Bloodlust: Mystic River Vampire Academy (Year Two)

by Annalise Clark

  She had one thigh between my legs, and I could feel myself getting wet as I grinded against her leg, unable to control the excitement I felt from her touching me and kissing me like this.

  I don’t know what kind of magic she was using on me, but she had me all hot and bothered in a matter of minutes.

  She pulled her lips from mine and whispered in my ear, “I want to taste you.”

  Those words were magic to my ears and I wasn’t about to tell her no. “Mmmm, yes please!”

  As soon as the words had escaped my mouth, her mouth was on my breast. She licked and sucked, and my nipple was rock hard like never before. My fingers tangled in her hair as I held her close to me while she worked her lips and tongue over my body.

  She had her fill of my right breast and then moved her mouth over to my left. I leaned back further on the bed, allowing her to overtake me completely and have her way with my willing body.

  There was something so gentle, yet so skilled about the way she explored my body. It was unlike the hard, rough, rushing boys I was usually with. She was precise, focused, and expertly skilled. No one knew how to pleasure a woman quite like a woman.

  It was like heaven and I titled my head back and moaned as she tasted all of me, suckling from my breast like a baby, then harder, then flicking my nipple with her tongue, then little nibbles.

  “Mmmm…”

  She moved one hand down between my legs now. My pants were moist all the way through and I didn’t care. I wanted her to know how much I enjoyed it, and how badly I wanted her.

  “Somebody’s wet,” she teased and all I could do was grunt in response. So primal and animalistic… she made me crazy, in all the right ways.

  “I want to taste all of you,” she said in a low, sexy whisper as she moved from my breast to the sensitive area in between them and then lower, and lower still.

  “I’m all yours,” I whispered back, filled with anticipation.

  She kissed and licked my abs, she tongued my belly button, and she moved lower still. I took this opportunity to pull off my shirt and the bra that was only half hanging on now. I lifted my butt and Astrid helped pull my pants down out of her way.

  I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Commando had always been more my style, plus, less clothing to get in the way in times like these.

  She continued to move slowly and deliberately, and I opened my legs wide for her, inviting her to take in all of me. My head flung back onto the pillow as I moaned in ecstasy. She was good. She was damn good…

  My back arched, pushing my pelvis up toward her face as I moaned and writhed underneath her. She had me practically begging her to finish now. I needed it!

  She knew exactly what she was doing to me and she did it so well. For what felt like hours but was probably only 20 minutes or so, she finished me off, licking up the mess before crawling back up my body to plant a kiss on my hungry lips.

  She still tasted like me, and that turned me on even more. Quickly, I flipped her over to her back, on top of her now and kissed her hungrily, shoving my own tongue in her mouth.

  Parting her lips, searching, seeking, exploring… tasting myself on her mouth excited me like never before. Without moving my lips from hers, I undid her bra, freeing her perky breasts and allowing my hands to explore.

  I reached for her breasts as she continued to kiss me, deeply and passionately. From there, I kissed down her neck, and she begged me to keep going.

  As I kissed her from head to toe, my tongue tasting every inch of her beauty, I made my way back up to her spread legs and I could see her engorged excitement for me. Her swollen pink lips had turned red and she was glistening with moisture.

  I was going to bring her the same sweet pleasure she had brought me, and I wasn’t going to stop until I had licked every sweet drop of honey she was offering from between her legs.

  It was pure heaven, working my way inside her sweet folds, finding that special spot and working it until she was practically screaming with delight. I wanted it to go on all night. I never wanted this to end.

  Both of her hands were on my head now, fingers entwined in my hair as she pulled my face to her and moaned and wiggled beneath me as I started slowly at first, then faster and harder, building on her cues.

  She needed this as bad as I had needed this. She needed me. That thought pushed me to bring her to the same level of ecstasy she had just done for me.

  I found her sweet pearl, hard as a rock and begging for attention and I licked and sucked until she was pressing hard back into my face. It didn’t take long of that before she was there. I stayed with it until she was all the way there, loving her in the best way that I could.

  I wanted to tell her how sexy she was and how beautiful she looked with her head thrown back, wild passion on her face, but I couldn’t speak with my mouth full.

  Then… the release. She cried out in that moment of eruption and it was so intense and raw and real, that I found myself nearly climaxing again as well. Then we both collapsed beside each other, spent, and happy.

  She giggled and muttered, “So good. So, fucking good.”

  I rolled over onto my back, arms splayed by my side, exhausted and content. She curled her naked body up close to mine and put her arm across my chest.

  “Yes. Yes, it was.”

  Strands of hair around her face were wet and stuck to her skin, the bed beneath us was soaked, and her beautiful, full lips were glistening as she smiled at me. She was gorgeous and that afterglow just highlighted it even more.

  It was the best sex I’d had in a long time, honestly; possibly ever. That was probably the most unexpected tryst I’d ever had, as well. Sometimes unexpected things can be the very best things.

  Chapter 15

  The next day was kind of weird, and we didn’t talk about what happened. When I saw Astrid around campus, she acted the same as she always had before, and not at all like we had just had wild, passionate sex with one another the night before. Honestly, I was grateful for it. I wasn’t sorry about the sex with her, but I didn’t want things getting all weird between us now when we still had to go to vampire school together.

  Just saying that in my head was weird. Turning into a vampire had completely changed my life, and I wasn’t even through with my education yet. The more I learned about the vampire world and magic, the more exciting but overwhelming it all seemed. There was this entire hidden world within my own world, and I had never known anything about it.

  Sometimes, I just needed to get away from it all. Some time away from the school and all the vampire talk, just to feel like I was “normal” again, was just what I needed to keep sane during it all.

  I mean, if I had the option to just give it all up and go back to my ordinary life, I wouldn’t. There’s no way in hell I would give up the power and immortality and amazing sex life I had gained since The Turn. Being a vampire was sexy and exciting, and I’d only barely scratched the surface of all it could be – all that I could be. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t still an adjustment period.

  And this was why I liked to go out into town and blow off some steam. Learning all this new stuff was tedious. Following the rules all day long was a bore. I couldn’t wait until I graduated and was free to come and go as I please. Then, I could really unleash my true potential as a vampire. Until then, I snuck out and visited the local bars and clubs to occupy my time.

  All I needed was a few drinks in me to start feeling like I ruled the world. Seriously, I don’t know what it was about alcohol that made me feel invincible but a few drinks down and I suddenly felt like the top of the world. With my two favorite human playthings gone, I needed some fresh meat for my loneliness and my libido.

  And this was precisely how I fell into the path of Damien. He was tall, dark, and broody and one particularly drunken night, I made it my mission to get him to open up.

  I had seen him in this same bar for three nights in a row. He sat alone. He drank alone. And although there were plenty of other girls
with their eye on him, he didn’t seem interested in the slightest.

  I knew he had a story he didn’t want to share. Truth be told, I didn’t care about the story. I cared about what he was carrying inside those tight ass jeans.

  I watched him from afar for several drinks in, studying him like there would be a pop quiz after. He moved slowly, intentionally, and deliberately. He didn’t drink much. In fact, it seemed like he’d been nursing that same beer all night long.

  When I sensed the moment was right, I decided to make my move. After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, I made my way across the bar to where he was sitting alone. Now I just needed to think of a good way to get his attention. He was a man who seemed very lost in his own troubles, and I suspected the last thing he wanted or needed was to add to them. Instead, I’d need to show him a fun, light time.

  Just a couple of feet away from him, I froze in my tracks. Replaying what I was going to say in my head again for the twelfth time, I took a deep breath before heading in. If only I could get better at mind control. I could make this guy do anything I wanted…

  That was when I saw Propanga. By all logic, she shouldn’t be here at all. It was a far jump from her conservative personality, and she was risking getting in trouble herself. I concluded she must have followed me here to see what I was up to, because there was no way she’d be here of her own accord. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, she was right in front of me and before I had the chance to even say hello, she was on my case.

  “Carmilla,” she scolded. “What are you doing here?” She pointed to the beer I was still carrying in my hand.

  “Hey, I’m 21. It’s totally legal,” I protested, rolling my eyes at her and trying to make light of it.

  But Propanga was quick to remind me, “Not that. Besides, alcohol doesn’t affect you the same way now, Carmilla, remember?”

  “Yeah, cuz now that my body can heal itself, I can drink all night long,” I laughed. “In fact, I could drink any man in here under the table. I wonder if anyone here tonight is willing to take that bet.”

  “Carmilla, no,” Propanga tried to warn me, but it was a lost cause. I was going to do what I wanted to do. I’d been that way since birth, if my mother was to be believed. Propanga had been my roommate long enough to have figured this out.

  “Hey all you bastards!” I shouted in the bar as loud as I could, waving my beer up in the air and grabbing the attention of at least half the men and a few of the women, too. “Who’s up for a little challenge?”

  Propanga facepalmed, and I knew I’d be hearing it nonstop from her when this was over, but hey, a girl deserves a little fun now and then, right?

  At first, only a couple of people looked my way, but I said it again louder and then climbed up onto a nearby table.

  “I propose, a drinking game!” I shouted, raising my glass in the air. “If you can outdrink me, you can come home with me tonight!”

  Several men cheered, some women rolled their eyes but at least one or two looked interested, and Propanga had that little vein in her forehead popping out like happened every time she got upset.

  Hey, if you’re gonna go for it, go all in, right?

  That was when I looked past the sea of faces to the hunky guy in the back. Mister Mysterious. Mr. One Beer All Night Long.

  Yeah, he wasn’t going to participate in this show, was he? I just needed to do something to distract Propanga anyway. But now that I had issued this challenge, well, I wasn’t going to back down.

  A crowd started to form around me of people who wanted to play my little drinking game. Most of them looked like scraggly middle-aged men, but I wasn’t too concerned since I knew there was no way any of them were going to win.

  But this little game was always great for scoring free drinks.

  I was able to get nearly every guy in the bar buying me drinks and shots with the hopes they’d outdrink me and get to spend the night with me.

  Of course, that never happened. See, something people don’t know about vampires – I didn’t know before the Academy myself – is that we can be hurt. We bleed like any normal human would. We get broken bones, cuts and abrasions, and other injuries.

  However, we heal super quickly, so quickly, in fact, that to an untrained eye, it could appear we are invincible. But big injuries will always take a little longer. If you cut off my hand, it’s not going to grow back in an instant, for example.

  But along with the super-healing comes the ability to hardly ever get drunk. If I drink enough alcohol quickly enough, I can feel intoxicated, but it takes massive amounts. And one of the only ways I can do this is by playing little games like this, so the rounds of drinks keep coming (free of charge).

  I had definitely proven myself right about being able to drink any man in the joint under the table. I hardly felt buzzed and I’d been at it for hours. Maybe it was time to just call it a night. This was getting boring.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw my mark still sitting at his solo spot at the bar. He didn’t seem impressed with my antics. In fact, at one point I could have sworn we made eye contact and he rolled his eyes at me.

  Like, what is that even about?

  But I wouldn’t give up that easy. I liked a challenge. In fact, when they played a little hard to get, it was a lot more fun.

  Oh well, I thought before finding myself a new target. At least for tonight, I’d get my fill of some other cute guy; one who wasn’t such a grumpy grouch. Giving up on the game I had clearly won, I decided to find my own date for the evening.

  Chapter 16

  I probably would have gotten myself in trouble that night if Astrid hadn’t come over to help Propanga wrangle me out of there and back to the dorms. It was already past curfew, so we had to sneak in. Thankfully, Propanga had been practicing her magic and lucky for us, she was pretty damn good at cloaking.

  “Be quiet, Carmilla, so we can get back in undiscovered,” Astrid whispered as Propanga put a cloaking spell on us. I giggle a little, then stuck my face in Astrid’s shoulder to muffle the sound.

  I was surprised at how friendly I had gotten with Astrid. Honestly, she seemed like a bit of a ditz on our first meeting and I had never been the snobbish type, but I didn’t see us hitting it off like we did. Experimental sex aside, I actually really liked her. Imagine that?

  Deep down, I hoped she liked me, too. I secretly hoped that we’d have another night like that really sexy night in my room. But I didn’t have the guts to tell her that. I’d spent far too long acting like I didn’t care about such things and old habits die hard, even when you become a vampire.

  So instead, she was my #2 Best Friend, and could always be counted on to lend a hand when I had done something stupid or needed rescuing like this.

  I went back to the same bar one more time after that and saw my hunky guy still there, in his same old spot. When I tried to approach him, he paid his tab and left. The bartender cleaned up his spot, but not before I caught a glimpse of the name on the credit card receipt.

  Damien.

  You ever notice how some people just seem to really fit their names? Like their mothers and fathers went to some fortune teller before the kid was born and said, “Eh, tell me what kind of personality this kid is going to have so we don’t royally screw up their name.” Because there just doesn’t seem to be any way naturally that someone could pick a more perfect and fitting name for someone who they had not even met yet.

  Yup, that was Damien. He was every bit a Damien, so much so that it made me smile. I’m going to find out what you’re about, Damien, I thought to myself.

  “What are you having?” the bartender asked me, startling me out of my thoughts.

  “Oh, um,” I looked up across the bar into the deep blue eyes of Cindy. She worked most nights here, except Wednesday. I wasn’t quite sure what she thought of me, but she definitely knew who I was. “You know what, Cindy? I think I’m done for tonight. Can you go ahead and cash out my tab, please?”

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��Sure thing, sweets,” she said, giving me a wink. “But if you’re planning to catch that big hunk of a guy, I don’t think he’s in a flirting mood.”

  “Hey, you just stick to making drinks and let me handle the romance, alright?” I teased. In actuality, I’d spent enough time in bars to know that the bartender was usually spot-in about the people who came in here. Never known anyone to be as good a reader of people as someone tending bar.

  After settling up my bill, I left on my own, alone. Typically, it’s not advisable for a young woman after dark, to be leaving a bar alone. But… I wasn’t just any young woman.

  I had superstrength, for one. While I was still working on my newfound vampire powers in the Academy, I was definitely stronger and more capable than I had been as a human.

  This thought floated in my head as I walked back to campus alone. It was a warm night, still hot and muggy, especially as I got closer to the River. As I rounded the corner to turn onto my street, I heard something behind me.

  It sounded like footsteps, but when I turned, there was no one there. I began walking and had the feeling that someone was watching me. Turning again, I didn’t see anyone else on the street or the sidewalk, but the feeling wouldn’t leave me.

  And then, I was almost certain I saw him out of the corner of my eye. It was a very large and familiar man. Damien.

  Was he… following me? But why?

  I wanted to turn around and shout out to him, let him know I was on to him and ask him what he was doing, but then I thought better of it. I mean, I’d been trying to get his attention for a long time now, right?

  One might even argue that I had been stalking him since I kept spying on him at the bar and also trying to get him to talk to me. Picking a fight didn’t seem like a good idea right now, but I did want to know why he was following me.

  I saw him again out of the corner of my eye. He was in the dark, but my night vision was incredibly strong these days and I could still make out his figure.

  “Hey, why are you –“ I called out as I turned around, expected to catch him following me. Instead, I saw him disappear.