“Like what you see?”
I turned my head, burying my wanton face in the soft mattress. Still able to hear his muffled laughter, I pushed farther into the bed.
He placed his hands on my buttocks, squeezing both cheeks before he bent to put his lips to my flushed skin. John surprised me by reaching down to my wetness and plunging his fingers in all the way to his hand, a violent attack that left me panting for more. He pulled me all the way to the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide. A rapid tongue flicked on my clitoris and into my pussy then up to my asshole, followed by fingers again as they plunged into me. Again, he used my own juices to lubricate my ass, spreading my cheeks so that the air cooled those juices on my puckered skin.
Four fingers splayed on my butt cheek and his slick thumb entered my anus, slow but steady until he bottomed out on his hand. Then he withdrew and pumped into me again, a little faster this time. The breath caught in my throat as I felt the head of his massive dick at the entrance to my pussy. He rubbed himself across the slick opening, gliding back and forth with torturous slow movements across my labia. I pushed toward him, mutely begging to be fucked. With one powerful thrust, he filled me with his ribbed weapon. I gasped, almost losing control with that first stroke.
His dick throbbed inside me as his thumb fucked my ass then he pulled his fingers away and grabbed my hipbones with both hands, pulling me up to my knees. I spread my legs even further and propped myself up on my elbows to avoid putting any weight on my wrists. My moist flower spread open for him with this new position.
“Yeah, Sandy—that’s nice.” John rocked me oh…so…slow. This cruel man was trying to make me scream with his gentle motion. I moved my hips back to meet him and was well rewarded for my efforts. The bed banged into the wall as he pumped into me, hard, holding himself buried to the hilt. Withdrawing, he pumped into me again, and again, slicing me open with his massive javelin. His ribbed penis gave me more pleasure than I thought possible, stimulating me as no human male had ever done. A new and delightful explosion built.
“Oh my god, John. What have you—oh.” His thrusts grew even harder and faster and the rolling orgasm took me over the edge as he groaned and filled me with his Elite cum. My legs quivered. My entire body convulsed and we collapsed on the bed together, his dick still inside. My vagina held onto him, pulsing with the after-effects of that tremendous orgasm. John rolled on his side, pulling me over with him. I loved the feel of his strong arm around me and I reveled in his muscular body. I would like nothing better than to remain impaled in this manner, by this incredible man, for all time.
My forever dreams shattered when his teeth raked across my shoulder. Holding my breath, I tried to make myself small, but it didn’t matter. Those sharp fangs entered my flesh with ease and I tensed, trying to squirm out of his grasp. He held me fast, his arm around my stomach, his dick still embedded inside me and his leg draped across mine. I could not escape.
What a way to die.
To my surprise, he drank for only a moment and licked the pair of tiny wounds, then kissed my shoulder as he pulled out his cock. I felt the emptiness all the way to my soul. I hated him for leaving me like that, so cold and empty. But then his lips latched once more on that same bite wound and I rolled away from him. He allowed me to leave his embrace this time.
Once out of biting range I enjoyed staring at his physique. Impressive, this officer of the law. I adored the delicate smattering of black hairs dotting his chest, furred muscle, and sinew and bone. Not a drop of fat on this unique specimen. How unfair. Why did he need to look this incredible?
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Oh my stupid flapping jaws. I hadn’t meant to ask that out loud.
He grinned at me, and with a sigh, rolled onto his stomach, across the bed, to stare out the window. “I have no girlfriend.”
At last, he answered after giving me a long while to stare at his sculpted back and rounded butt. Gosh, the man even has fantastic hairy thighs. If only this wonderful male belonged to my own species. I had never heard of a member of the Elite associating with a human or rather, not in this manner. Not that I kept up with the social lives of the vampires in our great city but word did tend to get around.
“So, what do you plan…”
A knock at his door startled me, and him too obviously, since he jumped off the bed as if it had just become electrified, and stumbled to his pants. Jerking his jeans up, he buttoned them and looked around for his t-shirt.
Another knock on the door, more urgent this time and a male voice outside the house called to him. “John, come on man, open up.”
He found his shirt under mine and pulled it over his head. I noticed the tag hanging out but I didn’t know if I should tell him that he had his clothing on wrong—both backwards and inside out.
“Coming,” he shouted. He started to leave the room, then turned back to me, hesitating for a moment at the door then he tripped back over to the bed. He locked gazes with me and that cold mist enveloped my head.
“Be very quiet Sandy and do not leave this room.” I lifted one eyebrow to show my displeasure at being so abruptly commanded. He bit his lip as the knocking sounded again.
“Just a damn minute.” I heard muffled cursing outside, but no more knocking sounded.
“Dammit, Sandy, you have no idea how dangerous it is for you here. If you want to live, don’t make a sound.” He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a little shove to put my head on the pillows.
“Stay put.” Turning on his heel, he rushed from the room and slammed the door behind him.
How dare he treat me like that? I sat up, feeling very vulnerable in my naked state. Looking around on the floor and the bed, I didn’t see my clothes anywhere.
“Damn. They were here a minute ago.” Scooting off the bed, I dropped to the floor to look under the bed. Nothing. Where could they be? Nothing on the bed, nothing on the floor and nothing under the bed.
“Damn him.” That sneaky shit must have taken my clothes with him. I didn’t even see him pick them up. Well I would just wrap myself in a sheet. I stopped short, staring at the bed. A couple of pillows and a mattress, blast it all—no linens, no bedspread, not even a pillowcase. Sickness exploded in my gut, close to panic. I hated this. I had to find something to wear.
A closet. I hadn’t really looked around the room yet since my horny gaze seemed drawn to John all the time. Two doors, one in each corner of the room adjacent to the door my captor left by. I stumbled over to the first one and reached for the doorknob. My wrist hurt as I tried the knob. Strange that I had noticed no pain at all while in the throes of passion with my golden-eyed sheriff. The door opened to a small bathroom.
Ah ha. Bathrooms have towels in them. Easing into the room, I discovered that this sterile bathroom had nothing in it but the usual porcelain fixtures. Empty cabinets lined one wall and a pristine mirror covered the entire wall behind the sink. Why did I have that sickly pallor? I could live the rest of my life without seeing myself looking that bad. I’d spent a lot of time and sweat during sun worshipping sessions and my tan vanished in one night. In the mirror, a nude, bandaged, Elvira looked back at me, complete with dark circles and sunken dull brown eyes. My haggard reflection made me sick to my stomach and I hurried to leave that small room.
First though, I would take these damned bandages off my wrists. If they are broken, it seemed they would hurt more. Besides, I hated the way the tape pulled on my skin. I stood at the counter, careful not to look at myself in the mirror, and unwrapped my arms. I got the feeling that John put the wide tape on there to make me think I hurt myself worse than I really did. I had some bruising, torn skin and lots of scratches but nothing dreadful like protruding bones. I have always been very resilient, or just damned lucky.
I tossed the wad of ruined tape into the tiny trashcan by the toilet and hurried from the bathroom.
Behind the other door, I found a closet. Not a thing in this tiny cubicle. Barren, like my spirits at this point. Strip
ped of all the comforts, or maybe he never provided any in the first place.
I wondered about his guest. It was bound to be very late by now, maybe even close to dawn. Who would visit at this hour? Another fool violating the curfew? I couldn’t resist at least trying to listen.
I tiptoed to the door and pressed my ear to the wood.
Nothing.
The door locked from my side so he could not have locked me inside even if he wanted to. Ha. He should have prepared better before he kidnapped his human meal on the go.
With the stealth of an owl on the prowl, I turned the doorknob and eased the door open. Nobody in sight but I heard faint male voices from somewhere in the house. I slithered through the door and snuck down the hall, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps. Though I wanted to make a dash for freedom, my nakedness was a bigger concern at the moment. Several closed doors lined this hall and I would try them all until I found something to wear.
Damn. Locked. The next door, not that far away but the churning in my stomach grew worse with each step. Anyone within a yard of me could hear the grumble in my intestines as anxiety clawed through my organs. I held my breath, counting to ten as I tried to slow my thundering heart. The door I approached this time appeared smaller than the others. Maybe a closet. A coat would be nice.
The knob turned, and I winced as I twisted my wrist. The twinge would not stop me from pulling the door open. It screeched on its neglected hinges. Shit, shit, shit. I froze where I stood, hand still on the antique brass handle. Footsteps sounded across a wooden floor. I forced my petrified muscles to move and I jumped into the closet, snicking the door shut behind me with as little noise as possible.
Though I heard nothing approaching in the hall, footsteps entered the bedroom where I was supposed to be. The hiss of anger reached me loud and clear in my hiding spot.
“Lose something, John?” An amused male voice rang out to my right. John laughed as he passed my hiding spot.
“Of course not, Stefan. Whatever do you mean?” Someone snorted and then bumped against my door. I thought my heart would explode right out of my chest.
“What are you doing, nosy ass? There’s nothing to interest you back here. Nothing but empty rooms.”
“I think you’re keeping something from your best friend. You wouldn’t do that, would you, buddy?” Stefan’s voice right on the other side of my hollow wooden barricade stole the breath from my throat. Snuffling sounds and a light moan reached my ears, then a scratch at the door. I backed as far as I could into the empty closet, terrified of being found—butt naked.
“Come on, let’s go have a warm drink.” John attempted to distract his friend. Someday I would have to thank him for that. Silence, but the tension remained heavy in the air. The presence lingered less than a yard away from my hiding place.
“Stop.” John commanded, just as the door flew open.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He slapped his hand on my arm and yanked me out of the closet to hold me there at arm’s length. I yelped as he jerked me by my sore arm and he sneered at me, not caring that he hurt me.
“So, my good buddy, you wanted to fix me a warm drink when you’re hiding the real thing back here?”
I gazed at John, imploring him to forgive me but my heart sank when he dropped his head, refusing to look at my face.
“All right, Stefan. I’ll share.”
FIVE
“Fantastic.” Stefan licked his lips as he gazed at my breasts. He smiled and pulled me toward him.
“Come to Daddy.” He spoke like he had a present waiting if only I would give him a big hug. I could do little more than stare at his eager mouth. He must think me a simpleton. I thought John might try to help me but he stepped back allowing his friend to take me. Thanks ass.
I gasped when Stefan put his arm around the small of my back and tipped me backwards over that arm. Like a parody from a deep south romance, he lifted me off my feet and bent his head to my breast. Without hesitation, he latched onto my nipple, sinking those dreadful teeth through flesh and sucking like a starving infant. The pull of his mouth spread all the way to my fingertips.
To my incredible horror, my pussy came alive. What kind of depraved whore gets off on this? Me obviously. I couldn’t control it—the moist heat spread between my legs.
Stefan popped my breast out of his mouth and examined my face, his nostrils flaring. He removed his arm and my body slid down until my feet touched the floor. His heated gaze never left my face. He raised one thick, dark eyebrow and his amber eyes danced in his face. Hmm. This man, this member of the Elite, looked just as dark and gorgeous as my sheriff.
“You are a little minx, young lady.” His sexy voice traveled across my skin, leaving behind an embarrassing trail of goose flesh. He saw it and laughed then turned to face John. “I know now, why you tried to hide your feeder from me.” He paused, flicking his hair out of his face with one hand before licking his lips and speaking again.
“And it is not because she is your first feeder, is it, John?”
A crimson blush washed over John’s face and he ducked his head to hide the grin. I saw it though and I was sure Stefan did too. I pressed my legs tighter together, trying to staunch my sexual depravity but instead, my engorged clit pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I yearned to press my fingers to my ache. John looked over at me and my stomach jumped into my throat. Surely he couldn’t hear that.
“She is my first feeder, you know.”
“Ah, of course she is, my friend. I also know that intercourse with humans is forbidden and you in your human law enforcement profession know this all too well.”
Stefan reached over to me and grabbed my head, covering my ears with his big hands.
“You should go ahead and kill her now before you get yourself ostracized—or worse.”
Though his hands muffled the sound, I still heard his words. I didn’t want to die. I shook his hands off my ears and faced him, drawing myself up to my full height. Hard to maintain a modicum of dignity when I was the only one without a stitch of clothes on, but I tried nonetheless.
“You should try me before condemning me. I am delicious as you already know.” Did I really just say that? I must have since both of the Elite fellas stared at me with their mouths hanging open. John recovered first. He blinked his eyes a few times and put his hand on Stefan’s thick arm, turning him to look into his face.
“It is true, Stefan. You would not believe how it feels to be with a human woman. I fucked her already and it is wonderful. You can do it too.”
“Am I not good enough for you, then? Do you not wish to stick with your own kind?” Stefan peeked over at my body. He wanted me, his erection proved that without a doubt. So easy to see the large bulge in his snug slacks.
“We can fuck her together. You would like that, wouldn’t you, Sandy?” John stepped over to me and bent to slide his fingers into my pussy, drawing them out with the damp proof of my arousal shining in the dim light. Then he brought me close to Stefan and held his glistening fingers under his nose.
“See, Stefan—she is more than a feeder. I knew this as soon as I touched her skin.”
Pressing John’s point, I reached for Stefan and caressed his hard length through his slacks, blinking back my tears. Stefan reacted by pushing against my hand, his dick ready to leap free of its confinement.
“I am more than just blood. I will prove my worthiness to you both and perhaps you will realize that you can’t live without me.” In the back of my mind, my conscience screamed at me to stop prostituting myself in this manner, but I ignored it. I would do anything to stay alive and as long as they wanted my body in other ways…
How hard could it be to be fucked by these two handsome devils? They could almost pass for twins, so similar they appear. Both dark haired, that wispy fine hair that seemed to float about their heads. Stefan kept his shorter, just by his ears and I couldn’t decide which looked better, John’s longer hair or Stefan’s cut short on the sides,
but still long enough to fall into his eyes. Oh the eyes, those infamous metallic gold eyes known to belong exclusively to the Elite. Stefan’s irises had a bit more brown tones to them, but they glowed with the same Elite gold as John’s.
They towered over my modest five-foot-six frame, both of them well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and backs and slim hips. Athletic builds, yum. They would be very difficult to tell apart from the back, if you didn’t look at the hair length.
I favored John’s generous mouth, those full lips that I remembered so very well as they devoured me in more ways than one. But I relished the feel of Stefan’s thinner lips on my breast too and his unshaven face, about a two day growth, bristling whiskers to rasp across my skin.
Their hands, oh their powerful hands. So strong—virility in every finger and bone. I could stare at those hands for hours and never tire. Both men hung their arms loosely at their sides, standing close enough, but not touching and I soaked the inside of my thighs with the very thought of those four powerful hands on my body at once. Stefan’s manicured nails scratching across my back, my stomach—my mound. John’s rough palms smoothing my cheek, trailing down my neck.
“Are you quite done?” John’s amused voice cut into my ruminations and I realized that I had been standing beside these two, gawking like a schoolgirl at her favorite rock star. Stefan chuckled and lifted my hand to his lips. He kissed my palm, then my bruised wrist and the torn skin there. His tongue followed, leaving a trail of moist fire on my skin.
John took my other hand in his, copying his companion by kissing my palm and my wrist then he nicked the vein that throbbed erratically under his lips. His sharpened incisors did little damage and he lapped up the oozing droplets as he watched my face. Something very erotic about being held between these two immensely powerful beings; my knees buckled.
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