Page 4 of Love Bitten

“Of course, that’s completely fair.” Luke settled back in his chair and, for the first time that evening, we struck up a proper conversation.

The Librarian watched from their desk, pretending to pore over documents and file them away in dusty old cabinets. Every few minutes, they sneaked a glance over at us. I had no doubt they were trying to ascertain if it was going well, but it was difficult to tell from that far away. I almost expected them to walk over and ask, but they didn’t. Perhaps they were confident enough in their matchmaking that they didn’t need to ask how it was going.

I wished I possessed some of that confidence. I had no idea if the date was going well or not. Luke was interesting and quite funny when he wasn’t making jokes at the expense of my species, but there was a certain human naïveté about him that worried me.

“I think we should discuss our preferences in bed,” I finally said after we’d exhausted every other detail of our lives.

“On the first date?” Luke raised his eyebrows.

“It would be for the best – we can establish expectations early on, and that sort of thing.”

“Well, I’m up for that conversation if you are.” He leaned forward, arms on the table. “Who do you want to go first? Me or you?”

“Perhaps you should begin, as I think once I’ve told you about my proclivities, yours will all but pale in comparison.”

5

LUKE

Xander worried me with the way he talked about his sex life. I knew that vampires were probably kinky as most monsters were, but what exactly he defined as kinky was what had me concerned. Still, I was up for almost anything, and after the mishap at the beginning of the night, I planned on treading carefully with my reactions.

“I’m a simple man,” I told Xander. “As long as I have someone to fuck me, or who wants me to fuck him, I’ll be happy.”

Xander nodded, seemingly unimpressed.

“I’m pretty open, though,” I added quickly. “I dated a guy who was into BDSM – mostly the bondage part, which was pretty fun.”

“That’s a start,” Xander said slowly. “Anything else you’d care to tell me about?”

“Well, I had a threesome with another guy and his girlfriend once.”

“And how was that?”

“Fine, I guess, but it solidified to me that I’m completely, 100% gay.”

Xander nodded again, his eyes wandering over to the nearest bookshelf, and I began to worry that he was bored by my sexual history.

“I had a threesome once as well,” he said after a long pause. “It was with two other men in 1922, however, and we were nearly caught by the police. It’s fun to be a little cheeky, but not nearly as much fun to actually get caught in the act, especially when that particular behavior is still illegal.”

“No,” I said, shrinking back in my chair a little. “I can imagine it wouldn’t be.”

The fact that Xander had lived nearly eight times my years on Earth thus far gave him an advantage in his experience. It was intimidating, to say the least, but I couldn’t have him know that – not yet, anyway. Our relationship was tentative at best and I didn’t need any complications coming in and screwing the whole thing up.

“We haven’t had the best experiences in group sex,” Xander said, pulling me from my thoughts, “but don’t worry, I have no intention of bringing a third individual into the bedroom.”

“That’s good to hear.” I smiled and allowed myself to relax a little.

“No, you’ll have enough trouble getting used to the other aspects of our sex life without muddying it with another person.”

My smile faded. “You keep alluding to some dark, kinky side of you. Why don’t you just come out and say what you like? It can’t be that bad.”

Xander flashed a smile at me, showing the full length of his fangs for the first time that night. The mere sight sent a shiver down my spine, which I tried in vain to control. Xander saw it, though, and I could tell he wasn’t pleased by the way he quickly closed his mouth.

“I’m a vampire,” he reminded me. “I live by the taste of blood. I dream about it in my sleep – the rare occasion that I fall into it –and I fantasize about it when…” he trailed off, his eyes growing redder than they were before, and darker than I thought was possible.

“You want to suck my blood?” I asked, subconsciously running a hand over the side of my neck.

“Yes, but that’s not all. You mentioned a previous boyfriend who enjoyed BDSM, did you not?”

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