Page 23 of Love Bitten

His neck – it was perfect, the delicate skin soft and supple to my touch. If I didn’t know better than to do it, I would have bent down and broken it just for another taste of blood.

But right now, Luke needed his sleep, and if a knew what was good for me, I would take advantage of this quiet moment and rest as well. I rubbed his thigh gently as he snuggled in closer to me, mumbling something in his sleep.

I wanted to do so much more to him than cuddle, but I’d made a promise during our first date, and I had no intention of breaking it. Luke was clear about desiring kisses and cuddles and nothing else while he was asleep, which I could respect. Anything more and I had to wake him up, which he’d told me he would be fine with, but I doubted a few minutes of slumber were enough to keep him from being cranky if I woke him up for more sex.

As the hours ticked by, I felt myself growing drowsy. Drinking blood could do that to me if I consumed enough. I let my eyelids close for a few seconds, perhaps minutes, till a bird outside the window brought me back to consciousness with its obnoxious chirps.

I looked down at Luke, who was still lying next to me, still fast asleep. I smiled, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. I had no idea how I’d gotten so lucky to have this man in my life. Perhaps it was a mistake, perhaps I would lose it all tomorrow, but for the time being, I was content to enjoy what I had.

I stroked the side of his face, running my finger along his jawline where stubble was beginning to grow. Luke was gorgeous, there was no denying that. When I submitted my application to The Librarian I noted that I was open to anyone as long as they had no objection to vampires. I would have settled for an ogre of a man, but I’d been quite lucky that the perfect match for me was someone as beautiful as Luke.

I was fairly certain he was physically attracted to my appearance as well, based solely on the way he looked at me. It was difficult to hide a lack of attraction, and even more difficult to hide attraction itself. It was betrayed in the eyes, and Luke’s eyes were captivated whenever they were on me

He moaned in his sleep, grinding against me. I gave him another tender kiss, this time on his forehead, and felt him shift in bed.

“What are you dreaming of, my dearest Luke?” I whispered, knowing full well he wouldn’t answer me.

I didn’t much care. As long as he was happy, I was happy, and based on the smile spread across his face at the moment, he was in a state of pure bliss.

21

LUKE

My dreams had been all kinds of racy the last few weeks. I couldn’t get Xander off of my mind even when I was asleep, and today was no different. I could practically feel him inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He had a strange power over me that I couldn’t quite place, but it was captivating.

I shifted in bed, my eyes fluttering open for half a second before I closed them again. I wasn’t quite ready to wake up yet. I had unfinished business in dreamland, and I had no interest in waking up hot and bothered. Xander wouldn’t mind taking care of that, but this dream was too good to let slip away just yet anyway.

I nestled back into the blankets, Xander’s cock stretching me a little wider than I was used to. Maybe it was the position. Then again, in a dream, that kind of stuff didn’t matter. It was all in my head and I could imagine whatever I wanted.

Xander snuggled up next to me, his arms wrapping around my waist. I sighed and pressed back against him, allowing myself to slip back into my dream. I dreamed that he was fucking me slowly, gently, stroking my cock with one hand while the other played with my hair.

I smiled and moaned in my sleep, mumbling something to Xander as he stroked my length faster. The idea of him playing with me while I was asleep was enough to send me over the edge, coming all over Xander’s hand. I had no idea what the vampire was actually doing right now. For all I knew, he wasn’t even in bed any longer and I was all alone, grinding against an empty mattress.

My eyes flickered open again and I blinked a few times, hardly needing to adjust to the darkness at all from my previous sleep state. I rolled over and felt around for Xander, who was right next to me, just like in my dream.

“Mmm,” I murmured, “you’re still in bed. Good. You know, I had the best dream just now.”

Xander smiled. “I thought you might be. I do hope you haven’t worn yourself out again before you’ve even woken up.”

I laughed softly. “Not a chance. What did you have in mind for breakfast?”

“You.” Xander paused, waiting for my reaction.

I laughed again, propping myself up slightly so I could see him better. “Didn’t we just do that last night?”

“Of course. If you would prefer, we can have a different, less bloody sort of fun instead.”

“That would be nice.”

I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching lazily. Vampires could be strange, I had to admit that much. But at least they weren’t dangerous, because otherwise I’d be screwed. What Xander lost control over his impulses? What if he got too drunk on my blood and couldn’t get enough? What if he never let me leave, keeping me as his feeding prisoner for the rest of my life? It would be so easy for him to do that. I could never overpower him in a fight, and no one would believe me if I got a message out somehow that I was a vampire’s prisoner. It was all too unbelievable, even for the vampire skeptics.

“I, uh, I’m going to have a bath and get cleaned up,” I said, jumping out of bed.

Xander sat up straight, watching me go. He looked so hot sitting in bed, waiting for me to return, but my thoughts were running wild right now and I needed to get myself under control. I’d gotten so swept up by his charms, rushed into things so blindsided, that I’d neglected the very basic idea of self-preservation. Or was I just overreacting?

Nothing Xander had said or done up until this point gave me pause. He was a gentleman, always making sure I was okay and that he wasn’t going too far. But what if it was all a ploy to get me close to him, only to turn on me and show his true colors?

I hated myself for thinking that. It couldn’t be true. It had to be false, otherwise what did all the proclamations of love and sweet little acts he did for me mean?

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