Page 131 of Bite Marks

“Juniper!” She propped herself up against the headboard like a lifeline. I was sure there would be nail marks there when we were done, a thought almost as exciting as what would happen when Vi finally hit her limit.

I could tell she was nearly there, her moans and pleas getting louder and louder. I scissored my fingers, releasing her momentarily from my mouth.

“Vi, Little Rabbit, can you come for me one more time?”

“Yes,” she gasped, riding my fingers with a whimper. “Please. I’m so close again… Fuck, I'm going to?—”

“I know,” I murmured reassuringly, nipping her thigh with the reward of another hit of my venom. “Big finish, baby.” I sealed my mouth back over her clit, sucking the way that made her twitch the most, and she screamed, warm wet splashing between us as she shook and convulsed, her pussy grinding against my fingers and mouth.

I took her through the aftershocks, catching my breath a little before guiding her gently to lie beside me, breathless on the mattress.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” I panted, swiping a hand down my soaked face.

“Me either,” she huffed, licking a bit of her release off my cheek with the flat of her tongue before she buried her face in the crook of my neck.

“I love you, Vi,” I whispered, so quiet I wasn’t sure she’d hear over her own pounding heart, panting breaths, and the blood rushing in her veins.

It didn’t matter if she did. It wouldn’t stop it from being true.

“I love you,” she mumbled, letting comfortable silence stretch between us as she caught her breath. When she finally pulled away to look at me, it was with a smug smirk tugging the corner of her mouth upwards. “You wear contacts?”

“Yeah! How old did you think I was?” I laughed as she looped an arm around me to cuddle against my side, a leg hooking over the round of my soft hip.

“I don’t know… Plus, I kinda figured it was rude to ask. You know, never ask a lady her age and all that?”

‘So old-fashioned for someone so young,” I teased, my smile revealing my fangs. “Well... It's not so bad; I’m still in my fifties. I suppose I can’t say that much longer, since my birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“The big six-oh?” she said excitedly, an excited smile transforming her features with Elsie-like giddiness. My chest squeezed with fondness. “And soon? Ooooh! We should do something!”

I made a face. There was a time when I loved my birthday. But after you’d had so many, they began to lose their sparkle. For me, very abruptly.

“I don’t usually celebrate?—”

“Oh, come on!” Vi pouted, her kiss-swollen lower lip sticking out. “It’s your birthday! The one day of the year that we get to celebrate you. Let's have a little party! We could do it at the club. A special theme night just for you? Maybe make it look like just another event so it doesn’t feel like too much attention?”

“I’ll … think about it…” I conceded.

Damn, it’s hard to say no to this little human.

She thought for a moment, humming like she was almost ready to accept my non-answer before asking, “What if it's Alice in Wonderland themed? Then can I get a yes?”

Fuck. Okay… She had me now. I was already mentally planning what she’d look like dressed like the White Rabbit that’d quickly become synonymous as her namesake when she gave my shoulder an impatient little shake.

“Wellllllll?

“Do I get to design everyone's costumes?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitating. “But only if you say yes.”

“Then, fuck… Okay. Yeah! I’m in… I already know just who you’ll be, Little Rabbit.”

“Alice, right?” she teased, eyebrows raised.

I laughed, rolling over her to steal a kiss. “Maybe in your dreams.”

dana

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