Wishful Sinful [REVISED]

Part 17: The Perils of Donuts

He closed his eyes again and visualized the two of them back at the karaoke lounge, dancing together among the thronging crowd; just like that, there he was, in the vision, along with her, holding her close. Someone behind Lisha bumped her, crushing her against Jared's chest. He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, then slid his hands down to cup her ass and grind her against him. Emboldened by the way she rubbed herself against him, he slid one hand through the high slit in her dress, cupping her pussy in the palm of his hand.

Lisha leaned back and looked up at him, but she didn't force his hand down. She was flush, down to her collar bone. "What if someone sees us?" she asked, a teasing smile curling her lips.

"So what if they do?" he asked, slipping his index finger past the elastic seam and stroking her clit, nice and slow, then leaning in to kiss her neck. He whispered in her ear, "Do you want this?"

She tipped her head back and moaned.

"Tell me you want it, or I'll stop," he vowed, slipping his finger down lower to toy with her labia, stroking lightly between them without actually entering her.

"Please," she panted, and he could still hear her over the music. "I want it. I want you."

Jared got down on his knees and eased her panties to the floor, lifting first one boot then the other to help her step free of them. No one around them seemed to be paying them any mind, but Lisha snuck nervous glances toward the crowd.

"No," Jared ordered. "Look at me. Only at me. I want you to watch me claim you." With that, he slipped two fingers inside her, thumbing her clit all the while, shifting the skirts of her dress and biting into her hip, within the dream, gazing up at her with his vamped-out eyes.

Lisha came all over his fingers, bucking her hips against his hand. Something about the taste of her blood and the smell of her wet cunt triggered a memory of caressing Kora's naked body with a white lily from the bouquet he'd just bought her, the night he'd proposed, while they drank Red Zinfandel straight from the bottle; he quashed it back down, reeling back from the bite in both the dream, and in reality.

Shaking his head to clear the images of both Kora and Lisha, Jared bit his own thumb. A drop of sanguinem beaded and swelled. He touched it first to one puncture, then the other, marveling when they healed instantly.

"You feel full?" Erik asked quietly. "Or do you need the other one?"

The rusted taste at the back of his throat fairly choking him, Jared just shook his head, settling back into the covers, jeans and all, to try to sleep off the mood that had overtaken him. Whether or not a Morpheus vampire had any powers to send himself off into dreaming, Jared wasn't sure; sleep claimed him so efficiently, nonetheless, that he didn't even hear the muffled giggling, as Lenore joined Erik and Paul in the other bed.

Jared awoke to Lenore shaking him by the shoulder, grinning like a fool. The sun must not've been set yet, as a fatigue greater than any he'd known before, weighed his limbs down to the mattress. He tried to roll over and escape her, but she sat down beside him on the bed.

"The girls just left. Fear not, I locked the door behind them. They woke me up to make sure no one could sneak in and rob us, or whatnot, after they left."

"Good," Jared mumbled, turning his face into the pillow. "Sleep."

"No, stay up with me, please. The show is tonight. Aren't you excited?"

He forced his eyes open. "Hating myself right now. Too angsty to be excited."

"Why? Because you got hungry? Not that it isn't shady to bite someone in their sleep, but that's how you were built. And I don't know how many people would consent to a vampire bite then keep the secret. I hate to admit it, but it seems like at least a little trickery is necessary for you guys to survive, undetected."