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There were no words to describe what it felt like to get bitten. Especially by him. Calloused hands supporting her neck as greedy lips laved at the steady stream of blood. You couldn't really know what it was like until you knew. 

The breathy moan that escaped from her lips wasn't the first and would hardly be the last as she leaned even further back into his strong, solid body. The hum in her neck reverberated through her whole body, and her own legs faltered against holding her up.

The calloused fingers just under her chin twitched. The hand gripping her hip like an iron vice trailed to wrap around her midsection, fully taking on the responsibility of her weight. She was like a rag doll held tightly against him as if she might try to squirm away. Her feet only barely brushed the ground. Not only was the desire to run absent, but the ability as well.

A whine followed as a reaction to his usually quite restrained show of strength. He was so careful about appearing to look human all of the time except when he had his lips around her. It was like dog off his leash, playing just a little too rough with the local bitch in heat. 

Except she was always local. Captain Price had to know what Lieutenant Riley was. And what she was to him. There was no way it was always coincidence that wherever he was deployed, she wasn't too far away. They'd never talked about it but sometimes it felt like he knew. Her captain never did or said anything so obvious as to give her a reason to bring it up.

Lieutenant Riley, her superior officer, pulled her even tighter against him. She could feel through their uniforms how hard he was, and it only made her more wet. Every time he drank from her, he'd give her the best fuck of her life. It would be reckless and rough and borderline painful in her oversensitive state, but she craved every slide of his fingers over her clit and pump of his dick inside of her. The way he emptied her of blood just enough to fill her back up with cum was poetic she supposed.

She really was moaning and whining like a real bitch in heat now. Her head felt lighter and her body heavier. She couldn't be more euphoric. Nothing would ever come close to this. Nothing.

Agreeing to be Lieutenant Riley's consort had been a process, and definitely not one she minded now that she knew what it was like. And what it was like was impossible to fully grasp.

It was being wanted and desired and needed to such a degree as to feel ravenous just for his touch. It was knowing that what she was doing was good for him. That she was good at doing it. That he needed her just as badly as she wanted him. There was no denying the connection. 

Especially not when he sucked deep on his own bite, pulling her life force out of her to fuel himself. What a small thing to give when his dick was rubbing against her ass and he was holding her so close that perhaps this time he really would use all that carefully hidden strength to pull her body and soul inside of him.

Fuck, it was good to be wanted.

He was going to die. Yes, he was already dead, but the way he was feeling drove him mad. Ghost could feel every feeling his dearest dinner was having. He could practically taste them in his mouth. Her thoughts were scattered beautifully but every now and again one would catch in her head and solidify. It would travel straight to his dick before it too shattered like glass. 

Dinner was always so warm and wet for him. It was a shame that they couldn't just spending every hour of the day and night connected. Whether that be his teeth in her neck, or her dripping pussy squeezing his dick. He liked her helpless against him. 

While he was fully aware of just how lethal she could be, there was no power she could possess that would render his undead existence final. No power but the one coursing through her veins. He'd had the blood of a good many others, but none satiated his needs like hers. And no one but her enjoyed it quite as much.

Objectively, he knew that the feeling of being bitten was a good one. Subjectively, he had experienced a wide variety of reactions. Some sexually and some reacted as one might when they bit into a particularly good cake. His current consort reacted bodily in a way that he had never felt before. She was perfect for him.

And she was the best he'd ever tasted. The perfect mix of all the missing vitamins and nutrients his own body craved but could no longer produce. She tasted of happiness and stubborn drive and youth. Even in life, he could imagine himself doing anything just to get her attention. If he had been alive he'd be pushing 70 so he supposed it would have take quite a lot to turn her head. Nearly forty years of being a vampire had given him a great deal of experience with consorts and he knew he'd never find another like her.

He wondered when he would get the confidence to just ask her to bond with him permanently. She'd look young, but remain mortal. Beautiful and still able to produce blood for him until she died of old age still looking like a young woman. Not taking on the strength or resilience of a vampire, but be bonded to make as blood as he could handle. On her deathbed he might even find it in himself to fully turn her. But that was easily 50 years away. 

Right now, he could feel her racing heart slow just slow enough to know it was time to heal her. A few mouthfuls later, he pulled away with one last meaningful lick to close the wound. It would bruise but the 141 already knew they were fucking. Her gasping whine drew him back in to kiss just under her ear, before pulling away to pull his mask back down over his still elongated fangs. It was more for her own protection than his. He knew himself to think he wouldn't be tempted for just a few more mouthfuls.

The body in his arms shivered as he turned her and gently carried her to the bed, literally tearing bits of clothing off of her. Military issue clothing was annoying to acquire, but Price would cover for him as he had for 40 years. And Ghost would cover for him as needed as he had for 40 years. There wasn't any slip up that couldn't be explained away by a superior officer and friend.

Fucking hell he wanted her so bad, he'd risk biting her in front of the whole 141 if it meant she'd lay out for him like she was now. All spread open and drooping eyes and a stupid smirk on her face. All of her dirty thoughts still whirled around in his head and oh how he loved to make his good girl happy after she did such a good job at taking his teeth.