Page 9 of Love Bitten

Luke, the sweet, innocent man he was, knew very little about vampires. Was he truly ready to see one naked, fully exposed, in front of him? I couldn’t answer that with confidence yet, and I wasn’t sure I ever wished to find out.

Luke noticed that I had ceased kissing and caressing him and he opened his eyes, studying me closely.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied a bit too quickly.

“I loved what you were doing if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t have anything to say. If I told him now what my worry was, he might laugh – or worse, grow fearful, as he was apt to do. Instead, I excused myself to the bathroom where I could undress in peace.

As I left, leaving behind a confused Luke, I blew out the candles in the sconce.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“The light is hurting my eyes,” I lied.

While it was true that I could see better in the dark, I was more concerned about ensuring that Luke couldn’t see anything at all.

When I returned, Luke was still waiting for me in bed, and I wasted no time climbing back on top of him, this time with no fabric as a barrier between us.

I let him kiss me back now, lingering as long as he wanted. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, sliding across my fangs with a tentativeness that I shared. If he cut his tongue on the pointed tips, the taste of blood would consume me. I was already on the precipice of losing control. I didn’t need that to send me over the edge.

Without breaking myself away from Luke, I pushed his knees up, shifting between his legs, my cock pressed against him. With one hand, I reached toward the bedside table drawer and opened it, fishing a bottle out from between a small stack of tissues and a container of iron supplements.

The bottle was a stark contrast to the rest of the room – it was bright purple with white, bubbly lettering spattered across the front. Even in the dark, it stood out.

This bottle was one of the few newer items inside this house, and I had to admit, lubricants had come a long way since I first began to have sex over two centuries ago.

“What’s that?” Luke asked, lifting his head just enough to see what I was doing.

“What do you think it is?” I rolled my eyes.

“Lube?”

“Of course.”

“Huh. I guess I didn’t expect someone like you to have stuff like that in your house.”

I squeezed a generous amount of the substance into the palm of my hand. “I may be a monster, but I’m not that kind of a monster.”

“What about a condom?”

“And exactly what do you think that will prevent?” I asked.

“ST-oh, never mind. I forgot.”

“Clearly.”

Luke chuckled and let his head fall back on the pillow. I set the bottle on the nightstand and spread the cool, slippery fluid along the length of my cock before turning my attention back to the perfect man lying beneath me.

9

LUKE

Iclosed my eyes as Xander prepared himself to start fucking me. I couldn’t see anything around me anyway, even with my eyesight adjusted to the dark. I waited with bated breath, wondering what a vampire cock would feel like buried inside me.

I didn’t have to wait long. Xander leaned in, nuzzling his face into my neck again, the tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. He slid in slowly, taking care not to rush things. I didn’t care how quickly he went as long as he got inside me, but I appreciated his seeming concern for my well-being. Maybe vampires were more attentive to humans than popular culture purported after all.

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