Fetish for my love [a book of smut]

my love

I dash through the crowded club, looking for her. Of course, this woman disappears. Been turned in less than 24 hours and has vanished. I know she's here; this is her favorite place. So many red eyes. As I dash down, a hand grabs my arm. Nearly yanking it out of its socket. I hiss and turn. Seeing an ugly, red-eyed man.

"Party with me, blood." He smiles, I cringe at the name.

"No, thank you," I say, trying to pull away from the man

"Why not? You should be honored a man like me wants you."

"I just want to find my friend." I huff, pulling away harder.

"You are-" a hand reaches over my shoulder and grabs the man's throat.

"Let her go, or I'll remove your head from your shoulders." A man says, his other hand wrapping around my waist.

"I just-"

"You dare disobey an Emperor? Shall I kill you for punishment, rat?"

The ugly man lets go, and before I can even turn around, we're in a different room. He places me on a couch and gently grabs my wrist. He looks at the red, he runs his thumb over it. He sighs and looks at me. I nearly gasp at the sight of him, dark black eyes, messy black hair. He's beautiful.

"I can make the pain go away; do you want that?" He hums, I nod. "Say you want me to."

"I want you to make the pain go away," I whisper, taking in his sent. Sickly sweet.

He brings his mouth to my wrist and lightly ghosts his lips over my wrist. He opens his mouth, showing his fangs. He bites into my wrist, and as he promised, the pain disappears. Replaced by a disturbing euphoria.

"Ah!" I gasp, he clenches my wrist hard. I cry out and grab his shoulder.

Still, though if he squeezed any harder, he'd break my wrist, I felt no pain. He reluctantly pulls away, my blood dripping down his chin. He looks up at me from his kneeling position. His eyes were now a deep red.

"I'm sorry, I- ... are you hurt?" He asks, I shake my head no. He lets go of me and stands. "Why are you here?"

"My friend, she ran off. She's just been turned. I'm sorry for causing trouble." I look at my wrist, rubbing the night mark.

"It will heal soon." He says, he lifts my chin to make me look at him. "You haven't caused trouble; your friend won't be here. New borns are allowed here."

I want him to bite me again, my friend now at the back of my mind. The feeling of being fed on is addictive, the absolute pleasure. I look at him and smile.

"What's your name?" I ask, trying to find a way to stay.

"Klaus." He sits beside me, "and yours?"

I look at him, I reach and whip a bit of blood from his neck.

"Y/n."

He clenches his jaw, then, from an outsider's point of view, attacks me. He leans over me, his mouth on mine. This is just as addictive, even more pleasurable. He pushes himself between my legs and holds my hands above my head.

He let out something of a growl, his head tucked in my neck. I whine, please! Please, bite me again!

He leans back, he looks gorgeous. His cheeks flushed and his eyes full of lust. He hums, pushing himself against me.

"You," he places a sloppy kiss on my jaw, "are addicting, I know why that boy wanted you."

I feel the heat spread through my body. He slips his arm in the crook of my knee, lifting my leg over his shoulder.

That night was the first and beginning of the greatest life I could have.

I sit in his suite, lounging on his sofa. I listen to him argue on the phone in the other room, I finish the chapter of my novel and place it down. I bring the collar of the sweater I'm wearing to my nose. I let his sent consume me. He always gives me his sweaters, loving the way they swallow me.

I lean over, grabbing my glass from the coffee table. I rarely drink wine, but when nights like this, I do. Klaus had demanded I spend the night and the following week at his apartment. Only then for the news to express extreme murders caused by the creatures. But all day he's been on call after call, screaming and yelling.

I hear his office door open and shut, and his feet dragging down the hall. I watch the fire and drink more of my wine. Klaus huffs and plops down beside me. I smile and look over at him, seeing him look exhausted. His eyes a black, with the deep bag.

"When was the last you fed?" I ask.

"Those little bastards have caused a shortage." He sighs, leaning his head back.

I rub the scar on my wrist and think about the pleasurable feeling. I place my glass back on the table and sling my leg over his. He looks up at me confused, I pull the collar of my sweater down and tilt my head.

"Fed off of me, on the collar bone."

He groans and shakes his head.

"The last time that happened- I won't do that again." He sighs, "you can't handle it."

He holds my waist and swallows. I know he wants to. I sigh, pulling the blade he kept in his side table drawer. I put into my flesh, drawing little blood. He groans and looks away.

"I said-"

I cut him off, pushing my hand against his mouth.

"I understand you were born like this, not turned like those things. But you need to feed! I will not take no for an answer. Do you want to become a murderer like them!?"

He stares wide-eyed, full of anger. He wasn't used to a human not being afraid of him. Hell, a woman who wouldn't do whatever he said is astonishing to him.

He pulls my hand away and leans to my collarbone. I tilt my head back and wait. Nervous, or been so long.

I wince at the pain of his teeth sinking into my skin. Of course, it's going to hurt. He isn't as willing as I am. He groans, aggressively wrapping his arm around my waist. He pulls me flush against him, digging his nails into my back.

"H-hey! Slow down!" I gasp, grabbing a fist full of his hair.

He pulls back, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"I need you. Please, let me love you."

I nod, letting him flip us. I lay there, watching him pull his shirt off. He tosses it, before yanking mine off. He groans and latches onto my collar bone.

"I'm going to mark you. Everywhere. Not a single creature will think twice about who you belong to." He growls, going to my ribs.

I scream in pleasure as his teeth sink into my flesh. He mumbles "mine" over and over as he bites many places.

He pulls my panties down, before placing a kiss on my lips. I watch him pull his pants down, kicking them off to the side.

"Let me?"

"Of course."

He smiles and lines himself up. He slowly begins to push himself in. Having sex with him is like having my first every time. He smiles and begins moving. I claw his bareback and let the pleasure spread through my body.

He leans on his one elbow, watching me and he picks up his pace. He holds my right hip, digging his nails in my skin. I grab a fistful of his hair and let every moan fall from my lips.

"Ah! Fuck! I can't, tell me your close!" He groans, placing his face in the crook of my neck. I nod, letting the knot in my lower navel take it to realize.

I throw my head back, hand clamped over my mouth. I let out a cry, and cum. Klaus begins at a rough speed. No longer gentle, he sinks his teeth into the skin above my breast and I feel myself become lightheaded.

His thrusts become sloppy and he throws every curse word I've heard at me. I gasp, cry over the simulation. He comes to a stop and lays his head on my chest.

"I love the way you taste." He hums, I only nod.

I can barely, keep my eyes open. He's right, I cant handle it. I'm just lucky he is an Emperor, not a newborn.