Bite of Betrayal

by Damon Kinney

  “Not yet, Terrance. Leave it in me a little longer.”

  “Happily,” I replied. I lowered myself on top of her on the bed, my chest against her back. “You are the most incredible fuck ever. You always want more, harder, faster.”

  “That’s because of this,” she said, squeezing my cock with the walls of her pussy. “I had no idea what I was missing out on with that whole ‘saving my virginity’ thing.”

  I swept her hair from her neck and felt renewed blood surge to my cock when I saw her exposed skin there. I nuzzled her and whispered, “You weren’t missing out, because you hadn’t met me yet.”

  Sagan moaned and I thought we would soon be preparing for another round. I was certainly ready to go again. When she moaned a second time, I realized this was a different sound, not sexual.

  Concerned, I rose back to a standing position and slid my cock out of her. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, looking down at that lovely ass.

  “I think I might have broken my hand,” she said.

  “Seriously?”

  “Maybe. It hurts like hell. What the fuck was that?”

  I turned to look behind me, and she did as well, using her good hand to push herself off the bed enough to turn around. I reached behind me and held up the culprit: a bronze sculpture of an oil well, about a foot high.

  “That thing!” Sagan said accusingly. “Who keeps something like that next to their bed?”

  “A man who loves oil, evidently.” Winston Berringer, the owner of the house I was renting, had made his fortune in oil. He lived in Denver but kept a place here in Diablo Falls that he rented out to anyone willing to pay the exorbitant rates he charged. The heavy piece had gouged a quarter-sized chunk out of the marble floor.

  “Let me see your hand.”

  Sagan rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her injured left hand out for my inspection. I moved her fingers gingerly and traced the contours of each phalange and metacarpal bone. There were no obvious fractures, as far as I could tell.

  “I’m afraid I have bad news,” I said as I reached her ring finger.

  Sagan looked up at me, concerned. “What?” My god, this woman was beautiful.

  I tried to keep a somber expression. “Your ring finger is broken so badly that you’ll have to have it amputated. And no ring means we’ll have to call off our marriage plans.”

  Her brow unfurrowed when she realized I was joking. “That’s not funny!” she said, punching me hard in the chest with her right hand.

  “Don’t break that one, too.” I grinned. “Wait here, let me get you some ice.”

  I made a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with a bag of frozen peas to find Sagan propped up on her elbows, wincing as she flexed her fingers. “This should keep the swelling down.” I held it against the back of her hand. “At least until we can get it X-rayed.”

  “Oh my God,” Sagan said, her tone denoting disbelief.

  “What?”

  “That.” She wrapped her fingers around my still-erect cock. One session with her hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy it. “Speaking of swelling. How can you still be this hard after what we just did?”

  “Because of this amazing body,” I said, running my eyes over her. “What man wouldn’t be?”

  I saw a look in her eyes I recognized. She lowered herself back to the bed. “Put it in me again, Terrance.”

  I laughed softly until I realized she wasn’t joking.

  “Just for a minute,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me again. Then we can go.”

  “If you insist. But only a minute.” I moved between her legs and before I even touched her folds, her good hand was holding my shaft, guiding me into her. Sagan exhaled in pleasure as her eyes met mine.

  Twenty minutes and a second mutual orgasm later, she allowed me to help her dress. Kneeling in front of her naked body to hold her panties while she slipped into them was an erotic act I’d never before experienced.

  With the sun just dipping below the horizon, I was in no danger of exposure. We hurried out to her car, me in the driver’s seat. As we made our way into town, I made a mental note to buy Sagan a new car as soon as possible. This one was simply unacceptable.

  While in the waiting area of the Emergency Department as Sagan was being X-rayed, I noticed a familiar face bringing in an older man in a wheelchair. Caleb was the EMT who had attended to me when I collapsed in the library from sun exposure. He didn’t notice me as he gave instructions to the triage nurse, but when he turned to leave, I called his name.

  He grinned when he saw me. “Hey, Terrance. What are you doing here?”

  “Sagan hurt her hand. She’s getting it X-rayed.”

  We talked for a few minutes, then his partner stuck his head in the door and said, “Caleb, we’ve got a run.”

  “Duty calls,” Caleb said. “Hey, let me know if you need anything while you’re in town. And we should get together sometime for a few beers.”

  “Stop by my house when your shift ends tonight,” I said. “Wait, no. I’ll be playing nurse to Sagan tonight. Maybe tomorrow?”

  “You sure about that? My shift is 8 p.m. to 4 a.m.”

  “What would I be doing at that hour, sleeping?”

  We both laughed. A vampire might be asleep at that time of the morning, but it wasn’t likely. We tended to sleep during the day to avoid the rays of the sun.

  It was good to talk to someone who understood a fellow creature of the night. As Caleb left, I realized I’d actually made a friend in that podunk town. Not to mention found my soulmate there. Who would’ve ever imagined?

  Sagan’s hand was bruised and swollen, but no broken bones.

  While she iced it, I made pasta for dinner. Cacio e pepe, a simple but delicious dish I’d learned from a chef I knew in Rome over a century ago. So many humans had come and gone from my life over the years. I wasn’t going to let that happen with Sagan. It was time to have a serious talk.

  “Sagan, what have you decided about my turning you?”

  My soulmate smiled. “I want to do it. It will present some problems in my current life, with my parents and a few friends. Thank God I don’t have any siblings, because it would be weird watching them age while I stayed young.”

  A surge of happiness washed over me. I hadn’t felt this content since… well, since I was with Emmaline.

  “Could it harm the baby?”

  My clear-headed bliss was invaded by confusion. I thought her question over carefully, racking my brain.

  “I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “I’ve never heard of a woman being turned while she’s pregnant, least of all one who’s carrying a half-vampire/half-human baby.”

  Sagan was nonplussed. “Well, you’ll definitely need to check into that first. I won’t do anything that could possibly have a negative effect on our baby.”

  “Of course not. I’ll do some research. There’s a major research library at the University of Denver called Anderson Academic Commons. It’s known even back in Paris. That would be a good place to start.”

  I thought for a moment, then realized I could kill two birds with one stone. “I need to feed soon. Maybe I should plan a trip there. I can stay in the library until they close, then feed before I come home.”

  “Mmm… you should feed on me again. That orgasm I had when you did it was mind-blowing.”

  “I can’t, not while you’re pregnant.”

  “Dammit,” she said with a smile. “For now, you’ll have to promise to give me lots of the old-fashioned ones, then.”

  I grinned back. “I promise, you insatiable wench.”

  “I thought you fed a week ago on the wife batterer,” Sagan said.

  “I did, but that sun exposure episode depleted my reserves.”

  “You got transfusions from the EMTs.”

  I shook my head. “Not the same, unfortunately. It would really be convenient if it were. No, it makes sense to do it in Denver. Bigger populace, less suspicion. If I’m goi
ng to be around here a while longer, I have to try to keep a low profile. Too many dead bodies or too many terrified Diablo Falls residents could be trouble.”

  Sagan set her fork down. “Terrance, I need to tell Marcie you’re a vampire. Especially if we’re considering you turning me into one. My parents might not need to know, at least not yet. But Marcie will have questions eventually.”

  “That makes sense,” I said. “Let me know if you want me to be there with you.”

  “Probably not a good idea. Knowing Marcie, she might reach for a wooden stake or grab the garlic.”

  We both laughed at the idea. Within minutes, my insatiable wench and I had abandoned the rest of our dinner and left a trail of clothing down the hallway en route to the bedroom.

  Sagan

  Saturday morning the weather in Diablo Falls was lovely again. For the last week, it had been truly spectacular. This time, I chose not to take Marcie to Hellspresso to share some important news, instead opting to arrive at our little apartment armed with pastries I’d picked up along the way. After the way she reacted regarding my engagement and my pregnancy, I couldn’t take a chance at her blurting out “He’s a fucking vampire?” on a patio full of people.

  As it turned out, I was only one word off in my assessment.

  “He’s a motherfucking vampire?” Marcie shouted, jumping up off the couch and staring at me as if I’d lost my mind.

  It took me half an hour to calmly walk her through everything that entailed. My best friend was in turn appalled, frightened, and fascinated by the reality of the man who was now my fiancé.

  “So let me get this straight now, just to make sure I have everything I need to know. I’d hate for you to be leaving something out… Terrance is an incredibly handsome billionaire vampire with homes all over the world, and on top of all that, he’s absurdly well hung. Is that it?”

  “He’s a spectacular lover, too,” I added.

  “Of course he is. Anything else?”

  “Um…” I thought for a moment, absent-mindedly fussing with the bandage on my injured hand. Marcie had laughed her ass off when I told her how I hurt it. “Oh, yeah. He’s eleven-hundred years old.”

  Marcie again jumped off the couch. “Shut the fuck up. You’re pranking me, aren’t you?” She looked around the living room. “Where are the cameras?”

  “I swear to you it’s all true, Marcie.” When she saw the serious look on my face, she sat back down.

  “How does something like that even work? He was alive in the Middle Ages?”

  “He was born during them,” I said. “He’s not exactly sure, but somewhere around the year 1000.”

  “Holy fuck. Can you imagine the things he’s seen?”

  I told Marcie about Terrance’s wife, who died young.

  “He must have slept with a lot of women in that many years,” Marcie said.

  I rolled my eyes. “You don’t want to know.”

  We were both silent for a moment, then Marcie said. “So you’ll grow old and he’ll stay almost exactly the same as he is now? That could be excruciating when you’re a withered old woman and he’s still a hot young guy.”

  “It doesn’t have to be like that,” I said. “There’s another option.”

  Marcie gave me look that said she was curious but afraid of what she’d hear. “Go on.”

  “Terrance could claim me. It’s a special kind of bite that turns me into a vampire, too. My aging process would immediately slow down to match his. In fact, we’d always look about fifteen years apart.”

  My best friend’s jaw fell and her mouth hung open. “You have got to be kidding me.”

  I shook my head in response.

  “Would you actually consider letting him do that?”

  “I’ve been thinking about it, Marcie. I love the idea of spending centuries with Terrance.”

  “What if you get into a fight and split up?” she asked.

  “That wouldn’t happen. Our soulmate bond is sacred and can never erode. In fact, it only gets stronger with the passage of time.”

  She was obviously overwhelmed by all of this. “Your ‘soulmate bond’? Sagan, do you hear yourself saying all this strange shit? And what about us? Would you be okay with staying the same age while I slowly become a wrinkled old hag? At some point I’m sure I’d hate you for being so fucking young and beautiful.”

  “Then we’d have to get you a vampire husband, too,” I said jokingly.

  “No way,” she replied. “Human men are bad enough. What about the baby? Would it age slowly as well?”

  I was stunned by her question. I hadn’t considered that.

  “You don’t know?” she asked.

  “No, but I’ll find out before I make a final decision about it. Obviously.”

  “Obviously,” she repeated, nodding. “It would be creepy watching your child age while you didn’t.”

  Another moment of silence passed before Marcie asked, “Did you ever believe in vampires and supernatural stuff before?”

  “No,” I replied. “Not even Madame Ledoux. When everyone else said she was a witch, I always assumed that kind of talk was nonsense.”

  Marcie tilted her chin down and leveled her gaze at me. “If anyone in town is a witch, it’s that crazy old cunt.”

  I scoffed. “I’m pretty sure she’s just an elderly woman who keeps to herself. Strange, but nothing more.”

  “We’ll have to agree to differ on that. So do you believe in all that weird stuff now?”

  “I don’t know, Marcie. Terrance says Diablo Falls is apparently a hotbed of vampires and werewolves and witches and who knows what else. He says that guy, Brian, who I was dating is a werewolf. I honestly don’t know what’s what anymore. This is all new territory for me.”

  “Wait here,” she said suddenly, vanishing into the kitchen and returning with a bottle of Irish whiskey and a carton of cream. “Irish coffee.”

  “Marcie, it’s 10 a.m.” I protested. “And I can’t drink alcohol.”

  “It’s not for you. If we’re going to continue this conversation, I need to a drink.”

  As she mixed her drink, I told her that Terrance had offered to pay her full rent for as long as she needed, since I would probably be staying with him most nights.

  “That’s a relief. You’ve been at his place so much, I was wondering if you were just going to dump me.” She took a very big sip. “Okay, I have questions. Lots of questions. Does he have fangs? Does he drink blood? Sleep in a coffin? All of that stuff.”

  I laughed, but she was serious. “No coffin. Yes, he has fangs and drinks blood. He has to, about once a month.”

  “Aren’t you afraid he’ll be tempted to drink yours?” she asked.

  “He already has.”

  “Shut the fuck up! Why are you still alive? Why aren’t you a vampire?”

  “It doesn’t work like that,” I said. “it’s an entirely different kind of bite to turn someone. And he can feed on me without killing me, if he’s careful. I let him do it once.”

  “Oh my God. Does it hurt?” she asked.

  “Only a tiny bit at first. He releases chemicals into my body that numb any pain. And then…”

  I stopped, my cheeks instantly heating up and turning crimson when I remembered that life-changing orgasm and the strange sexual dream that accompanied it. That intense orgy where I was the only woman seemed so vividly real.

  “And then what?” Marcie half-shouted. “Sagan, I demand that you tell me immediately!”

  I arrived home a few hours later, after Marcie and I had ventured out for lunch at the local healthy cafe, during which I had to repeatedly admonish her to keep her voice down. By the time we finished, she knew nearly as much about vampire culture as I did, which wasn’t much.

  As I drove home, I thought how my conversation with Marcie had gone well, even better than I’d hoped. It was a lot to take in for her, but she was spunky and always believed in the supernatural much more than I did.

  When I remembe
red who was waiting for me at the Berringer house, I began to feel so overwhelmingly in love, it would have frightened me if I didn’t have the soulmate bond to reassure me. That vague sensation left me with a calm that I’d never experienced before. It pushed me to complete the process, to allow Terrance to claim me. I decided that if it presented no risk to the baby, I was all in on this. Another thousand years with Terrance might not even be enough.

  The more I thought about my man, the hornier I got. I couldn’t wait to get home and jump his bones. Mid-afternoon sex sounded delicious.

  When I entered the house, I saw a weekend travel bag by the door. I panicked, afraid Terrance was leaving to go back to Paris without me. He quickly assured me that he was only going to Denver, as we’d already talked about.

  “I want to go with you,” I protested.

  “It would be better if you didn’t,” he said in a tone that told me not to argue. “I’ll be out all night. But I could use a ride to the car rental place downtown. I arranged for someone to stay a few hours late so I can show up after sunset.”

  “So you’re going to feed on someone in Denver?” I asked.

  “Assuming I can find the proper target, yes.”

  “And what makes the proper target?”

  “Someone who deserves to be frightened out of their wits.”

  I thought for a moment, then said, “I don’t want you to feed on a woman.”

  Terrance was surprised by my request. “Sagan, blood is blood. It’s not sexual, it’s sustenance.”

  I was adamant. “I don’t care. I don’t want you sinking your teeth into another woman’s skin, Terrance. Promise me you won’t.”

  He smiled warmly. “If it means that much to you, then I promise. No women.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “Who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind once I’ve been turned and I can feed on men. Am I allowed to bite them wherever I want?”

  His arched eyebrow confirmed my suspicion that he wouldn’t like having the shoe on the other foot.

  I gave him the sultriest look I could muster. “Anyway, right now you’re still here and I have another job for that mouth of yours.”