Bite Me, Baby

by Alice Brown, Lady V, Samantha Potter, Rayne O'Gara, Lei Carol, Hazel Gower

  Garrett looked at her as if he was questioning her sanity. “Why did you go and hurt yourself?” he asked, clearly confused.

  “Just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It's not every day I bring a stranger home who turns out to be a vampire, then continues to tell me I’m his mate. Just wanted to make sure I hadn’t taken a leave on my senses.”

  Garrett chuckled, and then realized how much she had made him smile or laugh in the last few hours. “I can assure you I am very real, my darling Bree. Now about that kiss…”

  Just as he leaned down to touch his lips to hers, her phone started ringing. She glanced over to it. “I’d better take it, it’s Joy’s number,” she mumbled as she snatched up the phone.

  He sat back and swallowed back his groan. This close… He was this close to tasting paradise. He half listened in on the conversation. It sounded like Joy’s and her neighbor’s houses both had heat. Good. Damn Phillip for leaving women and children without heat on a cold night like tonight. Speaking of which, he turned just in time to watch his mate shiver. She was cold.

  He waited until she was off the phone. “Do you not have heat, either?” If she didn’t, Phillip would be lucky to be alive by the time he finished with him.

  “No, I have heat, but as you can clearly see, this house has no insulation. So normally, I just come home from work and spend the evening in bed under a pile of covers.”

  He swore under his breath. He had a huge home that was nicely furnished; he even had a maid to clean it. All the while, his mate was living in a house that had holes big enough to see through.

  “Sweetheart, would you let me help warm you up?” he asked, pitching his voice low and seductive.

  She scooted over to him as he wrapped his arm around her tightly. He pulled his sweater up and told her to place her hands underneath for warmth. He had on another shirt under the sweater that felt as soft as silk. She ran her hands across his chest and abdomen, loving the feel of the material under her fingers. She may have loved the silk material of his shirt, but he was enjoying his mate running her hands over his body, even with the material between them.

  “Sweetheart, could we possibly try that kiss again?” He prayed that she hadn’t changed her mind, although as snuggled up against him as she was, he didn’t think she had.

  She lifted her head as he tilted his down so their lips met. He started the kiss off feather light, just a mere brushing of his lips across hers. He felt her lean into him just a bit, and he took that as a sign she wanted the kiss to deepen.

  Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, he angled her head so she was exactly where he wanted her. He swiped his tongue across her lips and was pleased that she opened and welcomed him in. Her taste was exquisite. He soon had their lips melded together as tight as possible while he explored every crevice within her delectable mouth.

  For only the second time that evening, and in the last fifty years, his dick came to roaring life, surprising the hell out of him. He had given up on sex a half a century ago, the same time he had given up on finding his mate. And to discover she was right in his own little town! With so much blood rushing to his cock, it soon became uncomfortable as it was wedged within his pants. He still didn’t understand how modern men wore those tight jeans. He preferred dress slacks that generally had a bit of room in them. But there was obviously not enough room. He turned a bit and quickly adjusted himself, hoping she didn’t notice while he continued to kiss her.

  He broke the kiss off, knowing she needed air. His pants were still uncomfortably tight, but at least he wasn’t cutting circulation off. Besides, the damn thing felt like it was huge! He was afraid to look down at his groin for fear of what was there.

  Bree took a moment to catch her breath as she rested her head on his shoulder. Something was stirring within her, something she wasn’t accustomed to dealing with—lust. She wanted Garrett more than she could ever remember wanting a man before in her life. She could feel the wetness already pooling in her core, readying her, and her tits were already hard little pebbles.

  “Garrett, I don’t make a habit of doing this, but...” She hesitated for just a moment as she bit her bottom lip. “Would you like to spend the night?”

  He leaned over and kissed her softly. “I would love to, sweetheart, but only under one condition. Will you come home with me tomorrow evening and spend the night with me?” He wanted to show her his world. He wanted to show her everything that he had worked so hard for just in case he ever did find his mate. Now that he had found her, he wanted to take her away from all her troubles, wrap her in the finest of silks, pamper, and spoil her forever.

  “Umm, I guess so. If you still want me to come after tomorrow morning, then sure.” Bree was all too aware men would say anything prior to sex. But come the morning after, they were usually running out the door with a 'Don’t call me, I’ll call you.’

  He gave her a perplexed look. “Believe me, sweetheart, I am not going to change my mind. Now…” He brushed a stray hair off her cheek. “How about we go get comfortable in bed and see if we can get you warmed up?”

  She gave him a tentative smile and stood. He really hoped her bed was a bit more comfortable than the couch he was currently sitting on. Otherwise, it was going to be a long night. Then he realized it simply didn’t matter. He was spending the night with his mate. He could sleep on the cold floor and still be happy.

  Chapter Four

  Bree reached for his hand and led him to her bedroom. He took a quick glance around. Other than the bed not being made, everything else was neat and tidy.

  “”Umm, sorry about the bed. I wasn’t exactly expecting to bring company home with me.”

  He tilted her chin up with one finger. “You have nothing to apologize about.” He watched her face for a second, taking in the biting of her lower lip. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

  Her chin was still resting on the shelf of his finger, but she nodded anyway. Then it hit him. Maybe she is a virgin. Oh hell, I am in trouble if she is. As large as my dick feels, I’ll probably split her in two.

  “Baby, are you a virgin?” At seeing her eyes grow large, he quickly continued, “It’s okay if you are, I just need to know, so I don’t hurt you.”

  “Umm, no, I’m not,” she mumbled as she looked away, almost as if she was ashamed of herself.

  Garrett breathed a sigh of relief. He would have done whatever it took to make sure he didn’t accidently hurt her, but now with the news that she’d had a lover prior to him, it meant he could relieve his aching dick that much sooner.

  He brought her face back around so she had no choice but to look at him. “Hey, it’s okay. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He kissed the tip of her nose before bending his head down just a bit more to catch her lips. He started the kiss slow, gentle, just sipping at her lips until she opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out to catch his lip. Suddenly, it felt like the floodgates burst open.

  He pulled her up against him tightly as he devoured her mouth, his tongue memorizing everything about her mouth. He loved her scent, her taste. He loved her, period. Now probably wasn’t the right time to tell her that; he knew with her being human he would need to wait, but the profound feeling was there nonetheless.

  He broke off the kiss just long enough to pull her sweater over her head, and then gently pushed her backwards onto the bed. She bounced a couple of times with a giggle and he made short work of first removing her shoes and then her pants. He decided to leave the undergarments on for the time being since they were easy enough to remove later.

  He grabbed the bedcovers: three blankets and two quilts, and quickly threw them over her. She scooted over to the other side of the bed and propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he undressed. As he didn’t feel the cold like she did, he decided to give her a bit of a show. He slowly began peeling his clothes off one piece at a time.

  By the time he was down to his boxers, her heart was racing and her breathing had become unsteady. As he reache
d for the covers to slide underneath, he inquired, “Are you all right?”

  “Oh yes,” she replied as she immediately used the natural dipping of the bed when he climbed in to her advantage. She rolled until her head was on his chest, her hand lightly skimming over his pecs and abs. God, her hands feel like heaven. He allowed her to explore with her hands for a moment or two, and then turned so they both were on their sides facing each other. Bringing her lips up to meet his, he began kissing her again in earnest. He reached over and quickly plucked her bra off effortlessly. He then began to gently run his fingertips all around her breasts, refraining from touching her nipples. As he continued kissing her, she tried to shove her breasts into his hands, eager for some relief on her aching nipples.

  He broke off the kiss, allowing her to catch her breath as he nibbled her jaw and chin. He continued his downward trek until he reached her beautiful breasts. High and pert, they were an easy handful apiece. He loved them. He weighed each with his hands, noticing the silky soft skin. He bent his head down and started kissing the tops of her breasts, slowly working his way down until he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, lightly smashing it between his tongue and roof of his mouth as he sucked. She bucked against him, throwing one of her legs over his hip until her pussy was lined up with his dick. The thin cloth that separated them did nothing to stop the heat coming from both of them.

  He released the one nipple with a pop, and quickly snatched the other, lavishing it with the same attention. Her nails were beginning to dig into his back, and oh, how he had dreamed of finding a mate that wasn’t afraid to show her sexual side.

  He released her breast and leaned back, enjoying the view of her dark nipples standing out like ripe cherries sitting on top of a mound of creamy white flesh. Each glistened from the moisture of his mouth.

  He slowly crawled down her body, planting small kisses and skating his tongue across her skin. When he reached the tops of her panties, he allowed his fangs to slide down just long enough to rip through the material. Quickly throwing what was left of the torn up panties behind him, he looked at the treasure that now sat before him. He now knew she was a true blonde.

  He sifted his fingers through the hair on her mound, savoring the scent coming off her. He wedged his shoulders between her legs, spreading them wide as his mouth watered for a taste of her.

  Dragging his tongue from her hole to her clit, he savored her juices on his tongue. Never before had his taste buds been this alive. Between the scent of her arousal and the scent of her blood, he wasn’t sure which would drive him crazy first. But he had to maintain self-control. He had to prove to her that she could trust him, and that he would never do anything to endanger her.

  He positioned his mouth over her little clit and flicked his tongue back and forth a few times before wrapping his lips around it and sucking while still flicking the edge of it. She bucked from beneath him and he looked up in time to watch her shaking her head from side to side. He slowly entered a finger, marveling at how tight she was. She might not have been a virgin, but he would bet his considerable fortune that it had been some time since she last had sex. He pumped his index finger in and out of her, and then gradually introduced two fingers. Finally, he slipped in three fingers. He was well endowed and he wanted her first time with him to be memorable.

  The fluttering of her internal walls was his cue that she was close. Before she could take another breath, he had ripped his boxers off and was on top of her, kissing her, sharing her taste with her. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips and pressed upwards as he pressed down against her, until the head of his dick was lodged inside of her. He could feel her walls pulsing. The urge to just shove himself into her until neither knew where one started and one ended was very strong. He refrained, barely. He hadn’t lived this long by diving into anything headlong. And this was his mate. The least she deserved was for their first time to be enjoyable. Of course, he planned to make the rest of her life enjoyable no matter what.

  He held himself in tight check, allowing her the time to become accustomed to his girth. Hell, when he had looked down at his own engorged cock, it was like a separate entity of his body. He knew full well he had never been that long or wide before. It was a wonder she didn’t think him a freak.

  He leaned down and started kissing her neck and shoulder, licking the skin along her neck where he wanted to bite down and claim her so bad that it hurt. But that had to be her decision, not his.

  “Umm, Garrett, are you…” she whispered, and he could feel her body starting to tense up.

  “Relax, sweets. I’ll not bite you unless you ask nicely.”

  She looked up at him with a dazed, confused look on her face for a second, and then giggled. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard that line before. What I was going to ask is, have you had dinner?”

  He stopped, and stared at her long enough that she started to wonder if she had said the wrong thing. “Baby, if I drink from you tonight, it will seal us together forever. A vampire’s mate can never be far from her beloved. I’ll want you to drink a bit of my blood too, which will give you some of the benefits of a vampire without turning into one.”

  “Will I be able to go out in the sunlight safely?” she inquired with a gulp.

  “Most certainly. Your eyes will probably be more sensitive, but we will get you a pair of really dark sunglasses to wear. Any other concerns?”

  “No. I probably should be freaking out right now about the fact I’m even considering this, but I’m not. It’s like my body is telling me this is the way it should be. I feel an inner peace here…” she lightly rubbed her hand over her chest. “Are you doing that? Are you controlling my mind?”

  “No, baby. It’s all you. It’s what being a mate to a vampire does to you. I promise, I am not in your thoughts whatsoever.”

  “Okay,” she turned her head and moved her long hair out of the way. “Go ahead. Wait…how bad is it going to hurt?” she asked, suddenly getting nervous.

  He thrust his hips and slid in a few more inches. He reared back until only the head of his cock was in her pussy, and then plunged back in, careful to only go another inch or so deeper than he was a moment ago.

  “Baby, I’m not going to bite you right now, but when I do, I promise you will experience nothing but pleasure. Now relax and let me the rest of the way in.”

  He tweaked her nipples a few times as he leaned down to kiss her. Within a moment, he felt her relax. Her body went soft around him, allowing him to enter her completely, his balls slapping her ass. Once he was in, he allowed a quick moment for her to get adjusted. He then started a very slow in and out rhythm that all too soon left her frustrated.

  “Damn you, Garrett, move!” she growled.

  He looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow. “Ah, kitten has a little ferocious side to her? “

  Her answer was to wrap her legs even tighter around his middle while digging her nails into his back. God, how he loved his little hellcat!

  He reared back, and this time, came plunging back in until he was completely seated in her. He immediately set up a fast pace that had Bree chasing the elusive orgasm that was only just hovering out of reach. He just couldn’t seem to help himself. Somewhere in the back of his brain, something was telling him to slow down, stretch it out, and make sure she was enjoying it as much as he was, because this little slip of a woman had his balls on fire.

  Her channel was snug and fit him like a glove. Her juices were a plenty, making sliding in and out of her easy, even with his monstrously sized dick. He changed angles just slightly and she dug her nails in further as she plastered herself to him, pulling their bodies together until you couldn’t slip a piece of paper between them. Her saying, “Oh yes, right there,” was music to his ears. Right there…he had hit her sweet spot.

  Garrett waited until her inner walls started trembling and tightening, knowing that her orgasm was almost upon her. He leaned down and kissed her again, harder this time as one of his fangs nic
ked her lip. He was quick to suck the blood that was released, knowing that he had found heaven on earth the minute the miniscule amount hit his tongue. Her blood was divine. It was as if he could freefall into a pool full of it and drown with a smile on his face. He ran his tongue over the small cut, knowing the healing agents in his saliva would heal the tiny cut almost immediately. io just shove himself into her until neither knew where one started and one left off was very st

  He looked down at the ecstasy on her face and was fairly certain she hadn’t even felt him prick her lip. Only seconds before she completely exploded, she whispered the words he had wanted to hear from his mate for over two centuries.

  “Bite me, Garrett. Make me yours. I’m so tired of being alone.” Her orgasm was barreling down on her and he knew she was only seconds away from detonating.

  He waited until her orgasm hit. Her keen crying brought a smile to his face. He buried his head against the side of her neck and bit down. At the same time, he allowed one claw to come out and cut the skin open on his wrist, bringing it to her mouth as she was still in the throes of her ecstasy. She stopped and went board straight for all of a few seconds as his fangs penetrated her skin, but once he took that first draw of her blood, they both immediately fell into ecstasy. For her, another orgasm came out of nowhere before the first one had even finished. For him, as he emptied his balls into her warm channel deep within her womb, he felt at peace for the first time since he had been turned into a vampire over two hundred years ago.

  Garrett took two mouthfuls of her blood, relishing the taste of blood for the first time in years. It tasted like heaven. After the second mouthful, he stopped. She was his. They had bonded in exchanging blood. No sense in taking too much. She was his for eternity, or as long as she lived. With a little bit of his blood in her system, her life span was extended. And when she left this earth? He would follow right behind her to the afterlife, because now that he knew what having a mate was like, he didn’t want to go a day without her.