Page 21 of Love Bitten

For just a moment, I believed him. But then all the filthiest, nastiest things I could think of to request of him flooded my mind and I remembered that those words were the product of lust, nothing more. He was sick with desire. He craved pleasure. It overwhelmed him. It overwhelmed me, too, so when he agreed to my demands, I grabbed a fistful of his dark blonde hair in my hand and pushed him down to his knees.

The floor had to be cold and hard on his knees, but Luke didn’t complain. He didn’t say a single word at all, instead getting straight down to business.

One hand on my hip anchored him as he held my cock in his other hand directing the head into his mouth. He took in my shaft, moving lower and taking more in one inch at a time. He took in my full length with impressive ability. It certainly wasn’t the first – or anywhere near the first – time he’d done this.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, letting it take the burden of my weight while Luke sucked and licked and stroked me. My hands were still in his hair, which I stroked a few times before tugging on the locks a little harder than I probably should have. I pulled him up, making him wince, before pushing his head back down, his mouth and throat encompassing my entire length.

It was fun to play with him. Very few humans had ever trusted me enough to let me do what I pleased in the confines of my bedroom. I’d had the pleasure of receiving dozens of blowjobs from all sorts of men before – old, young, experienced, virginal, and everyone in between. None made me feel this good, this secure, or, dare I say, this alive.

I finished in Luke’s mouth, dragging him to his feet before he’d even had a chance to catch his breath.

“Don’t swallow,” I instructed him, pulling him into a kiss.

Luke squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks wet with tears, and leaned in as we shared the taste of my lust. The way he leaned against me, I knew he would be happy to stand here and make out for minutes or even hours. He was easy to please, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I pulled him away from me, pushing him back onto the soft, cushy bed. His legs hung off the side, his elbows propping him up so he didn’t fall off the opposite side.

“Your turn,” I told him, lowering myself onto the floor till my head was in line with his cock.

He was rock-hard and it took little effort on my part to make him come, though I gave it my best. His moans and whimpers filled the room as his cock twitched in my mouth, coating the back of my throat as he reached climax. If I had neighbors, they would be getting an earful today.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Luke sighed, turning on the bed and flopping his head onto one of the pillows.

He reached out to pull me closer, but I stepped back. I wanted to admire him for a few more minutes before getting into bed with

“And what about you,” I asked. “Never sell yourself short, Luke.”

“Yeah, I think I’m pretty good in bed, but I’ve never had this good of sex at the beginning of a relationship with anyone else,” he explained. “Something about you is…I don’t know, it’s different.”

“Well, I am a vampire, and I assume you’re referring to humans when you mention previous partners.”

I moved closer again, standing over Luke as I traced my finger along his thigh. He bent his knee and I stroked my fingers along the underside of his thigh and halfway down his calf, stopping only when he began to speak again.

“It’s more than that though. There’s just something about you.” Luke let out a long exhale and gestured for me to join him under the sheets.

“Are you already ready for more?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Luke chuckled and stretched an arm over his head, tucking his hand underneath it to prop himself up. “Is that even a question you have to ask?”

I didn’t. And if Luke was offering me what I thought he was, there wasn’t a single chance I would consider turning him down.

19

LUKE

Atrickle of blood traveled down the center of my chest, forming a river in the valley it found. It caught on a few stray hairs before continuing to trickle downward while Xander ogled it hungrily, waiting for me to give him permission to lap it up. It was my blood after all. Even outside of my body, it still belonged to me.

“Go on.” I nodded at the bright red puncture wound he’d made only minutes earlier.

Xander descended upon me with a level of restraint I’d come to expect of him. He could have been much rougher, I knew, but his respect for me outweighed every instinct screaming inside him to take his fill while he could get it.

I hadn’t even lost much blood, but my head still spun in dizzy circles. Something was intoxicating about watching a vampire drink your blood still warm from your body.

Xander enjoyed it so much, I was almost tempted to try it myself if the mere thought of it weren’t so nauseating. I liked blood, but only flowing through my veins. Unlike Xander, I had no need for it as a form of nourishment, and it seemed to be an acquired taste even for some vampires.

Instead, I contented myself with enjoying Xander’s obsession with blood from my unique perspective. He tickled my skin as his tongue dragged along the line of blood, leaving behind only a stain of pink where the fluid once pooled. It would wash off with little more than a light scrubbing later on, so I enjoyed the mark while it lasted.

We’d been at this for hours – or at least, that was how long it felt like. Time dragged on as Xander got his fill of me, starting with the blowjobs before moving on to, in his words, more titillating activities. Most of my fun was over, though, and now it was his turn to get what he wanted.

I watched him lap up more of the thick red blood, coating his tongue before he swallowed it, savoring each metallic swill. I would have a lot of wounds to care for after today, but Xander was attentive, to say the least, and he would make sure to clean up after himself when he was done. I had better service here than if I asked a real doctor for help. Centuries of experience had that effect on a vampire like Xander

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