Girls Who Bite

by Delilah Devlin

  “Faster, baby. Hurry now and make me scream.”

  Maili sucked hard, only too late realizing the tip of her fangs had pierced the skin around Lana’s clit. It didn’t stop her orgasm. Long fingers pulled Maili’s hair as Lana came hard. She held her face in place, grinding her cunt against Maili’s mouth as she screamed. The mix of cum and blood set Maili on fire. It was only a taste, not even an appetizer to the feast she wanted so desperately to gorge on.

  She didn’t stop. Maili slammed her fingers into Lana, driving her hand into her as deep as she could go, needing to wrench everything she could from the other woman. Cum rolled down Maili’s fingers, pooling in her palm and then continuing down her forearm. It was only when Lana jerked her head up by her hair that Maili realized how far gone she was.

  “Come up here.” Lana helped Maili to her feet, supporting her weight before she collapsed against the desk and Lana’s overheated body.

  They’d rarely kissed in the past. Their relationship wasn’t one of love—Maili was too old and Lana too jaded. But somehow something had changed. The brush of Lana’s soft lips against hers brought tears to Maili’s eyes with the realization that along the way this human had become precious to her.

  Maili opened her cursed soul and her mouth to let Lana explore. The brush of Lana’s tongue against one of her fangs sent a shiver through her body.

  “I’m going to make you come,” Lana whispered against her mouth. “And when I do, I want you to feed from me.”

  The monster inside threatened to roar to life, clawing madly deep within her gut, but Maili sucked in a deep breath and nodded once.

  The feel of Lana’s fingers on her clit was so different from her own explorations. Lana was hot where Maili was cool. The shiver of pleasure radiated from her pussy and heated every inch of her long dead body, inside and out. Shifting so her mouth rested gently against Lana’s throat, Maili closed her eyes and let the sensations take over.

  “You’re beautiful. So strong and smart. But stupid too. I know you could never hurt me. Not really.” Lana pressed her thumb hard against Maili’s clit and slipped a finger into her pussy. “I lie in bed at night thinking about you. A fucking vampire who needs me. I promised I would look after you and help keep you strong. You need to believe that. God, you’re so wet right now.”

  Maili whimpered. The ability to speak was beyond her. She could hear the beating of Lana’s heart like a gong in her head. Her mouth watered at the temptation of tasting her sweet blood, even as the rest of her strained toward orgasm. A heat she rarely felt anymore flushed through her body and Maili knew the end was close.

  “Lana,” she whispered.

  “That’s okay, I’m here. Go on and do what you need to.”

  The scream ripped from Maili as the first pulse of her orgasm ripped through her. It was only when she sucked in a breath that she clamped her mouth to the juncture of Lana’s neck and shoulder.

  Blood flowed into her mouth and Maili swallowed without thinking. Lana’s life force was heavy with the sweet taste of her orgasm and it rushed through Maili’s body as she drank. As if responding to a drug she’d been too long without, Maili shook as she absorbed the nutrients. It was too much. The taste of Lana in her mouth, of the woman’s blood and cum, the heat of her body, all of it sent another surge of release through Maili.

  Whether it was minutes or forever, the pleasure of the sex and the feeding slowly faded. Unable to sustain her weight, Maili felt Lana go limp beneath her and the two slid from the weakened old desk to the floor. Their bodies tangled together, Maili shifted until she could rest her head on Lana’s chest, an ear over the other woman’s heart.

  Lana’s fingers found their way back to Maili’s hair, where they once more resumed a soothing caress. “Are you okay now?”

  “Yeah.” Maili licked her lips. “Did I hurt you too badly?”

  “I’m…I feel a bit light-headed. Nothing I will die from.”

  “Sorry.”

  Lana reached down and slapped Maili’s ass. “Did I ask for an apology?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “That’s right. If I say I’m fine, then I am. And next time I expect you to come to me before things get this bad. I made you a promise that I’d help you for as long as you needed me.”

  “You did.”

  Maili fought back the unwelcome tears, closing her eyes so Lana wouldn’t see. Lana wasn’t the first to try and help her. Maili knew that sooner or later, Lana would be dead and she’d be on her own, once more battling the monster. Every time that happened, it got harder to resist the pull into madness. Sooner or later, Maili knew she’d lose.

  For now she would keep fighting as long as she could.

  Pressing her nose close so she could inhale her scent, Maili placed a kiss on Lana’s naked breast.

  “I promise.”

  THE GIFT OF LILITH

  Myla Jackson

  Music thrummed, vibrating against the soles of my shoes, the beat fast and steady, like the heart thumping against my rib cage. The moon rose high above the Chicago skyline; it was a perfect night for anything to happen.

  Normally, I avoided parties, preferring my solitude. When you lived to be over two hundred years old, parties lost their appeal. I’d never liked social engagements, never felt comfortable with idle chatter, flirting and inane conversation. I feared I’d say too much, reveal the truth and expose myself to those who would think me crazy. By distancing myself, I’d gained little experience in the art of mingling.

  Tonight, however, was different. Tonight Molly would be there.

  I wondered yet again if I should have stayed at home reading a book. But the image of Molly standing there in her very short, tight black dress, her red hair gathered loosely up on her head, flashed in my mind and I couldn’t sit still. The desperate excitement flashing in Molly’s green eyes worried me. Ever since her visit to her doctor, she’d been acting strange and secretive.

  She’d spent the evening primping in the apartment over mine. I could smell her perfume through the walls as I lounged on my sofa, imagining her standing in a black lace bra and thong panties, adding blush to her cheeks and eyeliner to frame her emerald eyes.

  Then her bare feet had pattered down the wood stair steps and she’d entered without knocking, holding two dresses in front of her, wearing nothing but the skimpy black lace panties and a strapless bra that pushed her ample bosom up and out.

  “Need your help, Katherine.” Molly shook a red dress, then the black dress. “Which one?”

  “What’s the occasion?”

  Her eyebrows rose into the fiery red of the hair swinging down over her forehead. “I want to party like there’s no tomorrow. Get dressed and come with me.”

  “Sorry, I’m not into parties.”

  Molly’s brows twisted. “Sometimes I don’t get you.” She planted a hand on the sweet swell of her hip. “How long have we known each other?”

  I frowned. “Two years.”

  “Long enough to know me.” Molly’s eyelids drooped. “I’ve been watching you.” She tossed the dresses over the back of the sofa as if she’d made a decision. She crossed to where I sat and perched her pert little ass on the sofa’s arm, her naked knees touching my silk-pajama-clad legs.

  I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric and my heartbeat stuttered. “So, you’ve been watching me.”

  Molly’s pale fingers stroked my long, straight black hair. “I know more than you think.”

  I cleared my throat, every part of me screaming to take her hand and guide it lower to that aching place between my legs. “What do you know about me?”

  “Right now you want to touch me.”

  I looked up, my eyes wide. “I beg your pardon?”

  “Oh, don’t go getting all proper on me.” She trailed her fingers along the curve of my cheek and down the V of my neckline. “I know you’ve been watching me too.” She tweaked the point of my nipple, standing out against the royal-blue silk shirt. />
  My hand came up, covering the breast to keep her from touching it again. “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Molly crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

  “No, of course not. I prefer men.”

  “Then why haven’t I seen one come to your apartment in the two years I’ve lived here?”

  “Perhaps I go to theirs.” I hadn’t been to a man’s apartment in several years. They no longer interested me. I found myself more and more interested in the lively redhead living above me. I’d wondered at my change in tastes after all these years. But then everyone who met Molly loved her. Her zest for life, the happiness that shone from every particle of her being was like a beacon tempting the lonely into her light.

  Molly’s leg slid along mine, her knees parting, displaying a wide swath of her peaches-and-cream thigh. “See? You’re looking now.”

  “How can I not when you practically planted yourself in my lap?” Oh, indeed, I was looking, more than I’d ever thought possible at any woman. But then Molly wasn’t any woman. She was…Molly.

  “I got a bikini wax just for tonight.” Molly grabbed my hand and ran my fingers beside the triangle of black lace. “Smooth, isn’t it?”

  I couldn’t resist. She was smooth and as silky as my lounging pajamas. I swallowed hard, wanting to slide my fingers beneath the lace of her panties, but proper ladies of the early eighteen hundreds didn’t contemplate such deviancies. I removed my hand from her crotch. “Do you always prance around in your unmentionables?”

  “Only for the people I want to do the unmentionable with.” She leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Ever do it with a girl?”

  Shock skittered across my skin with the warmth of her breath. “Once.” A very long time ago. The event might have been over two hundred years past, yet I could recall it as though it was yesterday. Life changing barely began to describe the experience.

  Molly curved her hand around my cheek and turned my face to hers. “Honey, life is incredibly short, you have to make the most of moments like this.” Her lips descended on mine.

  I sat motionless, unable to stop her, not really wanting to. For two years, I’d lusted after the young woman living above me. I’d denied my hunger, telling myself it wasn’t natural and bad things always came to those who went against nature. My situation was a prime example.

  When her tender lips touched mine, a sigh escaped me. I’d wanted this for so long, fighting instinct with every fiber of my being. The last time I’d been tempted by a woman, I’d taken on more than I’d ever dreamed. She’d made me immortal.

  It all began with Lilith when she refused to be subservient to Adam in the Garden of Eden. She’d been cursed with the gift of immortality until she chose to pass the gift on to another woman equally resistant to man’s dominance.

  Ultimately I’d been chosen as the vessel to contain the memories of those who’d come before me. A burden no twenty-year-old could begin to comprehend until she’d been twenty for several lifetimes.

  As Molly settled into my lap, all I could think of was her soft curves pressing against me, her breasts within reach of my tongue. All the thousands of years of memories fled my mind as I surrendered to the red-haired beauty. My arms came up around her; my fingers pressing into pale, creamy skin; my hand curving along her waistline to the swell of her hips, dragging her closer.

  Her tongue darted past my teeth, thrusting in and out in a steady age-old rhythm. Slim, supple fingers found my nipples, plucking at them through the silk fabric, bringing them to turgid, quivering peaks.

  She leaned away, a smile curving her lips. “Wow. I knew it would be good, but…wow.” She reached for the buttons at the V of my blouse and flicked them open, one at a time, her fingers brushing against my skin. “Katherine, you are so beautiful, like a dark, English rose, so perfect.”

  I shook my head. “Anything but perfect.”

  “What are you talking about?” Molly’s brows rose into the bright hair falling over her forehead. “You have it all.”

  “I’m neither rich, nor famous,” I argued.

  “You have your health.”

  A very unladylike snort escaped me. “If you want to seduce me, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

  Molly rubbed her thumb over my cheek, the gesture gentle and almost innocent. “I never see you sick.”

  “There are a lot more elements to happiness than perfect health.” Outliving your friends and loved ones made for a lonely existence.

  Molly’s fingers resumed their work unbuttoning my blouse. “I don’t know. Good health gives you more choices.” Her fingers paused.

  I held my breath, praying she’d continue. The heat building low in my belly flared. “What’s wrong, Molly? I’ve never seen you so quiet and introspective.”

  She sighed and smiled. Not her usual, sunshine smile, but a sad, wistful smile. “Have you ever been in love?” She released the last button from the hole and spread my shirt lapels wide, her smile widening.

  “Yes,” I replied. On more than one occasion. When you lived as long as I had, you had ample opportunity to fall in and out of love. And you outlived the ones you loved.

  “With a man?” Her hand reached out to cup my breast.

  I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising into her palm. “Yes.” Memories flittered in and out of my consciousness. In my life, I’d been in love three times. “At least I thought I was in love. I guess I’m not cut out to love men. They always wanted to dominate me.”

  Molly sat up straighter, her breasts rising. “Exactly. I’ve tried finding the right man, but I never felt they valued me as an equal. They’d tell me I was too silly or aggressive.” Molly plumped my breasts in her palms and touched the tip of one with her tongue. “Do you think I’m too aggressive?”

  “No.” I had to remember to breathe, drawing in a long steadying breath. “There’s nothing wrong with going after what you want.”

  “I’m glad you think that, because I’ve decided to go after you.” Molly sucked more of my breast into her mouth and drew on it hard, her tongue swirling around the tip, flicking it until I squirmed beneath her.

  “Why me?” My pussy ached, moisture pooling low, dribbling into my panties.

  “Because you understand me.” She reached behind her back and unclipped the hooks on her bra. “You don’t judge me or try to make me something I’m not.”

  I slipped the straps from her arms, not really registering the movements, they seemed so natural, caught up as I was in this wonderful woman I’d only dreamed of touching. “Who would want to change you, Molly? You’re so happy, vibrant and alive.”

  “Looks can be deceiving.” She kissed me and slid off the ends of my knees. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined you naked. I knew your skin would be as perfect beneath your clothes.” She slid her fingers under the elastic band of my pajama bottoms and tugged them down my legs, taking my panties with them.

  Cool night air did nothing to chill the heated wetness between my legs.

  I let her undress me, anxious to be naked, while my mind kept screaming Don’t get involved.

  “Are you sure about this?” Logic forced me to give her an out, when all I wanted was for her to touch me, love me and make me forget all the memories crowding my head. I wanted to be alone with Molly, just me and her, writhing naked together.

  Molly slid out of her lacy panties and stood before me, the picture of youth and beauty, her skin pale and dusted with freckles, her red hair falling down below her waist, eyes as brilliant as the finest emeralds. “I want to love you, Katherine.” She nudged my legs apart and kneeled on the floor between them.

  “I can’t fall in love, Molly.”

  “Why not?”

  “It hurts to love and lose and the pain lasts a long time.”

  “Then love me for a moment. I won’t be around forever.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.” I leaned
forward and captured her face in my hands. “I’m afraid I’ll remember for a lifetime.” To Molly, that wouldn’t be very long. To me, it was forever. I couldn’t add another lover to my memories. I’d lost enough for several lifetimes.

  Molly caught my hand in hers. “Love me, Katherine.” She pressed my hand to her breasts. “No strings attached, no promises of tomorrow. Love me for now.”

  The plea in her voice captured me. Her eyes shone, misty with moisture. Molly wanted this as much as I did. The difference being, she wasn’t afraid of tomorrow. I was.

  As I hesitated, her smile faded, a sigh escaping her parted lips. “If you won’t love me, let me love you.” She leaned into me, capturing one of my nipples between her teeth, tugging gently.

  I closed my eyes and tried to resist, but couldn’t. My fingers circled the back of her neck and drew her closer.

  She suckled my breast, pulling hard, triggering a resulting tug low in my belly.

  My legs tightened around her, my pussy throbbing the lower she went. I tangled my fingers in her hair, urging her downward until her mouth kissed the thatch of hair over my mons.

  Slender fingers wove into the tight curls, finding and parting the folds beneath.

  My bottom rose off the sofa meeting her strokes, urging her on.

  Molly brushed feathery kisses along the inside of my thighs as she fingered my clit, the kisses edging closer to the center of my arousal.

  I held my breath as her mouth replaced her fingers, her tongue laving my sensitive nubbin. Her tongue swirled and flicked, until the tingling began. It started when the tip of her tongue touched me and spread throughout my body, the sensations intensifying until all my muscles grew rigid and I cried out, “Please!”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, don’t stop.” My cry faded into a whisper. Never in my long life had I begged for release as I did with Molly.

  Relentless, she pressed on, her tongue torturing me into submission.

  When I could take it no longer, I burst through the heavens, tumbling downward until I landed in front of Molly, spent and utterly amazed.