Okay before we start. I'm just going to warn you that this story is seriously sexual. It contains scenes of nudity, sex and blood play. If Wattpad had a M rating, that's what this would be. But hey, you're forewarned.
Jack looked around the cramped room and wondered what the hell he was getting himself into. The two others were stood casually chatting to a couple of very pretty young women and he frowned at them. He wished he were so confident. But when he paid attention, he realised he was being beckoned over. He frowned but left his place by the wall and drifted over to join them. The pretty girls smiled dazzling smiles for him but all he did was nod. Unbeknownst to him, both of them were secretly hoping that they would be the one to make this dark, mysterious, good-looking young man come out of his shell.
He paid attention to the conversation now, occasionally commenting but mostly content to just listen. Although he was listening to their heartbeats, their voices were just as tempting and he found that he needed to concentrate just to avoid ripping their throats out then and there. When he looked across at the others, he noticed that they looked hungry, nowhere near as hungry as he felt but it reassured him that he wasn’t the only one.
“I’m going to go and get some air,” the blonde girl said. She was probably about nineteen and she had sapphires for eyes and solid gold for hair. “Would you mind?” she asked, talking directly to Jack with a hopeful, though not innocent, smile.
“One moment,” he said to the two others, and they responded with encouraging smiles. He bit the inside of his lip but the blonde girl didn’t notice. She did notice when he laid his arm around her hip and let her gently lead him outside.
It was already dark outside but Jack could see almost better when there was no light to distract him. The blonde almost glowed to his sight and for one moment he was entirely focused on the soft pulse in the side of her neck. She couldn’t see quite as well as him and she probably assumed that he was looking at her face. The momentary glimmer of fascination she saw was enough to convince her that she was going to have a very good night.
“I don’t think I caught your name,” she said, her voice low and surprisingly seductive, he quickly found.
“It’s Jack,” he replied, speaking quietly enough that his voice caught a little and she noticed. “I don’t think I caught yours.” It was a dreadful attempt at flirting but the blonde smiled anyway.
“Elena,” she replied and then he felt her hand grazing the side of his leg: the inside and he bit down on a gasp. She noticed how tense he went beneath her hand though and she smiled a wicked smile. “Typically, the only place we could go would be the woods.” But they’d end up going for it on twigs, which was never comfortable.
“Actually, there’s no-one home where I live,” murmured Jack, running his hand through her soft blonde hair. He’d recovered from the initial shock very quickly and now he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking forward to more: the playing or the business. He knew one thing for sure and that was that he would definitely enjoy it. He didn’t hesitate with presenting the offer: he knew from them that it was always best to have someone in a trap before you sprung on them.
Elena smiled again and took his hand tightly in hers, pulling him away from the houses of the town and once they were in the trees, Jack took the lead. He was eager to play with this pretty human girl but he had to be careful that he didn’t break her first: that required self-control and he wasn’t sure how much of that he had. But they got to the tower quickly and slipped through the door without disturbing the old-looking man on the wall. He knew that they were there but he recognised the young man and he knew why he had a pretty girl with him so he let them go. The young man had seen him but Elena thought they were alone.
