Bloodbank

Six

"We need to go now," Mason urged, running towards me and helping me stand.

"What's going on? Where's Scott?" I questioned, confused at how Mason had escaped, and how he had a massive rifle in his left hand. It was strange how my thoughts immediately went to Scott, seeing how he had treated me, but I couldn't help but think of his chiselled jawline and piercing green eyes.

"I got away, we need to go now!" Mason pleaded, gently tugging on my arm. I paused momentarily, wondering how on earth Mason escaped two alert vampires, and then went with him, down the stairs of the hotel and through the front doors, towards a pristine, glossy black motorbike. Mason climbed on, beckoning for me to follow. Cautiously, I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Where are we headed?" I asked

"Away from here," Mason looked directly into my eyes, his head turned towards me. Leaning forwards, I pressed my lips to his, feeling safer already beside him. I broke away, wanting to get away from the awful town as soon as possible, and he smiled, revving the engine of the motorbike, before speeding away into the setting sun.

*****

The journey through the desert was much less torturous than before. Not only was I free, and at ease on a vehicle, but I had Mason by my side, who I believed I was slowly falling for. Strangely, whenever I kissed him I thought only of Scott, but after the miserable few days I had endured, I wasn't sure I was even thinking straight.

The bike seemed to skid over the sand dunes at the speed of light, causing curtains of sand to cascade down the hills like rainfall, leaving a few wavy lines from the wheels behind us. I had nothing to worry about when I was with Mason. His body heat kept me warm in the freezing desert night, and the rifle was stored in the seat below us, which I knew he would use to protect me against anything that could harm me. Like Scott, who I would never see again. Scott, who I couldn't seem to not think about.

Mason appeared to know where he was going, and I trusted that. He had been outside of the bunker more than I ever had, which was probably why he knew how to use the rifle. Or at least I kept telling myself that.

After hours of riding the waves of sand like a surfer, a small, glowing dot of a city appeared on the horizon; still hours away, but a glimpse of hope, of starting again. In a place where nobody knew how valuable my blood was, or that we were both escapees.

As we reached the bottom of the hundredth sand dune, Mason stopped the motorbike, and climbed off it, extending a hand out to help me off. The moon was high in the sky, meaning it was around midnight, and we had been riding for several hours.

"It's about four hours to the city, you should get some sleep," Mason said, leaning the bike against the dune, "I'll keep watch,"

"What about you?" I asked, the bags under his eyes even more prominent than when I had last seen him.

"I'll be fine," he replied, and I leaned forwards, him being a head taller than me, and pressed my lips to his. I intended for the kiss to be short and sweet, as a sign of gratitude, but the longer our lips were locked together, the more passionate it became, as he pushed me against a sand dune, unbuttoning my dirty dress, our lips never leaving each other.

I unzipped his trousers, pulling them down, off his legs and throwing them by the motorbike, practically tearing off his shirt in hunger, revealing a defined six pack that only made my lust stronger. He smiled, pulling off my dress with ease, leaving both of us standing in the freezing desert in just our underwear.

"I don't need sleep," I muttered, pressing my lips to his again, but he gently pulled away.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice hiding a trace of guilt, but I nodded, and we resumed, him unhooking my bra and pulling down my panties as I removed his boxers, his erection more prominent now as he squeezed my breasts, grinding against the sand dune.

I gasped as he inserted himself into me, pounding against the floor, my hands gripping his muscular back like I was holding on for dear life. We rolled over in the sand as his weight became unbearable, leaving me on top as I continued to thrust myself into him, his tongue in my mouth, exuding passion.

It was mostly a heat of the moment thing; neither love or lust, but both. A few times during our night together I could've sworn I saw Scott's face instead of Mason's, but I blamed the dim light for it.

Mason moaned beneath me as I, too, reached orgasm, and rolled off him, kissing him one last time on the cheek, before drifting off into a deep sleep, his arms around me protectively.

I didn't know then how much I would come to regret my actions that night.

******* Author's Note *******

I hope y'all enjoyed that lil slice of smut.
Don't forget to comment and vote! Constructive criticism is always welcome, but I'm an extremely stubborn person and I probably won't follow your advice :)

love, Moist  xxxxxxx