Free Bound by Blood: Two Novellas of Paranormal Romance by Sarah Bella Page B

went sprawling onto my stomach with her on top of me.
    We slammed to the floor and skidded into one of the displays. Purple dildos rained over the top of us as I kicked my way free.
    "I haven't fed from a female in nine days," she panted against my skin.
    Her fangs skimmed down the back of my shoulder and she inhaled deeply. "I like working for it."
    "So the donor you were with wasn't an exclusive thing?"
    "Not so much."
    "I haven't fed in six weeks. I've wanted to taste you since you walked into my shop with the donor. I'm not going to wait much longer."Sex and blood lust are so intermingled within our race. One seldom feeds without fucking. Or fucks without feeding. The urges are so similar, so visceral and instinctual, it's difficult to separate one from the other.
    The act of complete submission on the part of the donor triggered our Alpha instincts. The desire to dominate – to completely dominate – was innate. Feeding from another vampyre, especially a female vampyre, charged you up like to the nervous system.
    Enjoyable as feeding from vampyres was, life was so much easier before they enacted the ban on feeding from humans. As the humans had accepted us as myth, hunting had become easier. They became lazy. Hunting increased to the point that the council grew fearful of human extinction and outlawed feeding from humans at all.
    I pitched her off me and ripped her pants from her body before she could blink.
    "I like the way you think."She attacked her shirt while I ditched my own clothes, shredded denim and cotton piled on the floor beside us. Both finally naked, we stood there, chests heaving, just watching, waiting to see who would cave first, who would make the first move.
    It would be me. I knew it.
    So I caved.
    I launched myself at her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
    She staggered backward, sagging against an end cap full of butt plugs.
    My calves found purchase around her hips and I cocooned her in my embrace. I licked and nipped at her jaw and neck without biting hard enough to break the skin. I wanted to savor the experience of drinking her, to prolong the inevitable and drag out the pleasure as long as possible. My fangs punched out as I breathed in her scent. It had simply been too long. My need to feed would quickly outweigh my will power.
    She slid a hand down my waist and tucked between my legs, gliding through my wetness. Fingers found my clit, pinching and twisting it, her arm pinned between our bodies.
    My hips ground against her of their own accord and I hissed at the heat already pooling within me. I kissed my way up her neck and chin, finally finding her mouth. When our lips met sparks shot through me and I was burning alive. The kiss was all fangs and tongues and fire. Her lips mashed against mine struggling to get ever closer. I breathed her in and lost myself. Breathlessly, I threaded my fingers into her hair and pulled her away from my kiss.
    I unwrapped my arms and legs from her body and dropped slowly to the floor, my jelly knees collapsing beneath me. On my way down, my mouth latched onto one of her perfect tits.
    She cried out as I savagely attacked her nipple.
    "I have an idea," I mumbled around my mouthful of perfection. I led her by the hand, mouth attached to the smooth skin of her neck, to our sex swing display.
    Her eyes lit up. "Get in."
    "After you."I debated trying to force her into the swing, but it had been so long since I fed, I wasn't sure I could overpower her physically.
    She cocked an eyebrow, dragging her eyes slowly up my body. "This should be interesting."
    I showed her how to adjust the straps and helped her climb in.
    The stark black leather of the straps made a beautiful image against her alabaster skin. Blue veins carrying her vampyre blood ran along her limbs, through her breasts, up her neck.
    I adjusted the butt pad and strapped her ankles into the harness. Stepping between her thighs, I ground my pubic bone against her wetness. When I held up the