Page 8 of Love Bitten

“Have you had enough poking around?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said sheepishly. “Sorry, It’s just that I’ve never been in a place like this before. It’s a lot to take in.”

Xander nodded. “Of course. I’m used to it, but it does have an uneasy air to it, doesn’t it?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what it is. The whole atmosphere is, uh, it’s – what are you doing?”

While I talked, Xander stepped closer to me. He began lifting the hem of my sweater, pressing his body closer till there was nothing left between us.

“Enough talking,” Xander said softly. “Let’s get to what we came here for.”

I didn’t protest. Xander was quick to remove first my sweater, and then the T-shirt I was wearing underneath. He dropped them somewhere on the floor. I didn’t see where, but I didn’t really care. That was a problem for tomorrow morning.

His fingers were cool against my skin, but gentler than I expected. As he slid the zipper on my slacks down, a million questions popped into my head.

Did vampires get erections? What did a vampire cock look like? How long would the sex last? Could vampires have an orgasm?

If I were a patient man, all my questions would be answered in the next hour. But I was not a patient man, just one who was trying not to be a bumbling idiot in front of his date. So I asked the first question I could think of that didn’t sound potentially offensive:

“Will it be painful?”

Xander paused, hand on my bulge, and looked down at me with an inscrutable expression on his face.

“That depends,” he said silkily. “What do you want me to do with you?”

“I – I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle – the first time. Next time, I can’t guarantee such a promise.”

He returned his attention to undressing me, stopping only when he had me stripped down completely. His gaze focused on my erection, eyeing me lustfully. I stared at his face, almost transfixed, as I watched his eyes turn from their previous dark brown into a deep, bloody red like they had before when we were at the library

I wanted to pause and ask him what that meant, but I wasn’t about to kill the moment. I had no regrets as, a second later, he pulled me over to the bed and climbed on top of me, his fangs glinting in the candlelight.

I was about to be swept into the dark, intoxicating world of vampirism for the first time in my life and I couldn’t wait.

8

XANDER

With Luke pinned underneath me, unable to get up even if he wanted to, I gave him his first taste. I dipped my head, locking lips, and gave him a long, deep kiss. I gave him a sense of everything I had to offer: life, death, immortality, pain, pleasure.

He tried to kiss me again as I pulled away, but I had to be cautious with him on this first night. Vampires were intoxicating creatures. Too much, and he would regret it in the morning. Not enough, and he wouldn’t bother coming back. It was a fine line to walk, but I had more than enough experience with humans like him.

I lowered my head again to nibble at his neck, taking care not to break flesh. I needed to practice restraint and a single drop of blood now would make restraint all but impossible. Luke let out a long, low moan as my teeth brushed against his skin.

“This is heaven,” he murmured. “I want more.”

“In time,” I assured him.

My cock strained against my suit pants, reminding me how much more I wanted as well. It was difficult to resist these carnal pleasures when I was so deeply attracted to the man I was with.

Despite Luke’s flaws, I’d been intrigued by him the moment he stepped foot in the library for his date with me. He was everything I wanted in someone. Perhaps The Librarian’s reputation did precede them. Perhaps this would be another success story for them to write in their book.

I moved down Luke’s chest, allowing my hands to travel lower, wrapping around his cock when they found it. Luke let out a hiss from between his clenched teeth. He’d long since closed his eyes, head resting back on the satiny pillow, as I worked my magic on him.

I could have teased him for hours if I wanted to and there would have been nothing he could do about it. But the time had come for me to fuck him, which meant I had to rid my body of the suit currently acting as armor for me to hide behind.

I didn’t want Luke to see me naked. I looked like a normal man at first glance, but the vampirism of it all became more apparent the longer one looked. My skin was pale and sallow, indicative of my lack of soul. My chest contained a heart with no beat, nothing to hear or feel when a hand pressed against it. I was a shell of a man, the curse of immortality being the only thing to keep me going.

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