Markus led me to a small room, looking more like a wine basement than a testing room for the blood they mixed on their own. There was a small table in the center of the room and two chairs, which we both take. My legs hurt after walking for so long and so much, so I let out a sigh relaxing my poor legs when the doors opened and the same man called Harry came into the room. He bowed at us and smiled brightly.
"Am I honored to end up your guide with a glass of freshly mixed blood?" he smiled brightly, and then looked at Markus, waiting for his command.
"Also tell us about how you make it, as Aurora knows as much about this as I did in the beginning," Markus said, making my cheeks blush. Yeah, I know nothing about blood mixing, but do I feel sorry? Definitely, no. I didn't know he does those kinds of things, and I still wonder what else he can do! I'm still about to study his other sides.
"So, at first we made some studies on how we can compare all four blood types with each other, and if they are combinable at all. Then, we figured out A type can be combined with all the types, so we started trying the easiest way first, to combine A blood with all the other types, then clean it, filter and try what came up. It tasted good, so we continued our research and started combining other blood types that are less combinable, and figured out those that are meant to be bad with each other, have an amazing taste!" Harry started his speech eagerly, then went to wooden shelves, took out a bottle that looked like a snake, took two glasses, opened the bottle, and poured some blood into it. At first, I was amused by a bright red color of blood that almost looked like a wine, then by the smell. I couldn't hear the smell of human blood, instead, it was some kind of berry smell.
Harry came closer to us, put glasses on the table and bowed his body down, then straightened up, waiting for us to take our drinks. I leaned closer and smelled the liquid once again. I was ready to bet I smell some berry and not some blood!
"Is it really blood?" I looked at Markus, and he just chuckled, taking a glass in his hands.
"Oh yeah, my lady, that's blood! We added some berry aroma to hide the smell of blood. Some vampires are disgusted by the smell of human blood, but like its taste, so we found a decision!" Harry said proudly, then looked at Markus, who just chuckled.
"And not only vampires," he said, looking with his deep onyx eyes at me. I blushed from head to toes, then squeezed the glass in my hand and took a sip of it, closing my eyes to focus just on the taste. To my wonder, unlike the smell, the taste was of real human blood, but it wasn't disgusting. The hard metallic taste of blood was eased with the berry aroma that was felt even when you take a sip. It tasted more like wine, not blood, and that's what makes it much more interesting. I opened my eyes and looked at Markus.
"Not as tasting as your blood, but if I could, I'd take a few bottles," I smirked, looking at him and tasting his reaction. For a few seconds he was embarrassed, and then he smiled, excepting the truth of not being able to hide our passion.
"If you really like it, Harry can make a special order for you," Markus smirked, raising his glass and taking a few sips. He tasted that blood for too long, making Harry and even me wait in anticipation, "And for me too…"
"Ah, sir, we have everything reading for dozens of those bottles. I can start even now!" Harry was overexcited about us liking his experiment, and that was what we, Markus and me, wanted… To be finally left alone.
"Start over it now, and deliver it to my mansion. And close the door behind yourself," Markus said, looking at Harry with his calm onyx eyes. I giggled and took a few more sips.
"Sure!" Harry immediately left us alone. And as soon we heard the clicking sound of the door leading to our room, Markus stood up, took a key out of his pocket, and put it into the keyhole, closing us in this small room. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my shoulders and I drank all the blood from the glass, then put it back on the table and threw my head back, looking at him. Markus leaned down and kissed my lips, sucking them, while his hands slipped from my shoulders to the straps of my dress, throwing them into my arms. His hands then slipped to my neckline and under my bra, then rested on my breasts. Markus started playing with my nipples, making them harder and leaving me no choice but to moan. His agile tongue started wandering in my mouth, while his hands started lifting my breasts up, making them jump.
"Wanna make me jump again?" I whispered to his lips, when they slightly bit my tongue with his fang, making me scream from pain.
"Sure," he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, and then in a second he took the bottle from the table, put it near my glass, and lifts me from the chair. He sat at it and put me on his knees with my face to him, and licked my lips. "You taste better than that blood; however, it's a good one as well."
"Indeed," I took the straps of my dress out, making it fall to my breasts as they haven't let the dress slip further. Markus smirked, looking hungrily at me and observing my actions, while I took out my bra and put it on the back of the chair. After that, I put my hands under my breasts, lifting them, and started moving up and down at Markus, making my breasts move up and down too. I was doing that slowly, teasing him as he can't take his eyes out of them, increasing the speed of my moving.
Each time I sat on his knees, I felt his bump becoming bigger and his manhood harder, which was easily felt even through his pants.
"Wanna jump at me?" he whispered, then started unwrapping his jeans. I smirked, lick my lips and said nothing, making him wait in anticipation. However, my answer was already clear.
"Bad girl," he whispered, then put his hand on my neck and pressed me tightly to him, making my breasts touch his bare chest. I haven't even seen when he undressed, was too busy looking at something huge and hard.
"Bad boy," I whispered when our eyes met, then let go of my breasts and wrapped his neck with my arms. He slipped with his hands at my butt and just lifted me up, then put me right at his cock and made me sit at his whole length.
He closed my mouth with a kiss, so I screamed at him.
We were kissing all the time he was moving in me, but it became harder to do so when Markus increased the speed so much, that I was really jumping on him. It made me do something, that I knew will definitely blow out his rational mind.
I broke our kiss, threw my head back, and started moaning loudly, jumping and moving at him. I heard him roar, then felt him kissing and sucking the skin on my breasts. He put his hands on my butt, helping me to move at him.
It was a pleasure for all of us, and none of us could resist a thought we wanted this from the beginning, to be left alone somewhere and enjoy each other as much as possible.
In an hour we were already in a car, my head was on his shoulder, and my hands wrapped around his neck. Markus just wrapped me in his black jacket and pressed me tightly to himself.
"Where are we going now?" I asked, being excited about our next destination trip.
"We'll have a few days to look over Kristof's bank, as he was the first one to figure out he has police rats, remember? We'll stop at his mansion and come with a visit to his blood bank the next day," Markus kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly, "Unfortunately, he'll be following our steps as he's the owner of that bank…"
There was something in his voice that made me rise up my head and look at him. But, when I tilt my head up I only saw his chin, so he probably rested his head on the car seat.
"Won't we have some free time?" I asked, and left a kiss on his neck, right at the gun tattoo. I heard him chuckle.
"Do you think I could agree to something like that?" he kissed the top of my head, and burst his fingers in my hair, massaging the skin on my head. I closed my eyes, relaxing.
"Even if yes, I'm pretty sure you'll find some free time for both of us," he chuckled at my words, and the rest of the trip we spent in silence, probably because I fell asleep.
I opened my eyes when I felt the light wind tickling my bare legs with the skirt of my dress. I found out Markus was carrying me through some dark corridor with the red candles burning on the walls to some room. Someone was following his steps, as I heard the second pair of steps echoing in the empty corridor.
"Right here. The room for two, right?" some unfamiliar to me voice asked, sounding somewhere behind Markus's back.
"For the two of us, yes," Markus answered, and pressed me tightly to his body when he felt I was slipping down. We turned to the next dark corridor with the same red candles on the walls and stopped at a black wooden door. The silhouette stepped closer to the door, I heard the keys ringing, and it opened. Markus went inside the room, and the steppes follow us. He stopped, turned back, and said to the silhouette, "Leave us."
"Yes, sir," the male voice said, and the door immediately closed.
Markus was silent, as if he didn't know I woke up. He put me on the bed with the golden linens and wrapped me in a blanket, kissing my forehead. It was dark in the room, only one candle was burning on the night table, but both of us could see in the darkness, someone even better.
"Markus?" I called his name, wondering why he hasn't seen that I woke up.