Bites & Bruises (ManxMan)

Two

The sound of someone humming deep in their throat had me stirring from my slumber with a groan. I stretched out beneath the warm covers, slowly becoming aware of my surrounding and realizing I wasn't alone.

My body tensed and in a flash I was sitting upright, a low noise leaving me as my gaze snapped to movement at the far end of the room.

A man was sitting in an arm chair, the humming now stopped as his cold eyes met mine. He slowly raised an eyebrow and then let his gaze drop to the cup of red liquid he was holding, blood. Not just any blood though, human.

At the smell I could feel my hunger grow and I licked my lips.

"What are you doing in my house?"

My eyes flickered to the man and I opened my mouth to speak before closing it again. My thoughts were jumbled, too distracted by the scent of the delicious blood to really pay attention to the words the man were saying.

He lent forward in the chair, the old leather whining. A crack in the curtains let moon light shine through and illuminate the man's face as he rested his elbows on his knees and watched me with a calculated look.

When I didn't respond, the man got up from his seat and in a flash was over me, his hand wrapped around my throat. I should have growled, bared my fangs yet as soon as our skin touched I couldn't help but want to feel more of him.

"I said, what are you doing in my house?"

The man was beautiful. That's the first thing that went through my head, he was breathtakingly handsome with dark tousled hair and a six o'clock shadow on his jaw. His plump pink lips did little to settle my thoughts and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to suck on his lower lip that was just waiting to be swollen.

Oh my, I'm getting hard.

Swallowing, I tore my gaze away from the man and tried to get past the wave of desire that washed over me.

"I got told to stay here for the night, I didn't know it was occupied."

The man growled low in his throat and flexed in fingers, I was powerless to look away and I watched a flicker of emotions cross his face before finally settling with annoyed. "You need to go, your stinking up the place."

"Excuse me?"

His eyes darkened and a sly grin danced across those lips. "Seems like the little vamp needs a hearing aid."

I couldn't help but laugh slightly and the man squeezed my throat harder before he let go and in a flash was back in his chair, swirling the crimson liquid round the glass. My throat hurt and I knew that if I was human, I'd be left with bruises.

"I don't need a hearing aid, I just didn't think a stranger would be so rude."

He bought the glass to his lips and drank slowly. I couldn't help but enjoy the deep throaty sound he made when he did so, it got my blood racing and heat searing to all the right places.

"You thought wrong then didn't you little vamp, this is my home and I don't like to share," He gestured to my clothes with a flick of his wrist. "Now get your shit on and get out of here before I kill you."

In a flash I was dressed and zipping up my jacket before I paused to recall the strange person's words last night. "I'm supposed to go see the Mayor tonight."

The man acted like he was utterly bored and with a dramatic sigh he glanced up from his glass to shoot me a dirty look. "So?"

"So," I began, licking my lips and noticing the way his gaze instant went to the movement. "I don't know where he is and I was wondering if you could take me," I cleared my throat, feeling like I needed to explain myself. "I'm wanting to settle down here and find a place of my own."