“Oh god…” His voice thickens into a growl, and he leaps onto the bed, his eyes whited out entirely. Watching him crawl toward me, his nostrils flaring, teeth bared—it’s unbelievably hot. I’m trembling, so sensitive that the first breath he exhales over my clit makes me jump.

Jay smiles, licking his fangs. “Hold as still as you can.”

Tilting his head aside, he moves in, grasping my thighs, and licks through my folds, a long, slow, lazy caress of his slick tongue.

“Shit…” I whimper.

“Bite the pillow, sweetheart,” he advises.

I grab one of my pillows and clutch it to my bare chest, stuffing one corner into my mouth as Jay continues to bathe my sex with his tongue. He laps at my clit, then slides his tongue through every delicate crease, every little bit of me, savoring it all. I’m whining into the pillow now, trembling, half-embarrassed at the wetness gushing out of me.

“I think you’re ready,” says Jay, with a tender kiss against my clit. I try not to squirm, quaking on the edge of an orgasm.

Jay carefully takes one of my labia between his teeth, and sinks in his fangs.

I squeal into the corner of the pillow. It hurts, yes, but it’s a brilliant, sensual, clarifying pain, pure and addictive. Jay’s lips close on my flesh and he drinks, while his claw-tipped fingers sweep along my inner thigh. The side of his thumb brushes over my clit, and the startling friction almost makes me come right then.

I spit out the pillow and whisper, “Shit, shit, shit,” like a litany, like a prayer, while the vampire I love sucks on my pussy. He releases me after a few moments, licks the punctures, and bites into my inner thigh, drinking more deeply.

When his bracelet vibrates, he pulls back, fangs glistening scarlet, his eyes reverting to their usual brown. But he’s not done with me. He moves between my legs again, nibbling at my clit with an enthusiasm that makes my head fall back and my eyes close. I have to squeeze and bite the pillow even harder as Jay shakes his head between my legs, his tongue whipping across my hypersensitive bud until I snap—I break—I’m writhing, silent, un-breathing, dazzled by the whip-crack of ecstasy still lashing through me.

Jay strokes me with his tongue until I can’t bear it and I push him away, cupping my hand over my quivering sex. He covers my fingers with his, a reassuring weight, while I gasp through the rest of the orgasm and then fall apart under his hand.

I’ve slid halfway down onto the pillows, and I lie there, blissful and undone, while he kisses me between satisfied grins.

“Sure, you can give it out,” I say blurrily after a few minutes. “But can you take it?”

“Oh, I’ll take it.” He rocks his hips, running his hot length between my folds, its hard underside passing right over my clit. The wet tip of him touches my stomach.

“Not like that. Not yet.” I pull myself upright. “Lie on your belly. Now.”

With a muffled groan of reluctance he flops down, his long legs stretched out and his round ass presented to my view.

I crawl over one of his legs and settle myself between them. “You may want to bite the pillow.”

“I don’t think I need to—God!” he barks out as I lean down and bite the fleshy cheek of his ass. “Fuck, that felt…amazing.”

“Pillow,” I warn him, and he gathers it against his upper chest, both arms banded over it.

This time, I trail one hand all the way up his leg, from ankle to ass, and I reach between his legs and cup his balls while I sink my teeth into the other cheek.

He jumps a little this time, a groan vibrating through his body. I smack his butt lightly. “Hush!”

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come on your sheets,” he hisses. “You should stop.”

“You shouldn’t have such a tasty-looking butt,” I retort. But I do want him inside me, so I give him one last nip before I let him roll over. “I’m doing this again once I’m a vampire.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Fuck.” He’s panting, his cock standing straight up.

I take hold of him and guide him in, settling into place. He holds my waist with his left hand and cups my breast with his right, his thumb stroking my nipple.

The way he’s looking at me now, with such grateful adoration, makes me feel more like a goddess than I ever dreamed possible. But I’m the one who should be grateful.

“Thank you for not giving up,” I whisper. “Thank you for finding me. Shit, I’m crying again… I told myself I wouldn’t do that… I’m sorry—”

But his eyes are glistening, too. “Don’t apologize.” His voice is tight, thick with emotion.

I watch those lovely brown eyes flutter shut as I ride him, as we breathe softly together in a quiet, lascivious hymn of moans and sighs, as we transform each other into the creatures of power and passion we were always meant to be.

Epilogue

“Wolfsheim,” Jay crows in a singsong voice. “You have a visitor.”

He opens the top hatch of the cell door while I approach slowly, cautiously. Nervous energy cascades through my new body, the untapped potential of freshly toned muscles and systems operating at peak fitness.

An incredible feeling, but I’m still adapting.

It’s been two months since the showdown with the Wolfsheim and his Progeny. After that night, I made a bucket list of sunshiny things I wanted to do before turning into a vampire, the first being a long beach vacation with my parents.

Since the Glassy Mountain vampires were pretty freaked out about my ability, it wasn’t a bad idea for me to get out of town while Jay stayed behind to manage the aftermath. He had to reassure all the anxious vampires that I’m not a threat, that I would only use my powers to rehabilitate gluttons or protect the vampire community.

Yeah, that took some convincing. But being Jay Gatsby, he managed it somehow.

Two weeks ago, I drank Jay’s blood and took the serum he developed to ease the transformation. I spent six days sweating, moaning, and dry-heaving. It felt like the worst flu I’ve ever had. Jay spent as much time with me as he could while I recovered, holding cool washcloths on my forehead, putting on my favorite shows, coaxing me to drink sips of ginger ale, or, toward the end, donating blood.

By the seventh day the aches and gurgles in my body had settled down, and I was left with a hollow, ravenous hunger. Jay explained that I couldn’t drink from him right away—new vampires need human blood. He taught me how to carefully drink from my mom and dad, which was super awkward. But my mom just laughed and said, “This isn’t the first time you’ve depended on my blood for survival.”

I raised my eyebrows at her. “Geez, Mom. That makes this all better. Just like old times, in utero.”

After a week or so of drinking from her and Dad, it’s a little less awkward. But I still haven’t gotten used to licking their wrists afterward to heal the puncture marks.

Other than that, I’ve adapted seamlessly to the whole blood-drinking deal. No gluttonous urges so far. I’m adjusting to my stronger, faster body and my superior hearing. The best part of it all? My dewy-fresh, practically poreless skin.

I haven’t tested my voice power yet. My voice was hoarse for a while after the change, but it’s nearly back to normal. We’re testing it today on Wolfsheim.

I slink closer to Wolfsheim’s cell, listening to his slow, heavy breathing. Jay stands quietly by the door, watching me. Behind him is the house manager, Henry, one sleeve rolled up to the elbow. Jordan’s here too, as both my friend and a representative of the Glassy Mountain vampire community.

“The prisoner has been catatonic for weeks,” Henry says coolly. “We’ve had to use an IV to get blood into him, since he won’t drink. And I’ve been forced to…clean him.” His nose wrinkles slightly.

“It’s like you scraped out his brains, Daisy.” There’s a wariness to Jordan’s expression, and I don’t blame her one bit. I’d be a little scared of me, too.

“Open the door to his cell, Jay,” I request.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s catatonic, remember? He won’t hurt me.”

There’s a facial recognition panel near the door, and after Jay completes the scan and enters a code, Wolfsheim’s cell unlocks.