Shortcut to the Grave by Susan Harris

Author:Susan Harris [Harris, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CTP Publishing

Ricky

There was no holding on, no finesse or feats of sexual prowess. The moment Melanie sank her fangs into his neck and drank, Ricky came hard and fast, grunting as Melanie’s sex clenched around his cock, milking him as much as her mouth was drinking down his blood.

His brain was fogged, his body sated, his cock still twitching as Melanie rode her orgasm. Her sole focus was on his blood, and, after a few minutes, when he was able to think clearly again, Ricky realized that Melanie was having a little trouble stopping.

Spots darkened his eyes as Ricky reached out and slid his fingers into Melanie’s hair, giving it a little tug to try and get her attention. An animalistic growl answered him, Melanie’s hand latching around his throat, preventing him from moving an inch, the sheer strength in her grasp astounding.

“Lanie, babe. Enough.”

“No.” Came back a growl, and Ricky knew that his Lanie was still in there.

He rotated his hips, and she hissed. Beginning to feel untethered, Ricky smiled softly.

“Babe, if you want us to spend the day in bed, then you’re gonna have to keep me conscious. Please, Lanie, it’s starting to hurt.”

As if those were the magic words, Melanie ripped her fangs from his neck, his blood dribbling from her fangs and staining her lips. She hadn’t been tidy. Rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand, she stared wide-eyed down at him, scrambling off his body and scooting back to the far end of the couch.

Ricky made to follow after her, the room spinning as he sat up to quickly. Arm braced at the side of the couch, Melanie sprang up, sifting through the discarded clothes on the ground until she pulled out her phone and dialled.

“Lanie, it’s okay. I’m good. Believe me.”

Ignoring him as she waited for the phone to connect, Melanie pulled on his tee and covered her luscious curves. Ricky groaned, lying back down and covering his eyes with his arm. With his eyes closed, he heard the conversation and swore.

“I need you to answer my question. Just my question. No comments or quips or I will lose my shit.”

Melanie paused, and the person on the phone answered as she hissed out, “What do you give someone for blood loss?”

A bark of laughter sounded down the phone, and Ricky opened his eyes again, pulling himself up and watched Melanie pace the living room.

“Lanie…” he sighed but she snarled to quieten him.

“Answer the goddamn question, Donnie.” Melanie’s voice broke as Ricky reached up and pressed his fingers to the still open wound.

When Donnie heard the tone, he answered quickly because Melanie was out of the room before he could take another breath and strode back in carrying a pint glass of orange juice and a plate of biscuits.

“Drink,” she ordered, shoving the glass at him. Ricky drained the juice in one go and grinned as Melanie shoved the cookies in his direction. “Eat.”

“I’d rather eat you.”

Melanie’s nostrils flared, her hand trembling. “No. This...this is never happening again.

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