Dark Desires - Love That's Out of This World (Xcite Bestselling Collections)

by K D Grace

  I pulled away.

  ‘If you don’t want me I know someone who does.’

  He gestured towards the door where Chantal stood, the towel on the floor at her feet, leaning against the door frame with her hand wantonly between her legs and her wet hair hanging in her face. I could hear her heart throbbing, and his, and the rhythms were briefly in synch, but gradually moved apart until it was like one deafeningly fast beat.

  I gave in, vowing just one more time before I put my mind to finding out what he was all about. His hands squeezed my flesh and he pulled open the kimono, biting my breasts with his blunt teeth. Without preamble he unzipped his trousers and pushed inside me. Chantal sank to the floor, her legs wide open, rubbing her pussy and breathing loud and fast as she watched us.

  My orgasm was approaching as his body rubbed against me with every thrust. Revelling in the feelings I rolled my head back on the pillow. His fangs snapped to life and before I knew what was happening, my vein was open for the first time since I was made vampire. I screamed, hissed and thrashed, but he was too strong, then an intense feeling of peace and acceptance flowed over me, followed by wave after wave of orgasm.

  I don’t know if I slept, but it was a few minutes before I could speak. Just when you think you know it all, something like this goes and happens. Chantal wandered over, carrying her handcuffs.

  ‘Please …’ she said, glancing towards the shackles on the wall.

  ‘So she does speak!’

  ‘Yeah,’ I smiled. ‘When she wants something. Would you mind? I’m not sure I’m ready to move after that. And don’t think you’re getting away without explaining now!’

  He took Chantal’s hand and led her to the wall where she willingly let him tie her, hands up above her head, and legs wide open. She wiggled around as he headed back for the bed, shaking the chains, trying to entice him back.

  ‘She is a fuckable little thing isn’t she, and so well behaved. Congratulations on finding such a lovely pet. Come and drink and I’ll tell you everything.’

  We sat in front of her, and took a femoral artery each, sucking the blood from her thighs. He rubbed her bare pussy gently to keep her calm as we fed.

  ‘I’m a half breed. My father was vampire, my mother was, is, human. I’ve never met him. He was a real Lestat by the sounds of it. Flew in the bedroom window and overpowered her, that kind of deal.’ We both laughed. ‘I eat and drink like a human most of the time, but if I drink blood I get vampire strength for a few days.’

  ‘Right,’ this was making a lot more sense now. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t managed to figure it out. ‘So how old are you?’

  ‘I’m 50 something, but my body is that of a 30 year old. I do age, you see, but a bit more slowly than a human. The more blood I drink, the slower I age. When I was younger and first got the thirst I was totally disgusted by the whole thing, so I aged like normal. But now I’m a bit more, I don’t know … liberal.’

  Chantal moaned as he slipped a finger inside, curling it forwards, while licking up a trickle of blood on her leg.

  ‘And … if I drink vampire blood, the ageing slows down even more. If I drank from you every night I could live as long as you will.’

  I took a long drink from Chantal’s thigh, then opened my legs, exposing my cool naked body and the juicy vein at my own thigh.

  ‘Well, so long as if I’ve got her around to keep my strength up, I think that can be arranged.’

  The Call of the Night

  by Tabitha Rayne

  Leah shivered as the warm liquid trickled down her inner thigh. She breathed in, smiling to herself as she pressed a finger into the tender wounds. She looked at the stain spreading over her tattered skirt and pressed harder, hoping to summon the fear and euphoria of only a few hours ago.

  Leah watched the chill of the night rise from the earth in a fine mist as the first rays of daylight flitted through the branches. Only hours ago she had been innocent. Unworldly – no, un-otherworldly. She wondered whether she should mourn the passing of this innocence but felt the sublime trickle of blood lick its way down her flesh once more. No, she was glad she had been initiated into this night time world. She felt tired but knew she must make the most of the sun for soon, she would be like Maudra.

  Leah had taken a late stroll to shake off the annoyance of having to move back in with her parents after a job and relationship had soured leaving her homeless, heartbroken and penniless. It had been OK, her parents were honeys, but she was a woman with her own ambitions and wants. Very big wants. Very noisy wants.

  Dusk fell as she walked up the path to the woods just outside town. She didn’t notice a dark-haired woman watching her from behind an old tree. Leah was immersed in her own thoughts when a cloaked figure suddenly appeared right in front of her.

  ‘Sorry?’ Leah cocked her head towards the tall, dark-haired woman. ‘What did you say?’ Leah was stunned when the face remained as still as glass but a voice spoke.

  ‘I didn’t say anything. Hush now, there’s no need to speak.’ The voice was as rich as velvet but as sheer as silk. It took Leah’s breath away and she obeyed and fell silent. Leah stared into the woman and was mesmerised by her wolf-like piercing eyes. She felt compelled to touch her and reached out a trembling hand.

  ‘Not now.’ The voice seemed to slap Leah’s hand away. ‘Come.’

  Leah was in a strange state, she couldn’t think if she was dreaming or drugged but she knew that this beautiful and fearful creature had her under some sort of spell. She followed willingly, a heat rising in her lower belly counteracting the chill of the voice. The warmth spread as she felt a hand pressing in to her lower back urging her forward. She gasped and glanced behind her but nothing was there. The hooded woman never looked back.

  ‘Keep up,’ said the voice and the hand pressed more firmly. Leah thought she felt it slide lower and a flush of desire welled in her stomach. She let out a tiny murmur.

  ‘I said quiet!’ snapped the voice once more and the sensation of a second hand clamped over Leah’s lips. She breathed dramatically through her nose and kept her hands by her sides. She knew now that she would have to surrender to this being and it turned her on furiously. She pressed her thighs together as she walked trying to catch the fabric of her skirt between to give her some kind of friction. The ground was getting rocky as they made their way through the thickening trees and darkness and she tripped to the ground, grazing her knees on the gravelly path. As she struggled to get up, the hand at her back slid down and pushed on her buttocks until she was upright once more. It stayed there and Leah felt her arousal blaze as the fingers massaged her arse cheeks while she walked. She arched her back a little and exaggerated her swagger to show the hands she was enjoying it.

  To her joy, the fingers began to knead her buttocks, squeezing her panties and skirt into her flesh. It was exhilarating and Leah shifted her gait to open her legs. The force kept rubbing and pressing and Leah’s pussy began to twitch in anticipation for a stray finger or two.

  As the thought formed in her mind, the cloaked woman looked round with a wicked smile. The pressure of the hand on her mouth intensified and Leah tried to bite at it through her squashed lips. At once the figure flew at her and she was thrown backwards to a tree. She felt a chill to her soul as the woman pressed right up against her.

  ‘Behave,’ the voice hissed, ‘all in good time.’ But Leah caught the woman’s eyes flit to her chest. She breathed in to push her breasts higher forcing her stiffening nipples into her captor’s view.

  It worked. Leah watched the wolf eyes drink her in. She felt the presence of another phantom hand rip her blouse open and tug her breast free from her bra. She watched her own nipple harden as it was rolled and tweaked by invisible fingers while the woman watched.

  Leah began to sense a shift in power and opened her legs. The hand that had been working on her arse worked its way down the back of her leg to the hem of her skirt. Her skirt slowly slid up over her thighs and behind like a gentl
e lover would. Just as she was getting used to these tender caresses, the hand over her mouth released her long enough for Leah to catch her breath. She gulped in oxygen and let out an excited giggle. The hand gripped her at once under her jaw and pinned her by the neck to the tree. Leah’s own hands shot up to try and prise the digits apart but the strength was supernatural. She held on and suddenly the hand up under her skirt roughly grabbed her panties and ripped them off casting them to the ground. Leah felt hot and horny and opened her legs wider to expose her naked pussy to the night. It had the right effect and Leah stared at the woman staring at her.

  ‘What’s your name?’ she whispered as seductively as she could. She felt the warmth from her breath reach out to the white face of the woman and she seemed to suck in the vapour of the words.

  ‘Maudra.’ This time her eyes met Leah’s.

  ‘Show yourself to me.’ Leah was shocked by her own boldness and even more so when she saw Maudra’s delicate ethereal fingers toy with the golden catch of her cape.

  The hand between Leah’s legs slowly and lusciously began to stroke and part her lips. Leah could imagine her moist juices glistening in the moonlight and it made her ache to be touched.

  Maudra’s cape fell to the earth and there stood the most beautiful sight Leah had ever witnessed. Maudra’s flesh was as pale and luminous as moonlight itself and she was as poised as a ballerina. Her breasts were perfect and Leah’s mouth watered as she watched the tiny buds pucker, desperate to be touched. Leah felt the fingers at her pussy slowly begin to probe into her entrance. She began to twitch as her want started to pulse through her clit and engulf her pussy and arse. ‘Stroke yourself,’ she commanded and her eyes widened as Maudra slid her hands onto her abdomen and up, cupping both breasts and squeezing her nipples. Leah mirrored her movements and was soon massaging her own tits along with the hands. It felt sublime to be clasping and unclasping and massaging what felt like a thousand fingers. Suddenly a hard shaft shoved deep into her. Her legs wobbled and she staggered a little but the hand around her neck held her fast. Her pussy walls bucked and twitched as the phantom hand thrust in and out again and again.

  ‘Harder!’ Leah shrieked as she felt her juices engulf the fingers and spill out onto her thighs. She put her own fingers to her lips and sucked on them to get them good and wet before diving them down into the cleft of her pussy onto her clit. The fingers seemed to be expanding and filling her more deeply than she’d ever been penetrated before. Maudra was watching everything licking her lips and exposing her teeth. Leah felt the rush well deep inside her cunt and closed her eyes to concentrate on her rising want.

  ‘Stop!’ the icy voice commanded. All motion ceased and Leah stood panting and frustrated still pinned to the tree and impaled on the hand. She could have wept and tried to grind the satisfaction she craved from the fingers that were still deep inside her.

  ‘I said, be still!’ Maudra’s eyes had turned black and sinister and Leah felt all the life drain from the air around her. The world was engulfed in stillness and silence as Maudra stood with her arms aloft. Leah’s heart raced and all the hairs on her body stood on end. She watched as Maudra sank exquisitely to her knees before her, moonlight striking her perfect skin. Maudra flicked her long hair over her back and looked up at Leah. Leah began to shake as she watched the darkness in her eyes grow in intensity. ‘Now for the main event.’

  Leah held her breath as she heard a wicked laugh emanate from the surrounding forest. She was terrified but completely and utterly turned on. She clenched the hand tight within her pussy and waited for what was to come. Maudra began to smile, slowly and carefully exposing her eye teeth. They were sharp and piercing and Leah went limp at the sight. Maudra placed her hands between Leah’s thighs and pushed them apart even further. ‘Mmmm, you’ve done well, my darlings.’

  Leah knew she was talking to the ghostly hands and knew now that she had never been in control. Maudra smoothed out the skin on Leah’s right inner thigh, stroking and caressing it with long black fingernails. Leah shivered feeling the hand inside her begin to pulse and grow again.

  She let out a low groan from deep in her throat as Maudra flashed her one last smile and sank her teeth into Leah’s flesh. Leah tried to struggle but the fight left her as a feeling of utter sublimity took over her being. The blood and warmth drained from her body, but was replaced with a surging dark desire. The deepest and most terrifying arousal overtook her and the thrusting in her cunt matched the suckling at her thigh.

  Harder and harder Maudra drank and Leah lashed her fingers into her hair and pulled her deeper and deeper into her giving herself to this dark creature of the night. Again and again the hand fucked her and she felt her life drain out of her and her come rose and crashed over them both in a pulsing shrieking crescendo.

  Maudra pulled out of Leah and let her head fall back on to her shoulders, blood smearing her lips and dripping on to her pale, pale chest. The hands left her too. She wiped her face with the back of her arm and rose up to face Leah. Leah grasped her by her hair and violently pulled her to her lips. She kissed the mouth of the vampire that had almost taken her life and sucked greedily on her tongue and lips. She traced the sharp spikes of her suckling teeth and winced as she felt them slice into her probing tongue. Leah tasted the tingling iron of her own blood on Maudra and it turned her on once more. She reached down roughly and dove her hand between Maudra’s legs.

  Maudra staggered as Leah quickly found her target and roughly shoved three fingers deep into the vampire’s hot wet cunt. Maudra pulled away from Leah’s kisses and threw her head back. Leah kissed and nibbled and bit at her neck, ravenous for her flesh. She stooped down and began licking and nibbling between Maudra’s succulent pussy lips. She tasted of wickedness and blood and Leah was hungry for her. She thrust her tongue and fingers harder into the vampire again and again until she felt the surge come and engulf her in heat and liquid. Maudra collapsed to the earth and wrapped herself back up into her cape.

  ‘How can I be like you?’ asked Leah when they’d got their breath back.

  ‘You can’t be like me.’

  Leah thought Maudra looked sad, but it was fleeting. ‘There’s no one like me.’ She smiled wickedly. ‘But you have changed. You are not an innocent any more.’

  ‘Can I come back?’

  ‘Yes.’ Leah looked to the horizon where the eerie blue of morning hinted over the night. When she looked back, Maudra was gone. She tucked her blouse back in to her skirt and tried her best to smooth down the tatty fabric.

  She lifted her face to the rising sun and with her breath misting in the morning air, began to walk home.

  House of Seven Inches

  by Michael Bracken

  The real estate listing said “fixer-upper” but the two-storey house looked more like a “burner-downer”. It had been empty for years and was located just south of the middle of nowhere, but I bought it anyway.

  My first call was to a plumber, intending to follow it with calls to an electrician and a roofer after I received the plumber’s estimate. The plumber and I were standing in the kitchen when he said, ‘The last owner was one of your kind.’

  I turned and glared at the weathered old man. He was my grandfather’s age and smelled of cheap tobacco and cheaper beer. ‘And what kind is that?’

  He held up one arm and let his wrist go limp. ‘You know.’

  ‘And what happened to him?’

  ‘He …’ The plumber stopped and looked like he was searching for the right word. Finally, he said, ‘… disappeared.’

  ‘You mean he moved away?’

  The old man shrugged. ‘One day he was here. The next day he wasn’t. After he missed a couple of payments and his phone was disconnected, the bank sent a man out to look the place over. A couple of months after that the bank repossessed and put the contents of the house up for auction. I got the missus a real nice set of china.’

  ‘He just walked away?’

  ‘Your guess is as good
as any,’ the plumber said. ‘Sheriff Johnson looked the place over, said there were no signs of foul play, but the previous owner ain’t turned up and he ain’t come back.’

  I looked around, not certain what I expected to see that was any different than what I’d already seen. The kitchen was in no better shape than the rest of the house, and it needed serious renovation before I would ever feel comfortable.

  The plumber patted the front pocket of his blue work shirt where he’d put the notebook he’d used while I’d explained all the work I wanted done, and said, ‘I’ll do some figuring tonight and drop my estimate by tomorrow.’

  I walked him to the front door and stood on the porch watching his pickup until it disappeared around a curve in the road. Then I returned to the kitchen and used half a can of air freshener to eliminate the man’s lingering scent.

  For the next several months I had men in and out of my house, some of them quite attractive but none of them approachable. They replaced the roof and the windows, rewired and replumbed where necessary, and remodelled the kitchen and both bathrooms to my specifications. I replastered the walls and refinished the hardwood floors myself. Soon there was nothing left to do but paint, furnish, and decorate, all things I could do on my own, and I soon realised just how isolated my new house was.

  I had sold my condo in the city shortly before the housing market cratered, and I was among the first wave of employees to accept my employer’s buyout offer, getting out while the going was good. Most of my money was invested in things that weren’t badly hurt by the stock market plunge, so I could survive comfortably for several years without additional income. I had hoped to return to my first love – writing – and thought I needed solitude to write the novel that had been nagging at me for several years. What I most assuredly did not need was the drama Kyle brought into my life, so I had left him behind when I moved, certain that he would quickly become someone else’s drama queen.