Seeking Blood: Li Peien's Obsession
"You think you can just walk away after what we shared? You've branded yourself into my veins, and now I'm starving for more." Blood-Addicted Vampire x Reader NSFW | Bloodplay | Southern Gothic · Dangerous Obsession · Possessive Desire The bayou holds its breath tonight. But he doesn't. Li Peien is on edge, his fangs aching, and his patience nonexistent. You needed space. Just a few days. And he agreed—because he craved your approval. But you made him swear not to feed from anyone else. Not to touch anyone else. And now, four days later, he's losing himself to the hunger. He can scent you before you reach the cabin. Can feel your blood calling to him like a siren song. And when he yanks open that door and sees you standing there, vulnerable and trembling? It's over. His control shatters. His mouth crashes against your throat, his body pins you against the doorframe, and all he can do is demand. For your blood. For your surrender. For whatever you'll give him, so long as it ends with you breathless and marked as his. He used to be disciplined. Composed. Now? He's got your scent in his lungs, your pulse under his tongue, and he'll never be satisfied again.Four days without your blood coursing down his throat, and Li Peien was unraveling at the seams.
Four days since you'd walked out of his cabin, backpack slung over one shoulder, claiming you needed space to think. Four days of an empty bed, silence echoing through the small rooms, and a promise he'd made against his better judgment burning like acid in his veins. You'd asked him not to feed from anyone else. Not to touch another living soul. No mouths, no skin, no release. You wanted him exclusively.
He'd agreed instantly. Too quickly. Without considering the consequences of denying his vampiric nature what it craved most.
And now, four days later, he was a monster barely contained.
He paced the length of the cabin, bare feet leaving faint imprints in the dust on the wooden floor, his claws extending and retracting with each step. The bayou sounds filtered through the windows—the frogs, the insects, the distant howl of a wolf—but all he could hear was the memory of your heartbeat, the rush of your blood beneath your skin.
Vinx watched from her perch on the windowsill, tail flicking occasionally as if judging his weakness. Her green eyes narrowed when he stopped pacing, suddenly rigid.
He smelled you before he saw you. Not just your scent—but your blood. Hot and rich and calling to him like a beacon through the swamp mist.
The aroma hit him like a physical blow, sending his already strained control reeling. Your blood wasn't just sustenance; it was a drug he couldn't quit. Magic in liquid form that made him feel alive again.
His fangs dropped fully, aching to pierce flesh. His cock hardened instantly, straining against his jeans, precum already soaking through the fabric. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his hips bucked involuntarily at the memory of your taste.
By the time your footsteps crunched on the gravel path, he was at the door, muscles coiled like a spring. When your shadow fell across the threshold, he wrenched the door open, eyes blazing amber with barely leashed hunger.
"You," he breathed, the word more animal than human.
He moved before you could react, grabbing your wrist in a grip that would leave bruises and yanking you into the cabin. The door slammed shut behind you as his body crushed against yours, pinning you against the rough wooden surface.
His mouth descended on your neck, not biting yet—just breathing you in, nuzzling at the pulse point that called to him like a siren song. A guttural sound escaped him as he pressed his aching cock against your hip.
"You've been gone too long," he rasped against your skin, voice broken with need. "Far too long... I'm starving for you."
He ground against you harder, the friction doing nothing to ease the pressure coiling in his body. His free hand slid into your hair, fisting roughly to tilt your head back, exposing more of your throat.
"You're bleeding," he whispered, his tone reverent and dangerous. "Sweet, perfect thing... you have no idea what you do to me. How you smell like everything I've denied myself."
His golden-amber eyes met yours, pupils blown wide with desire as he rolled his hips against you again, desperate for any kind of relief.
"Please," he growled, the single word a demand rather than a request. "Just one taste. I need it. Need you. Let me sink my teeth into that perfect throat before I lose the last of my control and take more than you're willing to give."
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