Bloodbank

Twenty One

I forced myself not to look away as Scott pinned Henry to the floor and began to drain him. Whatever pity I had attempted to crush before, from Henry's kindness, his story, I now grasped and wrestled until it transformed into a sneer at his gullibility. Anyone that stupid in a world like this deserved a merciful end, and had he not an hour earlier admitted to begging for the bloodbank? The place that had held me, tortured me?

Henry was screaming, but I heard none of it over the thumping in my ears. I watched his blue eyes diminish and then glass over as he lost more and more blood. Finally, Scott gasped for air and stood, wiping a trail of red from his lips.

"He's still alive." Scott said.

I nodded, grabbing a blood bag, "not for long."

Scott hooked him up to the bag, which began to drain the last few pints. He looked up once he was done, and took me in his arms, pressing his lips to mine. He tasted of iron, but I was smiling as we broke apart, our hands seemingly unable to leave one another's bodies.

"You did it," he smiled, seeming surprised but relieved. He kissed me again and I felt as though I could melt into his arms and lay there for hours. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed him, pulling away and leading him upstairs, the full bag of Henry's blood in my hand, a handwarmer.

The house was small, with only two floors, the second of which clearly used to have two bedrooms, but one had been taken out by a storm and a sheet of clear tarpaulin was the only thing between the hallway and the desert. I continued along the creaking floorboards, about to open the door to the bedroom when Scott stopped.

I turned to him, "What is it?"

He seemed to chew on his words for a moment, spitting them out, "What did Mason mean?"

"What?"

He cleared his throat, "another night on the dunes, just the two of us?"

I swallowed. I had hoped he'd forgotten about that.

"Ebony. Tell me."

Now it was my turn to spit out words I despised, "I slept with Mason." Scott's hands clenched, turning white, "before I knew-"

"I'll kill him."

"We will."

His shoulders rippled, biceps clenching until I could see the veins. For a moment I thought he was going to attack me, the change in atmosphere unsettling. But then he grabbed my thighs, malleable under his strong arms, and lifted me around him.

"I'll make you forget he was ever there," he growled, and his mouth was on mine. He kicked the door to the bedroom open, and placed me gently on the edge of the bed. I tugged my dress over my head, and used my legs to ensnare him closer to me, throbbing and waiting for him to unbuckle his trousers. A clink of metal, and they were off.

He stepped closer, pushing my legs open with his knees, leaning over me to kiss me, one hand behind my head as I involuntarily thrusted towards him, desperate to have him inside me. Another agonising moment as he took his boxers off, and I grabbed the warm blood bag, opening it slightly to adorn my bare chest with a line of the red substance, from my neck to my navel.

Scott chuckled, a tickle of his warm breath on my neck, and then his tongue was on me. I arched my back towards him, smearing the blood into a mess between us as he worked his way lower. Then his hand was on my hips, his finger teasing my opening as he stood above me, watching me squirm.

Blood was in his stubble, on his lips, streaks across his bare chest, "beg for me."

I whimpered, hips bucking for him, "please."

And that was enough for him. One finger slid inside, then two, and I moaned for him, loudly, only the dead body downstairs able to hear us now. I was already seeing stars, but he continued, massaging, coaxing the sounds from my lips. He leant over me, the other hand on my breast, covering it in more of Henry's blood. His mouth now inches from mine, his green orbs stared into my eyes as if I was the only person in the world. The only one who mattered.

"Did he ever make you feel like this?" he asked, fingers twitching inside of me.

"Never." I cried, and he smirked.

"But this isn't even the best part."

He removed his fingers, leaving me throbbing for more, and I suddenly realised how big he was. Standing proud for a moment, he let my eyes roam his body, covered in blood, before he leant over me again. One arm above my head to steady himself, the other drawing lines of blood on my cheek.

"Are you ready?"

My moan was the only reply, the head of his cock circling between my legs, and then he was inside of me. I gasped, my hands on his back and scratching lines of blood as he thrusted, again and again. My back arched again, the red between us acting as a lubricant, the white sheets beneath stained beyond repair. He thrust again and I kissed him, his teeth hanging onto my lip as I drew apart for breath. Another thrust, deeper this time, and my breasts shook, moans and breaths the only sound I could hear. His teeth left my lip, tongue licking my nipple for the blood left on it.

"Could he ever-"

"No!" I cried, cresting again and again, butterflies and electricity building in my abdomen, Scott the most animalistic I'd ever seen him as we both climaxed. One last pump, and he released me from him, laying down on the bed next to me. I turned onto my side into the foetal position, his impossibly strong arms suddenly impossibly gentle, hand resting on my back to pull me closer into his embrace. He raised a finger, the same he had used earlier, wiped it across my cleavage and licked the blood from it. I pulled his mouth to mine for a final time that night, tasting Henry's blood at the same time he did.

Scott raised his lips to my ear, his whisper sending a shudder through me, and said "he didn't taste as good as you."

And I fell into a deep, soundless sleep, safely in his arms.

*Authors Note*
I have been doing so well with regular updates wow. Anyway I'm busy for the next week but I swear on Scott's massive dick that I will update soon :)

moist xoxoxo