Page 20 of Love Bitten

He watched me, waiting for me to turn around and leave, but I had no intention of doing that. I was too far gone to let the night go that quickly, and I suspected Xander knew as much and was calling my bluff, trying to push me to my very limit.

Two could play that game, though.

“At least show me what you look like without your shirt on – before I leave, of course.” I smiled. “I’ll even help you take it off.”

Xander paused for a beat, his fingers curling around the edge of the door. His knuckles turned an even paler shade, if that was possible, as he squeezed them tight. I stood my ground, watching him think through his options. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. He wanted me and I wanted him, but only in his purest, most vulnerable form. Would he be willing to give me that?

He released his grip on the door and took a step forward, stopping far enough away from me that I had to move closer to be able to touch him.

My hands were shaking as I reached toward him, but I tried not to show that as I took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing a ghostly pale, gaunt chest.

I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I certainly wasn’t surprised. If Xander thought he was going to shock me with a lifeless vampiric body, it wasn’t going to happen. I’d seen too much of him already to think I was getting a normal human man.

He scrutinized every eye movement, every micro-expression I accidentally made as I wadded his shirt up in my hands and threw it on the ottoman at the end of the bed.

“Well?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged. “I guess we should get rid of your pants next.”

Xander grabbed my wrists, preventing me from touching him. “Not so fast.”

“What now?”

“I want your honest opinion. No one ever seems to want to cross a vampire, so reactions to me are either uncontrollable horror or trite compliments.”

I sighed. “Fine, I’ll give my opinion. But only after all your clothes are gone. I’ve waited long enough; you’re not going to take this moment away from me now.”

Xander released my wrists reluctantly and I worked on unzipping the fly of his pants. I was admittedly excited to see his cock. I’d felt it through his pants and I’d felt it inside me before, but this was different.

Eagerly, I slid his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick, lengthy cock, hard and slick with precum. It was tough to control my impulses, but I finished helping Xander get undressed and stepped back to size him up. He asked for my honest opinion and I was going to give it to him, whether he liked it or not.

His usually overbearing figure looked like he wanted to disappear into the wall behind him, but Xander stayed rooted in place.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“You’re…” Words escaped me. I couldn’t help it, I was entranced by the sexy vampire standing in front of me. “…hot.”

Xander nodded slowly. “And that is good.”

“Better than good.” I laughed in an effort to pull myself out of my trance.

Xander narrowed his eyes for just a second before unscrewing his face and smiling, drawing me close to him till there was no space between us.

“You’re a fool,” he told me, “and I hope you never change.”

18

XANDER

Ineeded to thank Luke properly for bolstering my spirits. It was no easy task to get me out of my head, especially when it came to the inescapability of immortality that I was presented with every morning when I tried to look in the mirror like a normal human, or every time I looked down at my nude form, ghostly pale and lifeless.

I could offer him a blowjob. For many, that would be thanks enough. But I saw the way Luke looked at me, the time he spent taking in every inch of me when he finally got my clothes off in front of him. A proper show of gratitude to Luke involved giving him my body – or at least part of it.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I whispered in his ear, keeping him as close to me as possible, so that we were practically one.

Luke’s heart thrummed against the wall of his chest. It was a pleasantly rhythmic sensation I would never feel myself, so I placed my hand over his heart and let it thump where my palm rested. I would have felt sorry for myself if I weren’t so turned on.

“I would love to do that,” Luke said. “I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

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