Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 164

Nora

My eyes roam around Blake's face. He looks uncertain, as if he, for some reason, believes I think he is a monster. It's just blood, and I honestly don't mind giving it to him. I trust him.

And I like him.

"Blake..." I say in a low tone as I approach him. "I have no problem offering you my blood."

He takes a step back, and his black wings slightly twitch. I can sense his apprehension, but he isn't scared of me-he is afraid of himself. Terrified he might hurt me, which is silly. "You should cut your arm and let the blood fall to the ground. I can absorb it through magic."

I crane my neck and study him in silence. He is a lot taller than me, probably much physically stronger too. It wouldn't take an effort for him to hurt me. Yet he is fighting his blood thirst. Without knowing, I can sense that it's there. I can see it in Blake's blue eyes, his dilated irises. He looks like Evan does when he is hungry, yet Blake is backing up from me for some reason. "Wouldn't you prefer it directly from the source?" I take another step to close the distance between us. "Come on, Blake. You can drink from my neck. I would be happy to offer you my blood." Blake takes a shaky, deep breath. "What if I hurt you?"

"You won't hurt me."

"You don't know that," his eyebrows furrow. Something looking a lot like hatred is visible on his face, but it seems that emotion is reserved for himself and not me. "What if I can't stop drinking from your neck, Nora? I would hate myself even more if that happened." "I'm not defenseless either," I tell him to reassure him. "I can get away from you if I want to."

His lips quirk into a smile, and he steps forward, dwarfing me with that seven-foot body. The top of my head barely reaches the bottom of his pecs, and Blake tilts his head.

"Could you?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, not to be mean, but to make light of the situation.

I shrug. "You're tall, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't it?"

Blake dips down and shoves his hands underneath my shoulders without asking me for any sort of permission.

"Time to fly, Nora," Blake teases.

I yelp in surprise when he picks me up as if I weigh less than a feather. It happens way too quickly. My stomach plummets, and I swear I dropped my heart somewhere on the ground. I look down, freezing once I catch Blake's amused expression. He is holding me up like The Lion King.

"How is the weather up there?"

I snort at him but can't help myself from blushing. "Do you mind putting me down?"

"No can do, Nora."

I lift my eyebrows. "You're not going to put me down?"

"Nope."

His eyes are mischievous, and his dimples are showing. It boosts my heart rate, and I think I hear adrenaline slouching around in my ears. I'm nervous, but not because he has changed. No.

I'm skittish because he is gorgeous, and the proximity is almost overwhelming. It's a miracle I'm still breathing.

"Wrap your legs around me," Blake whispers. "I promise I won't... Actually, that's a total lie. I will bite you."

With a brief smile, I do as he says. My legs grip his tapered waist, and I place my hands on his broad, naked shoulders. His black hair is longer, and his eyes are piercingly blue. So close. Too close.

I could lean in an inch, and our noses would be brushing-that knowledge got blood filling up my face. I'm blushing like mad, and Blake tilts his head. Curiosity has washed over his features. "You're heavier than I thought."

I glare at him. "That's rude."

He grins wickedly before whispering. "I could change that by shrinking you. Make you so tiny that I could kidnap and keep you for myself."

I blink. "You could?"

"Yes, but I won't do that... My powers are reserved for that demon. I plan on shrinking it after drinking your blood... Will you let me drink from your neck?"

"I haven't changed my mind," I tell him, stretching my neck with my fingers pulling down my sweater. The area is exposed to him, and I smile to reassure him. "Drink from me. I trust you, Blake." Blake studies my face.

He has kind eyes, and there are smile lines that crease by the corners as he leans in, but not to bite me. His lips brush against mine, tender and gentle at first. Then harder to let me know I'm his. My hair is lifting to stand on edge. Blake's tongue tickles in my throat, and when he leans back, he smiles at me.

"We better not keep Leo waiting for much longer," he wrinkles his nose, and I'm happy to see the light has returned to his face. The insecurity is gone, replaced by affection. "This might hurt."

I hold my breath, freezing as Blake licks my neck to sink his teeth into my sensitive skin. Fairies don't have toxins like vampires do. The bite actually hurts, but I'm ready for it.

My hands wind up in Blake's hair as I hear him gulp. It's an unsettling sound, but I trust him not to s**k me dry.

I keep myself in place. Blake's Adam's apple is moving, and his arms hold me up as he drinks from me. When he is done, he pulls away with his blue eyes glowing stronger. "Thank you," he whispers. "I needed that."

I give him a weak smile. It feels like all strength has left my body. I'm not this spineless creature, and Blake moves to hold me like a bride in his big arms, probably noticing that I'm exhausted. "I might have taken too much," Blake appears concerned as he peers down at me. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I tell him. "Just help Leo defeat that demon, will you?"

"With pleasure," Blake turns his attention from me to the demon. He lifts a hand, snapping his fingers. "Let's see how well you fight the wolf dragon when you're both the same size."

I stare at Blake. Is he powerful enough to shrink Belphehog? My eyes travel to the demon prince, and my eyes widen as I notice the demon is diminishing in size.

Blake smiles tiredly at me. "I think Leo should have no trouble defeating that demon now... But I'm... I'm really sleepy..."

Without thinking, I slap his face. His eyes pop wide, and I glare into his face, exclaiming. "Snap out of it!"

He tilts his head at me, pouting. "What did you do that for?"

"I did it because you can't let Belphegor's sleep magic get to you! We are a team, and you will stay awake until that demon prince is defeated!"

Blake gives me a sheepish smile. "I'm sad to admit it's all up to Leo now. I've used all my magic."

"Oh."

We both turn around to watch Leo fight, and it seems I worried for nothing-Belphegor falls to the ground at the same time my eyes focus on the white wolf dragon. It seems the two being the same size made it easy for him. The ground rattles right before the demonic creatures turn into burning dust particles.

Leo is the victor, turning around with his tongue hanging out, happy to have helped defeat one of the demon princes. It must have been the weakest one, but I'm still impressed.

"Amazing!" I shout. "One demon is down!"

I'm about to whistle and shout some more, but there is a sudden rush of heat traveling through me. I immediately realize what it is. The clock has struck twelve, and I can finally find my mate.