A Whole Bunch of Loki's

The Euphoric Rush - Vampire Loki - Part Three

I wasn't sure how I'd ended up there, but somehow I had ended up back at Loki's place with my back slammed against the wall as his lips attacked mine and his cold hands searched and prodded at my body.

Everything happened so quickly and one thing led to another at such a speed that by morning, when I'd woken up, it all seemed like the blur of a fading dream.

The only things cementing the reality of the situation were the unfamiliar room and then numbness of my body.

There wasn't a joint or muscle on me that didn't feel stiff or numb with each movement, when I'd lifted my head briefly off the pillow my vision swam and my head pounded uncomfortably.

An arm was slung over me and rest in the dip of my waist, the grip lax enough for me to be able to gradually shuffle out from underneath it, though it took a lot of effort to move at all.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and sat up despite my head's protests, a guttural groan escaping me as I did.

Feeling was slowly beginning to return and the more aftermath of sensations I felt, the more I wished that I could go back to being numb.

I already knew of the headache, that much was unignorable, but other aches and pains began to surface.

My hips felt bruised, my neck was burning red hot and there was a horribly suspicious wet and sticky feeling between my thighs that accompanied the soreness that pulsed through my centre.

It was a strange feeling, typically I would find a way to clean after a bought of sexual activity and I never went unprotected on the rare occasions it did happen, which truth be told had only been about twice in my life.

My hands didn't know where to go first, between my thighs to confirm my worst thought or to my neck to confirm my biggest suspicion.

In the end, my fingers ended up sliding along my neck, causing me to hiss as the already sensitive flesh stung at the light graze of my fingertip against two deep puncture wounds.

"Fuck," I whispered, pulling my hand away and inspecting the dried blood.

"That we definitely did."

Loki's sleep laden voice causes me to jump and twist to face him, my entire body screaming in protest at the sharp movement.

He's pushed himself up on his elbows, his dark hair messier than the previous night which I hadn't thought would be possible, a spatter of blood decorates his pale mouth and reddens his lips.

The pillow he had been resting on had small red stains atop of it and my curiosity started growing.

I didn't need the cover to slip any lower down his hips than it already had to confirm that we were both still fully nude, but my eyes still travelled over his body on their own accord.

"I feel like shit," I muttered, rubbing at my eyes with the hand that wasn't tipped with blood.

"Aw, what I that bad?" He tilted his head with a pout, his hair falling over his eyes.

The affect of this look and the gloomy lighting in the room made my arousal spike a little, which in turn made me curse my soft spot for guys with long and messy hair.

Especially men as devastatingly handsome as the vampire before me.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully, "I barely remember it."

"Harsh, but no surprise," he shrugged, falling back down and resting his head on top of his hands, "you were pretty high."

"High?" I practically yelled, "I don't take drugs."

"You don't have to," his gleaming eyes flickered towards me and he smirked, "don't you know that being bitten by a vampire is one of the ultimate highs?"

"I'd heard rumours," I answered quietly, feeling foolish at not having thought of it.

"It's why the place is called The Euphoric Rush, it's just that for both biter and bitee."

"Is that even a word?"

"No," Loki chuckled, "I should trademark it."

"Because I'm sure people are scrambling to steal that genius title."

"They should be."

My heart fluttered involuntarily as he smiled at me, running a thumb across his bottom lip to rub off the dried blood.

As if in reaction to seeing my blood on his skin being so callously wiped away, the wound on my neck throbbed and I grit my teeth, trying to hold back a wince.

"I should get going," I mumbled, standing up from the edge of the bed.

"Already? It's barely midday."

"That's late for us human, Loki and I have shit I've got to get done before work tomorrow."

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and pulled them on, trying to ignore the horrible feeling between my legs when the cotton of my underwear squished it together, I was going to have a very thorough shower later.

"You really have to go?"

Without turning around, I picked up my bra and shuffled into it before yanking on the rest of my clothes so harshly I was surprised that none of them tore.

"I do."

"Shame."

A cold hand caused me to jump as it ran over my now jean clad ass and then under the bottom of my shirt to rest on the curve of my hip, I hadn't heard him pull himself across the bed.

"I'd love to have another round before you left."

I smiled and looked down at him, resting my hand on top of his.

"You'll have to forgive me if I forego that, even if I'm breaking some one-night stand etiquette I'm not aware of."

"Whoever said I wanted this to be a one-night stand?"

"I guess I presumed."

"Presumption will lead you to a lot of trouble," he smirked, giving my ass a smack before shifting back into the bed and closing his eyes.

"I suppose, look I gotta go, but if you're serious about this not being a one time thing then I'll leave you my number and you can call me sometime."

"I promise that I will."

I laugh, but let that be the end of the conversation.

After bidding him a good sleep, I left the room and awkwardly navigated my way through the unfamiliar flat.

To say that it was significantly bigger than my own would have been the understatement of the century.

I managed to find my way to the front door, where my black leather handbag and shoes were sat waiting and was pleased to find that the door was unlocked, saving me any embarrassment of having to get him out of bed and sheepishly ask him for the keys.

Taking out the notebook and pen I always carried, I jotted down my number, ripped out the page and set it on the second shelf of the bookcase beside me.

Sparing a glance over my shoulder towards his room, I gave a small smile and rubbed at the still sore wound on my neck before leaving into the late October sunshine.