.

My thighs pressed together.

I couldn't help it.

A low sound came out of me that I had never made in my life.

His grip tightened on my wrist, and he lifted his mouth long enough to say, rough, "That's it. Let me hear you."

Then he bit again, and I made the sound again, louder.

"Sebastian."

"Mm."

"I don't know what this is."

"It's the bond." He licked the wound shut, slow.

His tongue was the only warm thing on him.

"It feels like this to everyone who wants it."

"I want it."

"I know you do. I can taste it."

My face burned.

He laughed under his breath, a dark sound, and stood up, and pulled me up with him.

He pushed me against the edge of the desk.

His hands went to the buttons of my uniform jacket, one by one, slow, and I stood there shaking and let him.

"Say it," he said, as the jacket fell open.

"Say what?"

"What you want, Cadet."

My whole body knew the answer, and my mouth caught up.

"I want you to drink from me again," I said. "Not my wrist."

"Where."

I tilted my head and showed him my throat.

A sound came out of him that was almost a growl.

He pushed my shirt off one shoulder and put his cold mouth against my neck, right under my jaw.

"Hold on to the desk," he said.

I held on.

His teeth sank in.

This time there was no sting.

There was only a deep, full, endless pull, and he caught me around the waist when my knees went.

His other hand slid down the front of my body and under the waistband of my uniform pants.

I felt his fingers cup me through my underwear, and I made a noise against his shoulder that was not a word.

"You're soaked," he said, with his mouth still at my throat.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

"Say it properly."

"Touch my pussy, Sebastian."

He growled and pushed my underwear aside.

His fingers dragged through the wet heat of me once, slowly, from my entrance up to my clit.

My hips jerked.

He found the little swollen knot of it and circled, firm and unhurried, while he drank.

The two sensations met in the middle of my body and braided together.

I couldn't tell which one was making me shake.

"Oh God."

"Not God." He lifted his mouth just enough to speak. "Me."

"Sebastian, I'm going to."

"Not yet."

He took his hand away.

I nearly cried.

He picked me up by the hips and sat me on the edge of the desk.

Then he knelt in front of me and dragged my pants and underwear down my legs.

My boots thumped on the floor, one and then the other.

I sat there bare from the waist down with my jacket hanging open.

He was still in his dress grey trousers.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Beautiful," he said, quiet, almost to himself.

Then he put his hands on the inside of my thighs, spread them wide, and put his mouth on me.

I cried out and grabbed his hair.

It was short and soft, and I held on to it with both fists.

His tongue licked a long wet stripe up my pussy and flicked the tip of my clit.

My vision went white at the edges.

He did it again.

And again, slow and thorough and merciless.

He acted like he had a hundred years to spend on it.

"Sebastian, God, please, please."

He pushed two fingers inside me, curled them, and found a spot that made my legs shake against his shoulders.

"There," I said. "There, there."

"I know." He murmured it against my clit.

The vibration of his voice nearly finished me.

"I can feel you pulling me in."

He sucked my clit into his mouth.

I came apart.

It hit me in long hard waves.

My back bowed off the desk, and my heels dug into his back.

At the very top of it, I was screaming his name without any shame at all.

Then I felt his teeth slide into the soft inside of my thigh.

A bright clean sting.

And my orgasm doubled.

It went on and on, with the pull of his mouth on my leg and his fingers inside me.

I ended up sobbing and shaking and boneless on the desk.

He licked the bite closed and kissed the spot.

Then he rested his forehead against my knee, and I heard him breathe, a slow rough breath that did not need to be taken.

I lay there with my chest heaving.

He had not undressed.

His trousers were still buttoned.

I could see the hard line of him straining against the cloth, and I reached for it.

His hand closed on my wrist so fast I didn't see it move.

"No."

"But you're"

"Not tonight." His voice was raw.

He stood up and stepped back.

I saw his hand shake before he flattened it against the wall. "Not tonight, Ingrid."

It was the first time he'd said my name.

The gold window opened in the air beside his shoulder, bright as a flare.

BOND QUEST 1 COMPLETE.

LEVEL 2.

PULSE +3. GRIP +2.

NEW SKILL: BLOOD SENSE.

I stared at it.

He turned his head, and for one second his eyes went to the exact spot where it floated.

Then they slid away, and he picked up my jacket from the floor.

"Go to bed, Cadet."

His voice was cold again, and I understood that I was being dismissed.

I dressed with shaking fingers, and when I reached the door, I looked back.

He was standing at the window with his palm flat on the glass.

He looked thin, and the skin around his eyes looked gray.

"Sebastian," I said.

"Out."

I went.

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