Page 5 of Shut Up and Bite Me

This is another skill I’ve acquired over a long time and lots and lots of practice. I was a very empathetic human, and that manifested into the ability to sway others’ decisions as a vampire.

It began very sporadically, but once I realized that in order to have successful recipients, I had to tap into their emotionslike I do when I want to sense and feel them, I caught on quickly. It gets me past their walls, and I place my words in their consciousness as if they thought of them themselves. And they never know the difference.

The music dies out between songs, and thankfully, the next one isn’t as bass heavy, and I can actually hear without using my vampire hearing.

“That was incredible,” the sexy reason I’m over here murmurs to me.

Shrugging, I smile. “What can I say? I have a way with words. I’m Vivian, by the way.”

He smiles kindly, and I feel his genuineness like sunshine on my skin. “I’m Greyson. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Greyson, would you like to dance with me?” I ask him softly, not using any specially enhanced encouraging words to sway his decision. I want to know the truth.

His sweet smile stretches across his face as his heart races with excitement, the blood pounding in my ears, and attraction exudes from his every pore. He likes me.Good.

The smooth tone of his words drips with sweetness as he says, “I would love to,” and I want to see if the lips speaking them are just as delicious.

Vivian’s soft hands slide over mine as she presses her back against my chest and guides my hands over her hips, swaying to the sultry music playing around us.

I don’t know who the hell this girl is or where she came from, but she is fucking alluring. She rolls her body, the curves of her ass molding against me like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

My hands tighten on her sides, and I don’t hesitate to pull her harder into me. I want to feel more of her,allof her.

“Fuck.” The groan slips past my lips as she looks backward up into my eyes and hooks her hand around my neck. “You are perfect, but you already know that, don’t you?”

She smirks and grinds against the front of my joggers, and I can feel every slight movement, my dick throbbing from her touch.

Something about her makes me oddly comfortable, like I’ve known her forever, even though we just met. And it’s making me do things I typically wouldn’t have the confidence for.

Skating my hand across the lace of her corset top, I guide my fingers up the center, between her full breasts, and higher until my fingers gently wrap around the soft skin of her neck, her pulse pounding against my grip.

Her eyes darken as she holds my stare and leans into my hand, tightening the pressure on her throat. I take the hint, tightening my grip and pinning her to my chest. Her ass grinds into me harder.Fuck, she’s addicting.

I don’t know what it is about this girl. This is the craziest shit I’ve ever done. But that’s kind of the point. To take risks and push myself from my comfort zone. Maybe she just found me on the perfect night when I’ve thrown caution to the wind, ready to embrace adventure with my arms wide open.

In sync, we move like water, flowing to the music as we become one beneath the flashing lights, our breathing syncing together as it shallows out.

My heart is racing, beating in my chest like a bat out of hell. God, I haven’t felt this alive in years. And that’s sad when all I’m doing is dancing with a beautiful woman.

The song begins to come to an end, but I don’t care. You would have to drag me away from her right now.

Especially after today. I need this. I need her. I need whatever distraction from my shitty life she is willing to give me. I’d be honored to be a blip in her day for her to be everything in mine.

Another song thrums in the air, sensual and palpable, matching the passion growing between us, sparking like the fuse on a bomb.

Licking my lips, I lean down, fighting the urge to finally find out what those pretty red lips taste like.

Her lust-blown pupils lock onto mine as she smirks. “You don’t need to ask, pretty boy. Kiss me already.”

Her words are the undoing of my restraint, and in one swift movement, I spin her around in my arms, slide my hand around her jaw into her hair, tilt her head up, and seal my lips against hers, breathing her in like it’s the last breath I’ll ever take.

Oh fuck.She tastes like tempting sin and sweet salvation, and I’m torn between kissing her like an angel or a devil. Her tongue sweeps out, parting my lips, greedy to delve into my mouth, and I have my answer.

Her fingers fist my sweatshirt, pulling me tighter against her, and the fever in her kiss makes me feral. My tongue swipes hers, and vodka hits my taste buds. I swear it’s the only time it’s ever tasted this good; I want to get drunk on her kiss.

Pulling away, she quickly licks my lips, my cock twitching against her lower stomach, and she smiles in response.

She holds my stare, and I’m incapable of looking away as her fingers trail down my abs and hook into the waistband of my sweats. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the dance floor right now, surrounded by a hundred people. The only thing I can focus on is how fucking good her fingers feel as they skirt against the now exposed sliver of skin as she lifts my hoodie up ever so slightly.

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