Page 20 of Shut Up and Bite Me

Rolling my hips, I dip my tongue into his mouth simultaneously, and he grunts from my touch. Every movement makes me want more, and if it wasn’t for his human fatigue, I would never stop.

He kisses me tenderly at first, but much like my own restraint, he loses his rather fast. Fisting his hand into my hair, he meets the roll of my hips with his own, his tongue claimingmy mouth with every flick. Shivers run through my body, and it takes everything in me to pull away.

Breathlessly, I whisper into his wet, parted lips, “I want to taste you so badly.”

His hand drifts up my side until he grabs the bottom of my jaw. “Then bite me already.”

Licking my bottom lip, I can feel my fangs wanting to protrude, but I resist them for a second more to say, “You can stop me at any time. It’s not like the movies. I’m not a rabid animal. I’m in control of my thirst, not the other way around.”

Nodding, he pulls me down to steal another kiss. “I understand.”

His heartbeat is so loud in my ears, like a drum beating in my skull. “It will hurt right away, but it will fade quickly.”

He kisses me again. “It’s okay. I’m ready.”

My fangs descend, and every sense heightens.

Sitting up taller, I gently tilt his head to the side. As if I’m looking through a microscope, I see his vein pulsing in his neck, and as if by their own accord, my fangs guide me directly to it.

I brush my thumb back and forth on Greyson’s shoulder as I line my mouth up and sink my fangs deep into his neck.

The first few drops of his blood spill onto my tongue, and it’s as if I’m feeding for the very first time, drinking liquid ecstasy. I want more, Ineedmore.

Endorphins flood my body, and I can feel Greyson’s doing the same.

We are vibrating together to our own frequency. The sound of our heartbeats is the drums, and the blood rushing through his veins is the melody, and I never want to stop listening.

She wasn’t lying. It hurts like a fucking bitch when she bites into my neck. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. And now, all I feel is…absolute euphoria.

Her tongue laps at my neck where her fangs are buried inside of me, and my dick twitches against her in response.

She was right. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s like my body is humming, floating above the ground, and she is the gravity keeping me rooted in place. I can feel her sucking the blood from my neck, and that alone is a new sensation altogether. Erotic and animalistic.

Snaking my arms around her waist, I roll my hips into her, and she moans, the vibrations coursing through my body, traveling through my veins. I repeat the motion again, and again, and again, until my mind is cloudy from the overwhelming pleasure.

I want my dick to be buried inside of her while her fangs are sunk into my neck. I want to fuck her senseless as she drinks from me. I want all of her. And I want itright now.

Fuck, I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.

Every feeling and emotion is heightened, and it’s…intense. Like the only thing in the world that matters right now is her. Maybe that’s some weird vampire trick, or maybe that’s just Vivian. I don’t know, but I don’t care.

Sliding my hands up her bare back, I grab the band of her bra and tug it gently before pausing, giving her a moment to grant me permission.

She nods, and her fangs shift, causing a twinge of stabbing pain to throb in their wake. I grunt, and her tongue massages the ache away. To be honest, I think I like the pain if it feels likethisafterward.

Pinching the band of her bra, I undo the clasps and let it fall between us, revealing the two round breasts begging for my attention.

“Fucking hell, you are so sexy,” I groan as I cup one in my hand, kneading it with my firm fingers.

She rocks her hips against me, and my cock twitches, begging to be set free. And it will be, soon enough.

Pinching her nipple, I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling her back arch.

An odd sensation thrums in my neck, and a moment later, I feel her fangs release their hold on me, and she sits up in my lap, a stream of blood running down the side of her plump and swollen lips, rolling down her chin and neck.

Her hooded eyes are red, like they were when she first showed me what she was, and I still think they are really beautiful. Centered in her dark red stare are lust and desire-blown pupils.

“I figure for your first feeding, I shouldn’t take too much. I don’t want to tire you out too quickly.” She hums, her lips reddened, a mix of lipstick and blood.

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