Vampire Outlaws, MC
Brooklyn, New York
Caleb
From the moment I felt his fangs scratch against my skin, my thoughts to mush. Delicate, sensual, I enjoyed the sensation more than I thought I would. His fingers cradled my neck as his other arm snaked around my waist and held me to him. I was now trapped with nowhere to go. I sucked in a breath, my body trembling. I looked over his shoulder, staring at the trim of wallpaper covering the wall above the kitchen cabinets. I focused on that with all my might as his fingers pressed into my skin, my spine, and that's when he struck.
I cried out. Not from the pain, but from the delicious flicker of the unknown that sparked something deep inside of me. My eyes fluttered, struggling to remain open as the first drawing pull at my vein sent my nerves into overdrive. My fingers touched the soft leather of his vest, tracing the outer edges of the patches that proudly showed off his hard work, his rank. The second pull had me moaning for it was like the soft caress of a kiss. The kind of kiss you didn't want to end. The kind of kiss you always dreamed about, but never experienced before.
A third pull causes my muscles to relax. My neck rolled back and off to the side, allowing him more access. I reached up even further still, ranking my fingers through his rich dark hair as his arms held me gently like a lovers embrace. After all, isn't that what this truly was an embrace, but from the point of view of a vampire? I considered it and from that moment on, I didn't want it to end. Aside from the fact that I brushed my lips across his ear and whispered his name, turned him on so much that I felt something bump up against my thigh.
Straining against the confined space, I heard him groan as I took it upon myself to free his cock. But once the bastard was released, it practically landed in the palm of my hand. Pulsating with my blood flowing through his veins I started to stroke it a little. Hard was his shaft as I brushed my thumb over the blunt head. His body shook, his mouth taking another pull. Stroking him faster, I used my free hand to push down his pants and expose his ass. An ass that was perfectly round as it was smooth.
When the final pull made its presence known, my lungs started working again. Zane retracted his fangs, the holes lined with pain almost like having a kink in my neck. Leaning back, our eyes met, and I saw the evidence of what was left of me on his lips. Reaching out slowly, carefully, I touched his face. And while his eyes seemed calmed his fangs still remained and I was curious to see what they looked like up close. But as I leaned in, he took a step back. Hesitating slightly, I tried it again.
"Don't," he said. "Stay away."
"Why? You did very well."
"Doesn't mean that I still won't attack you given the chance."
I reached for his hand. "I know you won't. I trust you."
"You shouldn't."
"Yeah, well, I do. So suck it up." His eyebrow arched. "Oh sorry. Too soon?"
I tried it again. Only this time, I made it as far as to touch his lips and see the smear of blood on my skin. My blood that is. I pushed one end up and exposed a fang as my heart stuttered in my chest. Incredible. I'd never seen anything like it before. It was long, sharp, and white. Then something happened. I don't know what came over me or why, but my instinct took over my sense of control. I reached for his vest and pulled him into me as I pressed my lips to his and slid my tongue into his mouth.
"What are you doing?" he said in between kisses.
"Getting turned on," I breathed, biting his bottom lip.
"I think we should stop."
"No. Let's keep going."
"You're not going to quit are you?"
"Nope."
That's when Zane took control. Picking me up off the counter, he made his way to the bedroom. "If that is your wish. Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Laying me down on the bed, I watched as he started to undress right in front of me. The vest was the first thing to come off, exposing his chest and the number of tattoos that graciously painted pictures across his skin. Next, he kicked off his boots and took off his socks before finally tossing his jeans onto the floor. I marveled at his nakedness and the size of his body. Our eyes met and once I saw the lust residing within them, I made it my mission to crawl backwards on the bed.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I swallowed, his hand grabbing my ankle as he pulled me back down and climbed on top of me. With his arms on either side, I was panting. I blinked and his lips were on my neck again. Then his tongue stroked, lapped at the bite mark as he made short work on the button of my jeans. His hand slipped inside and I moaned as he growled, nibbling at the surface of my skin, causing me to jump.
"Relax," he said his cool breath on my skin. "This is where I start to have fun."
And soon I was naked too. With our bodies joined at the hip, Zane took this opportunity to ease his way inside, stretching me, filling me. I winced, his voice telling me to relax as he made his way deeper. My back arched, taking in the last few inches until he was all the way in. His muscles tensed, the veins in his arms bulged against his skin. His hips surged forward, the bed almost rocking, pounding against the wall.
A growl sounded and I saw his fangs. I turned my head exposing my neck and on the last surge, he came and at the same time embraced me, taking my blood for the second time in one evening.
Author's Note: Happy Wednesday guys! Hope you all enjoyed this sexy little chapter. :)
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