Free Beloved Forever by Kit Tunstall Page A

her nerve, she slid her fangs through his supple flesh. Immediately, blood trickled from the wounds and down his neck. She caught a drop with her tongue, which only served to heighten her hunger—for blood, and for him.
    He had stiffened when her fangs penetrated his skin. Now, his muscles bunched further and he moaned when she pulled down her teeth, opening the vein wider. Blood flooded her mouth and dripped down her chin. The coppery odor invaded her nose through the roof of her mouth, making her desperate to feed.
    Emily nuzzled closer, fastening her mouth around his weeping neck and sucking greedily. Blood flowed into her mouth faster than she could swallow, and she choked. Before the blood had completely cleared the back of her throat, she was lapping up more.
    He twitched under her, and his quiet moans increased her excitement. She felt more than his blood flow through her body. As her heart began to beat faster, power surged within her. She held his life in her hands. It was her choice whether he lived or died. It was heady to have the ability to choose, but her attention strayed from her thoughts to the sensations coursing through her body.
    She was more alive than she had ever been before. She could feel the individual threads of the weave of the denim jeans against her legs. The stench of the filthy cotton T-shirt she wore temporarily blotted out the scent of blood, and she thought about taking it off. Pulling away from his throat required too much effort, so she forced herself to ignore the odor.
    Tingling warmth had settled inside her pussy, and her nipples hardened against the lace of the bra. She wanted him.
    The realization focused her thoughts clearly for a moment. She was scared and confused. In her secret thoughts, Emily had begun to wonder if she was a lesbian—not because she was attracted to girls, but because of her lack of reaction to the opposite sex. No man had ever caught her eye or turned her on before. To feel it now, with Nicholas, was a blessing and a curse. She was relieved to realize she wasn’t frigid, but why was he the one she desired?
    She shifted with discomfort, inadvertently tearing the healing vein open again. Once more, blood rushed through her lips, and she forgot about everything but the metallic taste filling her mouth. She forced herself closer, eager to take in all she could.
    “You need to stop now, Emily.” He sounded weak.
    She ignored him, darting her tongue into a hole and probing for more.
    He grasped her shoulders and pushed. “Get off. You’re taking too much.”
    The rush of power returned, and Emily slid on top of him until she straddled him. She grasped his arms and held them down, while continuing to consume his blood.
    “Dammit. I said stop.” His voice sounded weak, but he nearly succeeded in throwing her off when he strained against her hold.
    Emily tightened her grip, then suddenly screamed and broke away. Wave after wave of bright light crashed through her mind, behind her eyes. Each brought a sharp, tearing pain with it that carved straight through her brain. She slumped forward and grasped her head, crying out.
    As quickly as it had come on, the pain and light disappeared. She cautiously lifted her head and met his eyes. They were calm. His skin was pale, but he didn’t appear unduly shaken. Phantom pain lingered for a moment longer before fading away. Then she realized she was lying on top of him with her breasts pressed against his chest. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg, and her eyes widened when her pussy provided new lubrication.
    He grasped the back of her head and pulled her face to his, licking away a smear of blood from her mouth before tracing her lips with his tongue.
    Emily shivered as the sensation spread liquid warmth through her body. She didn’t even think to protest when his tongue slipped between her lips and raked across her fangs. Then his mouth was on hers, and she couldn’t catch her breath, though the ability to