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all at once, and surely she should be focusing on the source of the

blood. Wasn't that more important? Shouldn't the blood be staunched

and saved. Someone could surely use it.

Helena gulped. She was going insane, breaking apart, yelling at

herself and not even knowing what she was going to say until she did.

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Her body started to shake under the strain. She needed silence so she

could stop thinking, no to think. She required silence to think, but her

body was so loud with different needs and wants.

Constantine deposited the body at her feet, the skin-stripped neck

still gurgling from a fresh kill.

"Beautiful, isn't it, all the still warm blood?" Constantine leaned

over the body between them to close in on her.

Helena tore her eyes away from the blood to look at him, but her

eyes flicked downward, mesmerized by the blood.

He pinched her chin sharply. "Look at me."

Helena dragged her eyes back to his face but her vision seemed to

be sucked into his dilating eyes, making her swim in and out of

conscious focus.

"You smell it deep within her thighs don't you? It makes you hot,

ready to pounce and take it in you, deep in you, so you can ride its

power for all its worth." Constantine's words turned to steam in the

heat of her strained breath.

Helena's neck stretched to free her chin.

Constantine shook his head. "Not very likely, is it, you getting

away from me? And why would you want to? I have what you want

even if you keep saying no. I'll give you a release you never imagined

existed."

Helena's jaw creaked open under his clutch. "Stop touching me."

Her thighs clenched so she could stand firm.

"Oh, I'm going to do even better than touching you. I'm going to

take you to a place you'll never want to leave and beg me for more."

He ran a nail behind her ear, trailing down to her collar bone.

Helena's throat stuttered trying to figure out what was up and down.

"No I won't. I don't want anything from you." Her toes clenched,

keeping herself firmly in her shoes.

"Don't be so sure of that. A girl like you is going to come back for

more and beg for seconds." Constantine rammed his palm into her

throat, sending her teetering backwards, only her hair prevented her

from falling on her ass.

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Helena screamed out in pain as she swung from the ceiling. Her

shoes fell off, and her toes clamored to gain contact with the floor

again, tripping over the shoes as she got onto tiptoes.

"Now that I have your attention again," Constantine reached out to

grab her hair and still the rope, "I don't want you to miss a second of

what is about to happen to you. You'll regret it later if you do."

"Oh God, please no." Helena lost any reserves of composure she

had in her vocal chords and bleated like a lost lamb.

Constantine pushed his hand between them, pressing into her

breasts and stomach before slipping down between her thighs to the

man beneath them.

Helena's head bent, needing to know what he was going to do.

There was only so much she could clench her thighs and stand on her

toes at the same time.

His hand bathed in the man's open throat, coating his skin with red

syrup. He stepped back so she could see the full ascent of his hand as

it crept slowly up between them and then stilled in front of her face.

"What are you going to do to me?" Helena forgot to stand on her

tiptoes, and her arches collapsed.

Constantine stuffed his clean hand under her armpit and raised her

to her toes. "You know what's about to happen to you."

Helena's face jittered no, her eyes tracking his hand as her head

flipped side to side.

"Yes you do, and you want it, you know you do. You're mouth

says no but your tongue says yes. Bet you don't know it's snaking out

of your mouth and your teeth are primed ready to take my hand off at

the wrist." Constantine moved his hand closer to her face.

Helena started to go cross-eyed. "I ... I..."

"Shhh, let your mind go. I only want your body right now. I'll

tackle your mind another time." He grazed the tip of her tongue with

his bloodied knuckles.

Helena's tongue snapped back into her mouth and recoiled against

the roof of her palate. Cheeks puffed out, breathing in the perfume of

blood from pulsating mucous linings. Her tongue came back out,

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cleansed off the blood now surging down her throat, and lapped at the

air like a puppy gone wild.

Constantine wagged his hand in front of her crazed eyes. "And

here I thought you wanted me to leave you alone to your sanctity of

lies."

Helena heaved in throaty breaths on the verge of hyperventilating.

"I can't breathe."

"Sure you can, more of the fibs you tell yourself, pretty little lies

that make you feel better." He jabbed his knuckles under her nose,

leaving blood behind below her nostrils.

Helena sucked air in through her nose as her tongue tried to reach

the blood and lick it off. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm not the one doing anything. It is all you, Helena, all you. You

wanted power, well I'm giving you more than you let yourself

imagine, and your body wants it even if your mouth is spewing out

lies, telling me no. I know you want me to. You want me to go all

the way." Constantine licked a drying knuckle and transferred the

blood from his lathered tongue onto hers, biting hers until her eyes

watered.

"No." Helena reared her head back, fighting her tongue to stay in

her mouth.

"Why do you keep fighting me? You know you want this. You

want to eat the man out, suck him clean, feel how hot and wet you can

get taking all you need from him, licking him." Constantine pulled her

towards him, making her stub her toes on the cooling body.

Helena tried to get her tongue and head to work together, but as she

shook her head no, her tongue throbbed and acid filled her mouth

ready to digest liquid protein.

"See, why make this harder for yourself than it has to be? Give in to

it. Live the life lurking under your skin, and let the animal come out

and play. It's time for a nighttime party." Constantine squeezed her

underarm until his fingers nearly touched.

Helena screamed then spewed acid onto his face.

"Tsk, tsk. Such a nasty girl. The pain will go away if you let me

do what needs to be done, what you want to have anyway."

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Constantine jabbed his knuckles into her parted teeth, but his hand

under her arm didn't leave her anywhere to go.

Pain shot through the roots of her teeth up into her jaws and cheek

bones, but on the heels of pain came the taste, the
blood
. Before she

could institute control her teeth opened and clamped down on his

hand, gnashing into the webbing between his knuckles and burrowing

into cartilage. Just before she hit the pockets of his own blood, he

kneed her in the crotch, and her growling yelp freed his hand from her

bite.

"You are getting ahead of yourself. I didn't give you permission to

take from me, my feral vampire in the making. See what happens

when you hold your lust at bay too long? You become a deranged

monster. Now I'll have to take you down a few pegs. More antics

like that and I will be brutal when kicking you in the pussy."

Constantine extracted his hand and made her trot and curse and she

struggled to alleviate all her pain at once.

"What did you just call me?" Her tongue swam in her mouth and

she choked on her own saliva.

"My feral vampire, surely you aren't deaf on top of blind?"

Constantine bared his canines, letting them hang over the rim of his

lip.

"You're deranged." Helena willed her breath to slow down, but her

words came out in spurts studded with huffs of air.

"You are tiring me with these girlish games, and coming from a

woman like you it disgusts me. Time to start owning up to the

fantasies you don't let anyone know about, the ones where you get off

on the dirtiest, darkest thoughts, bathing yourself in another."

Constantine bent down and dragged the body up by the hair.

Helena winced, her own scalp had gone from past tingling into

thought numbing pain.

Constantine lodged the body between them; the neck's rent in line

with Helena's mouth. He pushed the body so her chin was washed in

blood, liquid heat making her pussy clench, causing her panties to

bunch up and pinch her.

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Helena grabbed the collar of the man's shirt and staunched the flow

of blood with her lip suction.

Constantine tore them apart, backing up so the oozing neck was out

of lunging range. "Now, now, I thought you wanted nothing to do

with him or me. Didn't you want to be the good little girl who

watches but never does, a voyeur with clean lips?"

Helena suckled her lips. "You made me. You forced him on me."

Her eyes were glued to the neck, so wet and salty good.

"Then you might as well finish him off, no, and take yourself for

the rushing ride? You're so pent up I think you're ready to burst if you

don't finish him soon. Or do you need me to lead you step by step by

step." He inched the body closer to her until all she had to do was let

him enter her all at once before he dripped dry with nothing left to

give.

Helena couldn't see anything but blood, the forbidden fruit. She'd

always ordered her meat as raw as cooks allowed, but this was still

dripping the juices that heat tainted. Her hold on her neck faltered and

her tongue lowered into the neck, eyes flicking up every few laps to

see what Constantine was doing.

"There, there." He patted her head, holding her up by the back of

the jacket so her head stayed planted on top of the blood.

It was so easy; her head stayed in place with no effort of her own

and the hunger of missed lunch and dinner made her devour him. It

wasn't her, but the need to survive. That's what she told herself

between drinks, and after when Constantine let the body drop.

She was simply being sanitary by licking her lips clean instead of

wiping them on her sleeves.

Constantine tossed the spent corpse through the air towards the

pillows. With the tip of his steel-toed, black leather boots, he shifted

the pillows into a dais a few feet off the ground.

At the base lay the cooling body turning an un-lively shade of grey.

Approaching her from the side, he pushed her backwards along the

track until she fell, hair jutting up and angled towards the ceiling.

Helena was forming a complaint, working up a seething froth of

spit to aim at his eyes over the treatment and wanting to kick out and

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jam toes into his balls until she bathed in the seminal fluid he leaked

from puncture holes.

"Let the anger go." He watched her jerk on the cushion pyre.

"Anger is but the last residual of the life dying in you. Come to me

willingly and this is only the start."

Feverish heat melted the icy hiss of words bombarding her ears.

Each harsh utterance beat against her eardrums sending discordant

pulses down her ear canals. Veins feeding blood into her ears and

brain caught up the explosive sound waves and pulsed. Ripples

formed in her blood, sinuous waves of heated blood bursting

capillaries in their rush to her lungs to cool off.

She sweated from the inside out, her pores stretching open to vent

steam that poured off her body and clouded the room with a smell

undeniably female and ripe.

"That right, let it go, ride it, drown in your own passed glory."

The words came again but she didn't have the strength to decipher

them, all her attention burned up with the white heat of incendiary

force stripping her hold on consciousness. Her pussy leaked sizzling

liquid that burned her inner thighs, forcing her legs wide open. She

grappled with her panties to get them out of the way; they were

holding in too much heat and she needed air.

Her fingers fumbled and got the panties down to her knees before

arms went rigid limp then thrashed, ripping the shoulders from her

jacket. Muscles followed suit and strained under her flailing limbs,

her legs stretching her panties until the elastic snapped and the seams

gave up holding the lace together. Pieces of jacket hung shredded

from her arms and her panties draped over her knees before slithering