“Not at all. It’s the truth.” He whispered. “I’m a vampire… and I don’t know how much longer I can control myself. You… smell so… intoxicating. I nearly lost control downstairs.” He admitted, his face moving closer to my neck. I remembered his reaction to my injury, how he had washed away the blood as if it were a sign of the plague. It was all starting to make sense now.
Even so, I wasn’t thinking logically. Maybe my lust was blinding me to reason. Or maybe all those vampire movies had taught me that sex with a vampire was awesome. Deep down, I knew that this should have scared me but it was only making me excited. This man was a vampire and I didn’t even care. His hot breath on my neck was driving me into a frenzy and vampire or not, I knew I had to have him. I pulled him closer. “So what?” I asked, my hand once again sneaking in his boxers. I took his tip between my fingers, rolling it back and forth until he tilted his head back and howled with pleasure.
It took him a while to compose himself as I continued to jerk him off, letting my soft palm caress his smooth cock. I was gentle and slow, building up the tension before I fondled his balls, kneading them between my fingers. By this point, his cock was straining for freedom. He looked down at me, desperation taking over his features. “But… I could hurt you.” He warned as his lips traveled over my neck with an acute trepidation. I shivered, realizing the danger I was putting myself in, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I needed him.
Chapter 7
“I don’t care,” I told him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled his head into my chest. His teeth tugged on my bra like he was determined to rip it right off. “Take me.”
Quin didn’t need any more convincing. Seconds later, he had every stitch of my clothing littered across the floor. I shuddered as I felt his hands roaming my hips, my chest, my ass, and of course, my oh so very sensitive lips. His fingers were slow and seductive, dancing over my flesh. He parted my lips, his finger running along the sensitive skin until I moaned out. I bit my lip, feeling the tingling sensation run along my spine. He grinned, slowly pressing his finger against my moist entrance. With some pressure, he forced it inside of me, knuckle-deep. He slowly began twisting it around, taking his time.
Finally, with skilled precision, he rammed his finger all the way in. I moaned out his name, my body contorting with pleasure. He hooked it back and forth. With a twisting motion, he pulled it out and grinned, showing off how wet his finger was. “Someone is eager…” He whispered. With his other hand, his thumb worked my clit, flicking it back and forth, sending me into a state of pure bliss.
“Please, Quin…” I pleaded. I wanted to say more, but I couldn’t form the words in my mouth. I just looked up at him, hoping he would please me before I went insane. His grin deepened and suddenly, he rammed two of his fingers inside of me, once again forcing them as deep as they could go. This time, he went slow, pulling them out just an inch before forcing them back inside. He continued to finger-fuck me in a steady rhythm. “Quin… please. I can’t take this… I need you.”
But Quin ignored my pleas as he brought me to the edge and back, never fulfilling my desires even as my nails ran down his back, trying to persuade him. He just kept playing my body like a violin until he took hold of my hips, his face buried between my legs. With his fingers digging into my thighs, he spread my legs apart before draping them over his shoulders. His hands moved to my ass, holding me tight as his tongue finally made contact with my pussy. I moaned in pleasure, my back arching.
His lips locked around my pussy as he sucked on my clit, his tongue expertly flicking over it. He looked up at me with his hazel eyes and I thought I would lose it right then and there. He was so goddamn sexy. I reached down, my fingers tangling in his sandy hair, pulling at it as I tried to force him deeper into my pussy. He obediently complied with my silent request as his tongue delved deeper into my wet folds. He lapped at the juices, slurping them up with a hungry desire. His fingers tightened around my ass, slowly spreading my cheeks apart before one of his fingers teased my back entrance, taunting me with the possibility.
I moaned his name, feeling the nick of his sharp teeth against my flesh, but never experiencing their pain. His long tongue twisted in and out of me, making me shiver with pleasure. I pulled at his hair even harder, forcing him as deep as he could go until his nose was pressed against my pussy and the only thing he could smell was my deep, musky scent.
All I could think about was his tongue, deftly moving in and out of me, driving me insane. My mind went numb. My pussy quivered and my thighs shook. He had me completely under his control. I was helpless to his whims as his tongue delved deeper into the unknown. Finally, just as I thought I was going to lose my mind, I experienced sweet release, my juices rushing out. In an instant, his face was covered with my nectar. Grinning wildly at me, he licked his lips before he finally dropped my legs back onto the bed. Seconds later, I dropped into a dark abyss, exhaustion taking me over.
***
When I woke up, I was alone in bed. The sheets were still a little moist as my fingers ran along the silky fabric. I grinned. Having sex with a vampire had been totally worth it. Finally, I got up and rubbed my eyes. A soft light strained through the curtains as I took my first good look at Quin’s bedroom, admiring the soft purple color that adorned the walls. The tastefully coordinated bedroom set, carved out of a deep, almost black wood and trimmed in a gold finish.
I got up, my toes brushing against the soft carpet underfoot. “Quin?” I called out, but there was no response. There was a door left slightly ajar on the left. I pushed it open, but all I found was an empty bathroom. I walked up to the mirror, seeing my disheveled reflection. My hair was in disarray. My lips looked bruised. There was a giant hickey on my neck. Through further inspection, it wasn’t a hickey at all. Disguised by the blood that had pooled under my skin, were two distinct puncture holes. I smiled, running my fingers over the wound, only to feel a sharp stake of pleasure run through my heart. A deep sense of longing washed over me. I had to find Quin.
I walked out of the bedroom and padded down the hallway in a bathrobe I found. I tightened it around me, feeling a breeze rolling through the house. As I approached the end of the hall, a man suddenly appeared. I jumped, nearly screaming.
“Who are you?” He hissed, pressing me against the wall with his body. I tensed up as I looked into his dark, soulless eyes. “Answer me!”
“I…” I wanted to say something, but the words lodged themselves in my throat. I tried to gulp them back down, but that only drew attention to my neck. He grabbed my chin and turned my head to the side, his gaze locked on the bite on my neck. Suddenly, he let go of me with a sense of repulsion.
“Did you…” He stepped back even further, pressing himself against the adjacent wall. “You and Quin… did you?” He seemed just as lost for words as I was.
“Who are you?” I demanded, taking a step forward as I felt the power dynamic between us change. The man who stood before me was taller than me, maybe even taller than Quin, but he was much thinner. He was dressed peculiarly in an old-fashioned, black suit. His thick, curly hair was styled to the right, covering his eye. His face was dark and foreboding. In a way, he looked like he was starving.
“I’m Quin’s…. roommate. Or something to that effect…” He answered as if unsure. “At least I live here.” He paused and looked down. “I can’t believe he invited you into the house.” He grumbled under his breath. “Did he do anything to hurt you?” Suddenly, he was standing all too close, looking me over for any injuries.
“No. I’m fine.” I spat, stepping away from him. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. “Anyway, mind telling me where Quin is.”
“I don’t know.” He answered before taking a whiff of the air. “He’s not home.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. “Are you just saying that to get rid of me?”
“No. He definitely isn’t here.” He stepped closer and seemed to sniff me as well.
I pulled away, a little disgusted. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.
“The scent of his bloodlust is all over you. You’re lucky you’re still alive.”
“What are you talking about?” I eyed my surroundings, looking for an emergency exit or even a window, in case this guy tried anything fishy.
“As I’m sure you’ve found out, Quin is a vampire. Last night, he could’ve sucked you dry.” He reached forward, touching the bite marks on my neck. I immediately slapped his hand away. He pulled back, a look of offense painting his features. With a frown, he placed his hands in his pockets. “Instead, he spared your life. I wonder why.”
I stared at him and he stared back, his black eyes like two bottomless pits. I found myself getting lost in them before I remembered to breathe again. “You’re a vampire too, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Somehow, in the span of twenty-four hours, I had come face to face not just with one vampire, but two. Could things get any weirder?
Chapter 8
“Well, if you’re certain Quin isn’t home, then I should go.”
“You can’t.” The man answered almost immediately.
“And why not?” I turned on him, growing irritated. I didn’t like this man and I didn’t like the idea of staying in the house with him any longer than I had to.
“You have to wait for Quin to come back.”
“To what end?” I pressed. “He can just call me when he comes back. It’s not a big deal.” I told him, even though I was wondering why Quin had run off. Why hadn’t he stayed in bed and waited for me to wake up before leaving?
“Because you’ve been marked. If another vampire catches the scent of you, you’re as good as dead.” He said as if it were common knowledge.
“What do you mean?” I was skeptical of his words. It just sounded like some weird excuse to keep me inside the house. “And how many vampires are in this city anyway?”
“You’d be surprised.” He said, running his fingers through his black curls. He sighed and straightened himself out, fixing his jacket so it was properly aligned with his shoulders. For a second, I felt strange standing in front of this elegantly dressed individual wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
“I don’t believe you.” Without another word, I walked down the hall and back into the bedroom. I gathered my clothes. As I did, I found a note hidden under my pants like someone had wanted me to find it once I got dressed. It was a piece of crumpled notebook paper with black, rushed handwriting on it.
Kyla,
“Had to go, no time to explain. Speak to Elroy.”
Quin
I tore the piece of paper, annoyed. This was all ludicrous. I had already spoken to Elroy, or at least that’s who I guessed the other vampire was, and he was of no help. Why wouldn’t I be able to go outside? Would vampires hunt me down just because I slept with one of them? That didn’t make any sense.
Finally getting dressed, I exited the house. Outside, the cul-de-sac looked just as quiet as last night. I knew it was all just a trick. Still, I couldn’t understand why Quin would try to keep me trapped in his home. I couldn’t wrap my head around it so I just put on my helmet and mounted my bike. I looked up at the house one more time, seeing a shadow in the second-floor window. Elroy was watching me. Without further hesitation, I backed out of the driveway and sped away, allowing the rumbling of my bike to echo through the area.
The morning was quiet as I zipped through the sleepy neighborhoods. Wanting some time to clear my head, I took the back roads, letting the long winding drive take my mind off everything. Maybe I should just forget about all of this. Deem it a one night stand. Yet, deep down, I knew that I couldn’t abandon Quin. I knew too much and maybe that’s why I wanted to see him again. I nearly turned around, but I was already halfway home.
As I was approaching my apartment, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked around, but my helmet didn’t give me a very wide range of vision. I peered into the forest that surrounded the streets, but all I saw was blurring tree trunks and foliage. In front of me, a little red Toyota drove well below the speed limit until I could not handle tailgating it any further. I sped past it and dashed ahead, making a turn that was a little too sharp for my comfort.
Seconds later, a beautiful woman in a striking red dress appeared in the center of the road. I slammed on the breaks, my bike nearly flipping over. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I steadied the bike and yanked off my helmet. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” I demanded. “What are you doing just standing in the middle of the road?” I asked, but she just looked at me with a vacant expression.
Her long, blood red hair hung over her eyes, obscuring them. Sighing, I put down the kickstand and walked over to her, leaving my helmet behind. “Are you alright?” I asked, reaching out, thinking maybe there was something wrong with her. The moment I held out my hand she grabbed it, her tongue running along my palm.
I was frozen in place almost instantly. My body wouldn’t obey my commands to run away, no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was watch as her fangs grazed my skin, eventually reopening my champagne glass injury. My fingers trembled as her ruby lips moved closer to the blood now seeping from my hand. At this point, I had no doubt that she was another vampire. Had Quin and Elroy been telling the truth?
I tried to yank my hand away, but I was powerless in her grasp. I gulped, making her stare up at my neck, her head tilting as she noticed the mark Quin had left behind. “A marked one.” Her voice was a slither of syllables as she grinned, her tongue running along her lips. “All the sweeter.” She smirked about to lean down and feast on my flesh.
But before she could do so, Elroy dashed out from between the trees, tackling her to the ground. My eyes grew big and I stepped away, hearing the woman scream, her hands reaching out in my direction. I shuddered, watching Elroy wrestle with her, trying to keep her at bay. Quickly, I got to my bike, about to mount and drive away, but I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Nausea washed over me and the last thing I remember before my head hit the asphalt was the sound of the woman’s agonizing, ear-piercing scream.
Chapter 9
I woke up with a pounding headache. I slowly got up, only to find myself on a soft mattress. The walls of this room were a soft powder blue. The furniture was white and beige. It looked like a children’s room. I tried to get to my feet, but my whole body felt wobbly. I fell back onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath.
“Don’t try to get up.” Elroy appeared beside me. I jumped, seeing his face so close to mine.
“Jeez.” I pressed my hand to my chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“And you almost got yourself killed yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” I asked, my mind still a little fuzzy.
“I told you not to leave the house. This is the only safe place until Quin comes back. I tried to tell you that, but you didn’t listen to me, did you?”
“I didn’t believe you, I thought you were some kind of madman,” I admitted, feeling a little guilty.
“Well, you’d be wise to heed my warnings in the future.” He advised. “Now, I have to take care of your injury. This might hurt a bit.” He suddenly yanked off the bandage on the side of my head.
“Ow!” I exclaimed, flinching as my temple throbbed. “A little warning would’ve been nice.”
“I did warn you.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips. Before I could say another word, he dabbed a cold, wet cloth against my head that made it sting. I pushed his hand away. “Do you want this to get infected?” His words cold and fierce.
“Let me do it.” I grabbed the cloth and pressed it against my head. “What happened anyway?”
“You fainted and hit your head.” He said, matter-of-factly.
“Right…” I whispered, the memory suddenly replaying in my mind. “What happened to the woman?”
“I killed her.”
I was thrown off by his brutally blunt answe
r. “Just like that?”
“She was going to kill you.” He explained. “And if Quin marked you, he obviously has feelings for you. I couldn’t let you die in my care.”
“Are you friends with Quin?”
“Nearly brothers. We were turned into vampires at the same time. Long ago, we angered the leader of a clan and his subjects overwhelmed us. We had no idea what he was, what they were… That makes us blood brothers in a sense I suppose. We stuck together ever since.” He sounded nostalgic before he looked down at the first aid kit he had brought onto the bed. “You humans are so fragile…” He commented as he started to prep another bandage.
“I’m sorry that I’m not some bloodsucker, but by the looks of it, you guys aren’t as immortal as legend says.”
“We’re immortal, not invincible, there’s a difference. We still feel pain and can still die like any other creature.” He sighed. “If she had been stronger I might have died to protect you.”
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