Page 22 of Shut Up and Bite Me

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” I whimper while she takes more, gradually stretching herself around my cock.

“God, you’re big, Greyson. Holy shit,” she pants, resting her hands on my chest to steady herself.

When I twitch myself inside of her, she glares at me playfully, and I do little to hide my smile.

“Do it again,” she murmurs, and I act on cue. “Fuck.”

Grabbing her lower waist, I move ever so slightly, and I feel her relax in my grip as she begins to ride me.

Her greedy little pussy grinds up my length before taking me back inside. Over and over, she uses my dick like her own personal toy.

“Oh shit, Greyson,” she cries out, and I’m thankful she’s not going to last much longer because neither am I at this moment.

Gripping her hips tighter, I stop her movement and hold her in place as I thrust upward, burying myself to the hilt with each motion.

She moans and whimpers as I bring us each to the edge of oblivion. And as she tightens around me, we come hard together, waves of pleasure pulsing through our bodies.

We stay there for what feels like minutes, the sounds of our breathing—more so mine as she is magically not out of breath—the only sounds in the room. Her stamina must be amazing.

“Vivian, that…you…holy fuck.” My incoherent thoughts leave me, and the most beautiful, bashful smile takes over her face, lighting it up.

“Best feedingever,” she murmurs, pursing her lips.

She slides off me and grabs a towel from the bathroom as I ask, “Do you not normally have sex with the human you’re drinking from?”

She eyes me curiously as she delicately cleans me up. “A very long time ago when I was younger, yes. It’s happened once or twice. But it’s never felt like…that.”

I blink and she’s gone, but I hear her words cut through the empty room like a ghost’s whisper. “I’m going to change quickly. Be right out.”

I’m never going to get used to that superspeed thing or the fact that she can move me with ease, like when she slid me up the bed. It was…oddly attractive. But I doubt there is anything about her that I wouldn’t like.

“Jesus Christ!” I shout as she suddenly appears in the empty space beside me.

Bubbling laughter leaves her pretty lips. Grabbing a pillow from behind me, I lightly hit her with her, which does little to calm her giggle fit.

Stretching my arms out, I sit up and walk over to my bag, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers to sleep in and slip them on before climbing back into bed beside her.

She’s now cuddling the pillow I hit her with like a stuffed animal.

A thought drifts into my mind. “Do you dream?”

She nods and looks up at me through her long lashes. “We can, but it’s rare unless we take a drug to help induce it.”

“Are there special vampire drugs? Or do you just do a bump of coke?” I laugh.

She side-eyes me humorously. “No, we don’t do coke—well, at least I don’t. I doubt it would have any effect on vampires; most human drugs don’t. There’s an apothecary in town that we can get it from. The paranormal drugs wouldn’t do anything if they were ingested by a human. It affects us differently. A lot of things do.”

“I want to knoweverything,” I mumble, resting my head on the pillow next to hers.

She nestles closer to me. “You will. But first, you need to get some sleep.”

In a matter of hours, everything about my life has changed. She has me for the next two weeks. But then what? What happens when I leave this mansion?

How am I ever going to go back to my normal life after this?

The second Greyson woke up, he couldn’t stop asking a thousand questions, so I figured we could go on a field trip today. Which is why we are heading to Ashwood Apothecary right now, run by my favorite witch, Autumn Ashwood, and her family.

Meeting him outside, I pull Greyson to the side to give him a little backstory before we head in, as I spent the last five minutes during our drive answering his questions about what it’s like to feed on someone and didn’t have a chance to tell him.

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