Bite Me I'm Yours

by Stacy McKitrick

  She chewed her bottom lip and looked down, furrowing her forehead in thought. “A year, huh?” She placed her hands on her hips. “You know, I could get killed in a year. Hell, I’d be dead now if you didn’t interfere that first time. Why should I wait?”

  He sat up to meet her and smoothed the hair away from her face. “Because I’m asking? I know what the risks are, but aren’t you the one who wanted to take it slow in the first place? I’m not going anywhere, Sarah.”

  Breathing heavily through her nose, she clenched her jaw and thinned her lips. Had he screwed it all up?

  Finally she relaxed, leaned forward, and hugged him. “Okay John, I’ll wait a year.”

  Relief flooded him and muscles he hadn’t realized were clenched were now relaxed. This was a fight he didn’t want because he couldn’t win it in the end. Hugging her tight against him, he smiled. “Thank you.”

  Bending his head down, he nuzzled her and inhaled her sweet scent. While he was content with holding her, she kissed and nibbled his neck, a sensitive spot for him.

  “John?” she said between kisses.

  “Yes?” Her kisses sent a trail of heat all the way to his loins.

  “That last time we made love, did I see your fangs pop out?”

  She was still kissing and nibbling his neck, and with each kiss and nibble his penis became stiffer. She must feel it since she was sitting right on top of it, but her question caught him off guard and his desire slackened a bit. If she’d only seen them the last time they made love, he must have done a pretty good job of hiding them. Still, he wished she hadn’t noticed at all. “You might have, why?”

  He moved his head to see her, but she held him close and continued her kissing and nibbling.

  “Is it sexual? Biting, I mean. Does making love to me cause you to want to bite me?”

  Was she curious or concerned? He couldn’t tell with her anymore. In fact, he was finding it hard to talk—her mouth was driving him nuts. “I was told it’s sexual. But I promise. I won’t lose control.”

  “You don’t know, then? You’ve never done it?”

  She nibbled on his ear and he almost jumped off the bed. “You’re my first.”

  She pushed back and gaped at him. “I’m your first?”

  Thank goodness she’d stopped. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself much longer. Clear-headed once again, he nodded. “Since turning into a vampire, yes.”

  She seemed to consider his statement for a while then asked, “Were you told if I would I enjoy it?”

  Okay, it was curiosity and not concern. “What is it Sarah, what are you asking?”

  “Don’t get me wrong, everything with you has been beyond my wildest dreams. But if biting me, taking my blood, makes it better, I want you to do it. Are you willing?” She chewed her bottom lip and raised her eyebrows in the cutest smile he’d ever seen.

  For as long as she lived, he would probably never understand her. He’d love nothing more than to experience that particular mixture, not to mention sampling a larger portion of her wonderful blood, but he never thought she’d be the one to bring it up. Of course, he didn’t think she’d bring up turning, either.

  “I only have Perry’s word on this, and we both know how he is, but he told me that biting while making love creates a bond like nothing else. That he never manipulated their minds, that they never knew he bit them, and that he left them all extremely satisfied.” John chuckled. “His words, not mine. I don’t know how much of it to believe, but yeah, if you’re willing, I’m willing.”

  “Okay, then.” She promptly jumped off him and headed for the bathroom.

  He stared at her retreating body. What the hell had happened?

  * * * *

  Sarah opened the cabinet beside the tub and ran her hand over the fluffy white towels. Pretty, but not what she needed for The Bite, an event she’d just now named because when she thought back on this night—and she was sure she would—she wanted a name for it.

  The first time she had spotted John’s fangs, she was curious what set them off. The second time, she knew. It gave her a thrill knowing she could make him lose control like that.

  She opened the cabinet under the sink. Bingo. Smiling, she grabbed the bottle and closed the door.

  If biting made sex better, why not do it in the tub? The thing was definitely large enough and she’d already pictured them making love in the water. Now she could add biting to the mix. Or, rather, The Bite. Oh yeah.

  She turned on the faucet and poured in a small amount of bubble bath. The flowery scent drifted from the heat of the water. Perfect.

  “What are you doing?” John asked from the bedroom.

  He was being polite in not following her, she was sure of it. She silently laughed, remembering his expression when she’d left him sitting on the bed. He’d been ready to bite her then. Well, it wouldn’t take that long to get him back in the mood.

  Heck, was he ever out of the mood?

  She strolled to the door and peered around the corner. John was still sitting where she’d left him and smiled when he saw her. “Are you coming back?” he asked.

  Shaking her head, she said, “Nope, you’re coming here. Remember that big tub?”

  He leaped off the bed. “We’re taking a bath?”

  She eyed his erection. Nope, never out of the mood. Ah, to be a vampire. Somehow she would get him to move that year up several months.

  Once the tub filled, Sarah eased herself into the warm, bubbly water. Leaning against one end, she waited as John entered, facing her. He really was unbelievable. She admired the muscles in his chest and arms and loved the solidness when she caressed them. A trail of hair traveled down his flat stomach to his manhood. John naked was a wonderful sight indeed.

  But, right now she wanted more than a view. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, slipping her tongue inside. He sucked on it and that did it for her. She became wet and it had nothing to do with the bathwater. He pushed her back against the tub and slowly caressed her breasts with his hands. When he played with her nipples, passion ignited and she moaned into his mouth.

  Whoa. Who was turning on who? Damn, if she didn’t get those fangs to show, she might come before he bit her and she didn’t want that. Time to get to work. She kissed her way to his neck and nibbled on his ear. He gasped. Much better.

  “Are you ready?” he asked breathless against her ear.

  Afraid to ruin the mood with a raspy voice, she nodded. She held onto his shoulders in case the pain caused her to grab.

  John nuzzled her neck and wrapped his arms around her, holding her still. Loving the way he embraced her and knowing he’d never really hurt her, she relaxed a little. He entered her with a thrust and bit down. She gasped, expecting pain but floating in unadulterated bliss. She arched up to meet him as every muscle clenched in need.

  A wonderful sense of warmth spread throughout her. With each thrust, something amazingly tight wrapped around a body part she couldn’t possibly own. But the best part of this experience was the delicious sweet-coppery flavor filling her mouth. She wanted more.

  Was she feeling his pleasure, too? Damn, it felt oh so good. She hovered over the edge of an orgasm and rode it as long as she could.

  When the first shudder hit her, it came from both inside and out, squeezing and being squeezed, more intense than she’d ever experienced. She grabbed him tighter as both orgasms hit her. It was more than her poor mind could handle.

  * * * *

  John moaned. He should stop feeding, but he was so close to coming. Plus, he’d never tasted anything so sweet, so intense. He just wanted a little more.

  Sarah shuddered as she came, her contractions the spark to ignite his own orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Would it ever end? He hoped it wouldn’t.

  Her scream cleared his mind. Damn it. Was he still drawing her blood? He released her neck and licked the site, healing the holes. She l
ay limp in his arms.

  “Sarah?”

  No response. What had he done? How much had he taken? Oh God.

  He tapped her face. “Sarah! Sarah! Wake up!”

  Her eyes flickered opened and she trembled. Oh thank God. Seeing her awake brought him some relief.

  “Are you okay?”

  She grabbed onto his shoulders as her breathing came out in bursts. “Yes, I think so. Wow! Did you feel that? How great was that, huh?”

  He wasn’t feeling so great. He’d thought he’d killed her. “Are you sure? You were out for a while.”

  “How long?”

  Much too long. “Long enough. Are you dizzy?”

  She leaned back against the tub. “Well, yeah, a little, but I figured it was from the sex. Didn’t you feel what I felt?”

  The sex was phenomenal, but he wouldn’t admit that. “I don’t know what I felt. But when you screamed and passed out… Well, let’s just say you scared the crap out of me.”

  She caressed his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I’m so sorry. But you don’t have to worry. I’m fine. Deliriously, wonderfully, fine.” She picked up the washcloth and held it out. “Here. Why don’t you clean me up?”

  She did seem rather euphoric. But also pale. He’d lost control, taken too much and she was paying the price. He could never do it again. He would never do it again. Not if it put her life in danger.

  * * * *

  The buzz from The Bite still thrummed through Sarah’s body. Okay, now she’d had the best sex ever. Too bad she’d scared John. The poor man really looked frazzled.

  He washed her as if she were a delicate piece of glass and stared at her face the whole time. Was he afraid she’d suddenly pass out or something? Yeah, she felt a little weak, but she’d felt worse after giving blood.

  After he finished washing her, she took the cloth and worked on him. But her wrist felt as if someone had tied a fifty-pound weight around it. Holding up her arm became difficult.

  “That’s it. We’re done here.” John lifted her with ease and sat her on the edge. He pulled one of the fluffy towels from the cabinet, but when she reached for it, he pushed her hands aside and promptly dried her off.

  “I’m okay.”

  He grunted in response.

  She stood and he wrapped the towel around her. The room tilted to one side and she grabbed onto his arm for support. Okay, so maybe she was a little dizzy. That was all the invitation he needed. He picked her up and carried her to the bed.

  He turned a deaf ear to her protests.

  “Shit,” he said. “The bags are still in the car.” He found his jeans on the floor and pulled them on. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

  He was such a worrywart. She grabbed his arm. “Can you bring me a brush and mirror before you go?”

  He went back into the bathroom. She didn’t really need to brush her hair, well, maybe she did, but she was curious about her neck. He’d sucked on it long enough.

  When he returned with the items, she lifted the mirror and examined where he’d bitten—flawless. “Dang, John. You do good work.”

  “It’s all part of what I am,” he grunted.

  The frown on his face worried her. “John? I’m okay. Really.”

  Her words didn’t seem to comfort him. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Please stay in bed. After I get the suitcases, I’ll bring you up something to eat.”

  This wasn’t exactly how she’d thought the night—or morning—would end, but she would do anything to ease his mind. “I promise I won’t go anywhere.”

  He relaxed and a thin smile appeared on his face. Then he was gone.

  After brushing out her hair, she lay back on the mattress. Her eyelids kept closing, but she fought sleep. Maybe he had taken too much blood, but she certainly wasn’t going to admit that. It might have helped if she’d eaten beforehand. Or had taken vitamins. Next time she would be more prepared. She smiled. Oh yeah, if she had any say, there would be a next time.

  Getting him to agree would be the challenge.

  Chapter 26

  “I said no, and I mean it.”

  “I’m sorry, John.” Crap. Sarah stood in the breakfast nook pouting while John stormed into the family room. She’d patiently waited until Sunday morning before broaching the subject of biting. She hadn’t expected his anger.

  He hadn’t touched her since The Bite, not exactly the way she wanted to remember the event. Granted, she’d slept for nearly ten hours after their bath and that was without a meal, which he hadn’t woken her for. So waking up weak, groggy, and with a major headache only fortified his stance and made her job even harder.

  She sat beside him on the couch, thankful he didn’t get up and walk away. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  He fiddled with a loose thread on the cushion. “I know you didn’t. Do you want to watch a movie?”

  Too bad he didn’t ask what she wanted to do, not that he’d agree to it anyway. Somehow she’d get him in the mood. She just wouldn’t bring up biting, not until later anyway.

  “Maybe after breakfast.” If she ate, he’d have to notice she was better.

  For a vampire, he’d certainly stocked the kitchen well: frozen dinners, canned soup, even her favorite cereal. Eating in front of him was still the pits, but if it got him to relax, she’d do it. She grabbed a bowl and filled it.

  John followed and, leaning against the counter, picked up the box and studied it. “I still don’t know how you can eat this stuff.”

  Without a dining set in the house, she stood at the counter and ate. “It’s filling and has all the vitamins I need. If you don’t want me to eat it, why’d you get it?”

  “I got it because you like it.”

  She hoped she hadn’t ruined the best weekend ever by sleeping through most of it. As she chowed down, questions about his eating habits came to mind. She would eventually become a vampire so there were some things she should know.

  “John, how often do you eat?”

  Putting the box down, he answered, “If I didn’t expend much energy or get injured, every other night.” He smiled. “Of course, when we started dating, I overfed, thinking I would lose control if I didn’t, but that never happened.”

  “Not even once?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. I had my own misconceptions of what a vampire might do in a relationship. It’s what kept me isolated for so long. Seems I was worried about nothing.” He grabbed the counter and stared at her intently. “Just because my fangs extend doesn’t mean I have this uncontrollable urge to bite.”

  Message received. Too bad, though. It would have been a way around his refusals.

  “How much do you take?”

  “Not much. Less than a pint. If I’m injured, I’ll need more, so then I would find another donor. I won’t put someone’s life in danger because of my needs.”

  Is that what he thought? That he’d put her life in danger? Somehow she’d show him he was wrong. “So when you turn me, I won’t be some raving monster, ready to devour anyone I see?”

  He smiled. “No. If you are turned, that won’t happen. I would be with you to help.”

  She’d said when. He’d said if. She needed him to say when, because it would be when. She would be a vampire. But, first things first. At least she’d made him smile. After a few more spoonfuls of cereal, she risked the next question. “Have you gone out since we got here, or did you get enough from me?”

  He frowned at her question and looked away. So much for the smile. Maybe she should have her head examined.

  “No, I haven’t gone out since we got here and yes, I did get enough from you. Can we change the subject now?”

  Crap. She was making him angry again. That was not conducive to lovemaking. “Sure. Do you really want to watch another movie or are you in the mood to play one of your video games?”

  His face lit up as his frown curved into a smile. “You’d rea
lly play a video game?”

  That was much better. Video games would get him to relax and have some fun. “Yeah, I’d play a game. They aren’t hard, are they?”

  * * * *

  First John crushed her in video bowling, then he flew past her in video golf, all while the stereo blasted. Sarah might be a horrible gamer, but she loved her music and, after inquiring whether or not his ears could handle it, enjoyed it loud. John didn’t care, he’d learned to adjust his hearing long ago. Whatever made her happy, made him happy. Well, most things, anyway.

  He couldn’t believe she still wanted him to bite her. But how could he explain how dangerous it was without scaring her away? Eventually, he’d get her to understand or she’d grow tired of asking.

  Would they ever have fun again after that unfortunate incident? Because of him she’d nearly died. He wouldn’t risk making love for fear of injuring her further. Staying away was damn hard, though. He missed her touch, her kisses. But her health was more important.

  Although… She was looking a lot healthier now. Her color had improved from a ghastly pale to a nice pink, probably from eating regularly since waking. And she seemed energized, which she expended by dancing between her golf turns. Maybe after lunch he could test the waters, so to speak. He didn’t want this weekend to end on a downer.

  Sarah had just finished putting on the eighteenth green when the music changed to Clash’s “Rock the Casbah.” She spun toward him and tossed the controller his way. While gyrating her hips, she caressed the curves of her body.

  He sat on the couch and stared. What should he do? Should he get up and join her or enjoy the view? Before he could decide, she unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse.

  He obtained a full-blown hard-on and it only took two seconds. There was testing the waters and then there was testing the waters.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Hush. I’m dancing. You sit there and relax.” She swiveled her hips to the music and unbuttoned another button.

  Relax? Was she nuts? He’d been trying to do that ever since she’d passed out, and had nearly succeeded. But with her ass moving every which way and her hands caressing those luscious breasts of hers, he was anything but relaxed. He was turned on so high he could probably sing soprano.