Sexual Appetites of Vampires

by Donna Fletcher

  “Can I have my pajama bottom?” she asked much too tempted to remain half naked in front of him. After all it would only take a quick yank of his sweatpants to have him naked. Yup, the thought was just too damn tempting.

  “They have blood on them. I’ll lend you something of mine.”

  That wasn’t good, then she’d have his scent on her. Just like her scent simulated him, his scent stimulated her—big time.

  He braced his hands on either side of her again. “It’s torture for me, having you here so close and not being able to do anything about it, since I will not take what is not given freely.”

  “I should go to my room,” she said his body pressing lightly against hers.

  “Stay here,” he said his sweatpants whispering against her clitoris and sending it tingling wildly.

  She sucked in her breath, trying to gain control of her passion that was screaming I want, I want, I want. She needed to get away from him or she’d do something she’d regret or would she?

  Come on let’s have fun, her libido shouted.

  “I need to go,” she said and pushed past him, out the bathroom door and into his bedroom. He followed her, though didn’t stop her, though his words did as her hand reached for the doorknob.

  “What are you afraid of?”

  “I’m not afraid,” she said turning with a toss of her head.

  “Then let me love you.”

  Love. Is that what she was afraid of that she’d fall in love with this unearthly creature and what future would there be in that? Or did she take this moment in time, a few precious days, and simply enjoy him and not worry what followed?

  “Why fight what you—and I—so badly want?”

  “No bites?” she asked in a whisper. If he didn’t bite her then it would just be a man and a woman making love, enjoying each other while stuck in a snowstorm, nothing more.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  For now. Her thought startled her and she hoped Michael didn’t hear it.

  He held his hand out to her.

  I will not take what is not given freely. His words echoed in her head. Was she about to surrender to him?

  She smiled and instead made it her choice by hurrying over to him, throwing her arms around his neck, and giving him a kiss that let him know just that. His arms instantly circled her, yanking her up against him, and she reveled in the feel of just how hard he was for her.

  Her body’s tortuous need for him surprised her. After all, it hadn’t been that long ago that he had satisfied her—quite thoroughly—yet here she was aching for him as if she hadn’t had sex in ages. She had never felt so drawn to a man, and she intended to get her fill while she could, if she could.

  He pulled his mouth away from hers and yanked her top off. A shot of cold air hit her or was it his breath? Whatever it was hardened her already hard nipples more.

  She raised her leg to pull off her sock.

  “No,” he ordered with a smile. “Leave them on. You look,” —his smile grew— “delicious in them.”

  His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck, then he yanked her forward to meet his lips... lips as hungry as hers. They tempted, tormented, and teased to the point of orgasm.

  It was like they were lovers who had been lost in time and had finally been reunited and could not get enough of each other. His hands explored her body with exquisite acuteness, as if familiarizing himself with every bare inch of her. Or was he was claiming every bare inch of her?

  She wanted to do both to him, familiarize and claim every inch of him.

  Her hands began to roam over his chest and when they got to his waist, she realized that he still wore his sweatpants. No, no, no, she thought, they had to come off. She slipped the waistband down his hips, and though she didn’t want to stop kissing him, or disturb his hands that were doing divine things to her, she had to so that she could quickly get him naked.

  Lara pulled her mouth off his, bent down and yanked his pants down past his ankles, so that he could slip right out of them when he moved, and then she bounced back up, though not all the way.

  His jutting penis brushed her cheek, stopping her.

  He was big. Bigger and thicker than any man she had ever been with, which of course got her even more excited than she already was, though how that was possible she’d never know. And of course with it being right there in her face, so lusciously close, she had the urge to taste.

  She was yanked up so fast that it made her head spin.

  “No you don’t,” he said. “I damn well won’t be able to control myself if you take me in your mouth.”

  She smiled at the thought.

  He frowned. “Remember... vampire.”

  “But I’m not and I want to taste you.” Only this time she went up on her toes to reach his neck and nibbled along it with her teeth. She felt his whole body stiffen, and she continued her teasing assault, fueling her own need.

  Suddenly, his arm went around her waist and the next thing she knew they were in his bed with him on top of her.

  “You’re playing with fire,” he warned a hint of red sparking in his eyes before he once again kissed her.

  After that, time seemed to stop and she felt as if she was caught in a sensual vortex where her senses were so heightened that the slightest touch sent quivers of pleasure stinging her flesh. Michael’s lips followed his hands, wherever he touched, he kissed and he touched her everywhere. She tried to reach out and do the same, but her limbs were too sedated with passion to move.

  “Michael. Oh, God, Michael, please!”

  She cringed at the sound of her pleading tone, but then she couldn’t help it. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. It was where he belonged. She cringed again. What the hell was wrong with her thinking he belonged there?

  “Damn it, Michael!” she yelled and punched his shoulder. He laughed, and she damned him again.

  “That’s so you will never forget our first time together.”

  And before she could say a word, she felt him drive into her and, oh my God, did it feel fantastic!

  She grabbed onto his muscled arms and held tight as he drove her to heights of unadulterated passion. Thought wasn’t possible, breathing was rapid, and what she felt was indescribably beautiful.

  Then she climaxed.

  Lara didn’t think she could scream that loud or long, but then she never climaxed like that before, never thought it was even possible. It was beyond mind-blowing, beyond believable as wave after wave quivered her body senseless.

  What sent even more quivers through her was watching Michael come, his head tossed back and a long groan spilling from his lips as he drove in and out of her until he finally finished, collapsing on top of her.

  She kept her arms around him, loving the feel of their bodies plastered against each other, as if they were forever joined. And she never wanted to let him go.

  Michael eased out of her arms onto his back and pulled her to rest against him. “I hope the snowstorm lasts longer than predicted, for I want you to myself for as long as possible, though I fear my thirst for you is far too great to ever quench.”

  “You quenched my thirst ever so,” —she smiled, though scrunched her brow— “now that I think of it, I’m sure I’ll be thirsty again soon.”

  He laughed and hugged her against him.

  A chill took hold of her and she shivered.

  He was quick to pull the sheet and quilt over them and to her surprise he eased her away from him.

  “Something wrong?” she asked.

  “You’ve lost some of your body heat to me and I don’t want to draw anymore from you until you warm up, so my body will be cold to the touch and only make you colder.”

  Lara closed the short distance between them and wrapped herself around him. “Cold or not, I don’t care. I love being in your arms and want to be there as long as possible.”

  Forever would do.

  How did one slap a hand over her mind to stop it from t
hinking? Besides, why was she even thinking that?

  “And I love having you in my arms.”

  She dare not think about the many things she wished she could say to him for fear of him hearing her. She wondered if he could feel how content she was at this moment. She smiled and looked at him. “Thank you for the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  He grinned. “Oh, sweetheart, the best sex is yet to come.”

  Chapter 10

  Lara woke hungry, though this time for food. She didn’t know if she’d been sleeping only a few minutes or hours. All she knew was that she was hungry, a post-condition of sex. It never failed, sex always left her stomach growling.

  She sighed when she realized she lay on her side hugging the edge of the bed, another post-condition of sex. It was almost as if she was trying to get away from the guy she had just slept with, but she hadn’t felt that way about Michael, so why was she hugging the edge of the bed? Habit no doubt.

  She turned slowly not wanting to disturb Michael if he was sleeping, which he was and she smiled. He was such a gorgeous man and thoughtful, two qualities that would make for a great husband. But there was that one snag... he was a vampire.

  Her stomach reminded her of why she had woken and as quietly as possible she slipped out of bed. She grabbed Michael’s black sweatshirt off the chaise, slipped it on, and hurried out of the room. Thankfully the lights were on in the hall and she sped down it, a smile spreading wide when she made it to the stairs without the lights going out.

  With her stomach grumbling much too loudly, she made her way to the kitchen and flipped on the lights. It was still dark outside and she looked to the microwave clock to see the time, 6:05. Sunrise wasn’t for another hour. She did look out the window to see if it was still snowing, but it was difficult to see anything with it still being dark. Besides, she didn’t want to think of leaving Michael, at least not just yet.

  She went to the fridge and gathered the makings for a spinach and mushroom omelet and got busy. She also put the kettle on, dying for a cup of tea. She chopped and beat and hummed to herself, since her singing was so horrible that she couldn’t even stand listening to it.

  She turned the boiling tea water down when the kettle began to whistle and was about to start cooking her omelet when she turned and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He wore the sweatpants that matched his sweatshirt she was wearing. His hair was rumpled, making him look more sexy than he already was, however, the spark of red in his eyes worried her.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  He walked over to her, took the bowl from her hands, sat it on the counter, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue shooting into her mouth with an urgency that she immediately responded to.

  His hands dropped to her waist and with a quick lift, she was sitting on the edge of the counter. His hands rushed to push his sweatpants down while their mouths continued to feast on one another. His hands went around her waist and yanked her forward.

  A deep gasp rose up in her throat, and she had to tear her mouth away from his to release it when she felt him hard and probing against her. She reached down, grabbing hold of him, and before guiding him inside her, she caressed her clitoris with the tip of his penis and let out a moan that echoed off the kitchen walls and heated her cheeks red.

  After that she wasn’t sure how he got inside her, but she was glad he did. And even more glad when he yanked her forward, forcing himself deeper inside her.

  With his hands tight at her waist, he urged, “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did and he began to drive in and out her with a force that rattled her bones and sent her passion soaring.

  “I’m going to come, damn it” she cried annoyed, wanting the exquisite anticipation to last a bit longer.

  “More than once,” he said with conviction and slammed into her.

  She toppled over into a breath-stealing climax and let herself drift and enjoy the exquisite sensation and just when she thought it done another climax gripped her and sent her reeling, Michael joining her.

  After sanity, somewhat, returned, Lara rested her brow on Michael’s shoulder, while her hands lay limp on his arm muscles that continued to throb from exertion. His head rested against hers and his hands remained at her waist, and he remained inside her. That was fine with her, she liked him there.

  They stayed that way for a while, resting and reveling in the aftermath of quick, yet damn good sex. Lara still couldn’t quite wrap her head around at what she had been missing all these years. It felt so good, so right, so perfect with Michael and that was the catch... it was Michael that had made the difference.

  Michael eased out of her as he eased her further back on the counter, though he kept his hands at her waist, as if he wasn’t ready to let go. “You were gone when I woke,”

  “I was hungry, for food this time.”

  “You don’t understand,” he said, “I should have woken when you did.”

  “You didn’t have to wake with me. I can see to feeding myself,” she assured him.

  “That’s not the point.” He shook his head. “I should have sensed you waking and I didn’t.”

  “And there’s something wrong with that because...”

  “Because I was so content from making love to you that I slept more deeply than I normally would.”

  She grinned and wiggled her shoulders as she sang, “I have power over a vampire.”

  His eyes sparked red and she stopped, seeing that she had angered him. Their eyes held and his eyes grew redder, and then... her stomach grumbled.

  “You need to eat,” he said and lifted her off the counter.

  She couldn’t help but shiver, thinking how powerful he was and that it was more than just physical strength.

  “You’re cold,” he said. “Is there something I can get from your room that you can slip on?”

  “Gray and white stripe flannel bottoms in my suitcase.” He nodded and turned to leave when she asked, “Is there anything you can eat for breakfast?’

  “I usually have fruit.”

  “I’ll have it waiting for you,” she said and heard him chuckle as she turned to open the fridge. It took her a moment to find the containers of cut fruit and when she turned, she gasped, glad she was holding them tight.

  Michael stood a hair’s breath away from her, holding her flannel bottoms.

  He took the containers from her and handed her the bottoms.

  She hurried into them. “Well, I guess I’ll never beat you in a race.”

  He laughed. “That’s a given.”

  Her stomach really let out a good grumble this time.

  Michael took her by the shoulders and pointed her toward the stove. “Cook. I’ll see to the fruit.”

  They took the meal into the cozy room off the kitchen. Michael started a fire in the now cold hearth and then sat beside her on the sofa.

  They ate and talked on various subjects, avoiding the obvious ones until they were finished and settled back in the sofa.

  Lara rubbed her arms, feeling a bit chilled and Michael went and put another few logs on the fire. He also grabbed the soft wool throw off the back of the chair and draped it over Lara’s shoulders before he returned to his seat.

  Lara tucked the blanket around her, thinking she wouldn’t mind it being his arms that kept her warm, but when he reached out and took her socked-covered foot and began massaging it, she changed her mind.

  She relaxed, not wanting to think beyond this moment, though curiosity had a way of poking at her. She tried to ignore the pokes and think of nothing but how great he was at giving a foot massage. His fingers were strong, the pressure hard and her feet ever so grateful. Yet the pokes continued.

  “You have something you want to ask me?” he said.

  “You read me as easily as an open book.”

  “You keep leaving the book open.”

  “Then I’ll have to close it,” she said with a determined smile.

  He laughed
. “I’d just pick up the audio version.”

  She shook her head, though continued smiling. “You’re impossible.”

  “That is a trait of mine you should be aware of, but back to what it was you wanted to ask me.”

  “I’m curious—”

  “Curiosity killed the cat,” he reminded.

  “But satisfaction brought her back,” she said with a grin.

  He smiled. “Your question?”

  “Do you ever regret being a vampire?”

  “I can’t say that I do. It’s my heritage and knowing my family history, I must admit I’m proud of my grandfather for all he has done to create a loving family of strong and courageous creatures.”

  Curiosity kept poking, and so she asked, “With your grandfather cursed how did he ever find a woman to—”

  “Accept who he is?”

  “Love him regardless for who he is,” she said, “especially over two hundred years ago. Myths, fears and ignorance flourished.”

  “My grandfather never let fear rule him, though he’s been quick to point out that it’s not that he has never feared anything. He just doesn’t let fear rule his decisions, his life. He always took chances and he never regretted the choices he made, though he will admit to making some mistakes. However, he told me, from when I was very young, it’s not just admitting your mistakes but from learning from them that makes the difference. Besides he claimed that without mistakes we never see the true worth of wise decisions.”

  “He sounds like a remarkable man, but then he would have to be to have not only survived such a dreadful curse, but thrived in spite of it.”

  “It was a challenge, but he accepted it and did what he needed to do. Besides, he had someone there to help him.”

  “Your grandmother?”

  Michael smiled and chuckled. “A woman far beyond her years, even more so than my grandfather. They make a good pair, but then they have been through much together.”

  “So your grandfather knew your grandmother before he was cursed and became a vampire?”

  “Yes, they were lovers.”

  “Wasn’t she afraid of what he had become? It wasn’t like he had someone to teach him how to be a vampire. He was on his own with no guidance.”