The Elfbitten Trilogy (7 page)

He bent his head forward until I felt his breath hot against my shoulder. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the mark, licking slow and deep, my blood coming away red on his tongue. It was a little rough, but it was full of promises of things to come. I heard him swallow and closed my eyes as his tongue reached out again, massaging the muscle, encouraging the blood, encouraging my body. The muscles deep inside of me contracted, feeling his tongue deep inside of me rather than at my shoulder. I rocked my hips back, grinding into the hard cock pressing against me.

“Andre,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop myself. I had never let a vampire feed from me, hell I had never met a vampire before tonight. But I couldn’t help but think about the Hunter and how good his bite had felt. How the magic had ravaged our bodies as he drew on my blood. The tips of my nipples hardened and things low in my body clenched at the memories and yet it hadn’t been enough. And now, feeling Andre work the teasing bite, not even puncturing me yet, was starting to make me writhe for more. Vampires were supposed to be able to control their magic and make their bite euphoric, just another weapon in their arsenal. I realized I wanted to feel his bite as his power was already starting to make me lightheaded with need. What had happened to me tonight? Who had I become?

“Yes,” he hissed, watching the thoughts race across my face. I knew if I thought about it much longer, I was going to lose my nerve. I tilted my chin and brought my face closer to his, pressing my lips to his. They were surprisingly warm, but he did say he had fed already. The full weight of his body pressed into me as he returned my kiss, his lips forming around mine, his tongue seeking mine. I reached up and slipped my hands into that soft mane of hair, gripping tightly. I wrapped my legs around him, happy for the width of the bench, and rubbed myself against the hard bugle of his cock.

His hand slid up the flat of my stomach until he reached the swell of my breast. He cupped the soft mound and ran his thumb in light, teasing circles over the tip of my nipple. Tiny tremors worked through my body, making me squirm under and against him. He circled his hips into me, I whimpered against his mouth, rolling my hips up, begging for more. He broke away from our kiss with that same smile on his lips. He pushed away from me; I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled it off of him as he rose up to sit on his feet. The tip of his pink tongue rolled over his bottom lip as he stared down at me. Reaching under the edge of my leather skirt, he gripped the edges of my lacy G-string. I rolled my hips up and lifted my feet until they were pointing towards the ceiling and he ripped the meager bit of lace off, tossing it over his shoulder. He bent forward, his hand gathering my breasts into soft mounds. His left thumb caressed my right nipple while his mouth found my left.

I moaned as his lips latched on to me, sucking deeply. I felt his tongue circle the tip, flicking it and massaging it. My hips squirmed for attention, but he stopped me when his fangs pierced the soft flesh of my breast. Magic flared around us as he drank from me, his tongue never relenting, my nipple teased and throbbing happily. He released my breast and I gasped, my eyes falling closed as I gave over to him. He licked my skin clean before sitting up again.

I reached out for him, but he pushed my hands away and scooted back a foot, grabbing my ankles and resting them on his shoulders. He bent forward, my legs sliding over his shoulders as he did, until his face was inches away from my bare body. I caught my breath and held completely still, fear and anticipation roaring in my ears. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. His tongue shot out, licking a long slow line up my opening. A gasp escaped my lips and I arched involuntarily into him, my legs wrapping around his head. His fingers curled into my thighs, holding me where he wanted me as he continued his slow, teasing assault. I felt the tip of his tongue dip into me, but drawing away all too quickly, making me whimper again. His mouth latched around my clit, kissing me deeply, his tongue swirling around, making my clit swell almost painfully. I moaned, circling my hips, pressing myself harder into his mouth, begging for more.

Then I felt the pierce of his fangs, pain blossoming through my body in a wave of heat. For a moment, the room went black as the pain stole my sight. But right behind it was an orgasm that ripped through my body. I was thrashing uncontrollably, my thighs gripping Andre’s head, my hips rocking up, forcing myself harder against his mouth as he drank from me. I felt my blood rushing through my body, the magic slamming into me as if his cock was pounding into me while he fed greedily with his mouth. Screams were tumbling from my mouth incoherently, begging for more. Andre never stopped; he drank my blood while sucking on my clit, his fangs sunk deep into the tender pink flesh, causing wave after wave of euphoria to wash through my body. I felt the sparks igniting at my fingertips; my body had as much magic as it could contain.

Andre released me, pulling away from my trembling thighs, and stood up at the end of the booth. I pushed myself up and crawled over to him, reaching for the buttons of his leather pants and nearly ripped them off. I grabbed the waistband and forced them down, exposing thick muscled thighs. His tall boots prevented me from getting them totally off, but I didn’t need to take them off to get what I was after. His cock was thick and hard, just inches from my face, trembling with the blood he’d taken from me. I looked up at him, sitting on my knees on the bench. His lips were pursed in a small smile, one eye brow cocked as he looked down at me. I wanted that hard cock inside of me, but after the orgasm he’d just given me, I felt the need to return the favor. I licked my lips, braced myself with my hands on the edge of the bench, and leaned forward, catching the tip of his cock in my mouth.

I worked on the tip; my lips wrapped around the head of his cock and let my tongue swirl around it like a lollipop. He groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back while he gripped my hair, tangling his fingers in my blonde locks. He showed incredible control by not trying to force my head forward to take him completely into my mouth yet. But I felt the desire to do so, making his body shake. I massaged the vein just under the tip with my tongue, making it swell. Andre shifted his hips a little. I sucked harder, pulling roughly at his encouragement, and when I could feel he was about to lose his control, I leaned forward and slid my mouth down around his shaft. I felt the tip press into the back of my throat with just one inch left of his cock.

I slid back until only the tip was in my mouth before I slid forward again, drawing him in and out of my mouth. I felt his hips begin to rock in time with me, pushing that last inch deep into my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and took him deeper. He growled again, gripping my hair hard enough to hurt, making me tremble with excitement. I reached up with one hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock and twisted up and down in time with my mouth; slamming into him, working him faster, and feeling him swell in my fingers. His hips were in full motion now, fucking my mouth. Just when I thought he was about to go, he pulled out of my mouth suddenly, bending down to grab me.

He lifted me with ease and turned me over, bending me over the table, baring my ass and throbbing pussy. He stepped behind me and I felt the tip of his cock pressed against my tight opening. Andre pushed, but he was so thick and I was so tight that it took more force than he was expecting. I arched my back, pressing into the table and lifting my hips, begging for him to just do it. I heard his growl again. He grabbed my hips roughly and, with one angry thrust, he slammed into me, his thighs slapping against my ass. I screamed my pleasure, gripping the sides of the table. He held on to my hips with one hand and reached with the other, grabbing the length of my hair and pulled, making my whole body arch up and back. My mouth opened in a moan and my eyes fluttered closed.

Andre began riding me, slamming his cock into me over and over again, harder and harder as I begged for more, feeling him hit the end of me. I felt the table digging into my thighs as he fought me when I pressed back into him. I pushed against him to take a step back and reached under me, slipping my fingers into the soft golden hair until I felt my swollen clit, desperate for attention. I pressed my fingers into my clit and circled desperately as Andre pounded into me. I could feel my magic lashing out of my body, adding to the power growing in the club. My body was trembling with need as I edged closer to the second orgasm Andre was going to give me.

He pulled harder on my hair until it hurt just enough and I was arching enough that my breasts were off of the table, bouncing happily in time with him. Andre bent forward; I felt his lips on my shoulder just before he bit down, his fangs sinking into the impressions of my bite mark. Blood flowed freely into his mouth as he sucked; I felt it throughout my body. I pressed harder on my clit, rubbing frantically, and started to scream as the orgasm began in waves until it was crashing into me. My muscles tightened, gripping Andre. I felt him lose his rhythm. He let go of my hair and gripped my hips painfully, slamming desperately into me, the slap of skin on skin heard over the music. He released my shoulder to curse loudly with one final thrust as he exploded inside of me, his body shaking violently, holding me against him as he rode the wave. I held my fingers against my clit as long as he came, letting the gentle waves of pleasure keep me still and gripping him tightly.

He collapsed forward, lying across my back, his face buried in my hair. For a moment I thought I felt his heart beat, but it was gone too quickly to be sure. The table was cool and welcome, pressing into my body, bones gone liquid with satisfaction. I felt Andre press a kiss to the back of my neck as he brushed my hair to the side. Lifting his weight off of me, he leaned over and licked my shoulder clean, not letting a drop go to waste. He murmured soft, sweet sounding words against the shell of my ear in a language I didn’t know, but made me smile. Slowly he stood up and pulled out of me, my body throbbing from the onslaught of his lovemaking. Eventually the reality of the club came back to me in stages, first the dim lights, then the noise, and finally the magic we had added our own signatures to.

Once his pants were back in order and he’d retrieved his shirt from the depths of the booth, Andre turned to leave, a quick slap on my ass in good-bye. I giggled, remembering Roxy’s words about not letting partners think more of the encounter than you did. I pushed myself up before a passerby decided to take my position as an invitation. My thighs were weak and wet, the moisture tinted pink, another difference in being with a vampire I’d have to remember. I grabbed a handful of napkins from the table and hastily wiped myself off before I resituated my skirt, now appreciating the durability of the leather as it still gripped my hips attractively, the wrinkles looking like they should be there rather than looking sloppy.

My whole body felt electrified even as my legs threatened to collapse under me. I had enough magic stored within me to get me through the week. I looked out into the club, admiring the glistening bounty of flesh, such a change from when I first walked in. I had been so depleted that the sheer volume of lust and magic overwhelmed me, sending me running for the bathroom to gather myself. Now I felt like I could walk into the middle of that crowd and overwhelm them. But I was a bit too tender for all that just yet. I reached up and tested the skin at my shoulder, gently pressing my finger tips to the mark. My whole body jerked in reaction, almost causing a mini-orgasm and making my knees buckle. I had no idea how long it would take for the bite to heal, if it ever did, but secretly a small part of me hoped it wouldn’t ever heal.

I spotted Roxy’s feet hanging out of one of the booths down the wall from where I was standing and couldn’t help but laugh. Andre was right; the girl was insatiable, but there were worse things she could be addicted to. I walked over to the coat check; the spikey haired pixie was watching the crowd with a sad look on her face, resting her chin in her hands.

“You okay?” I asked instead of asking for my things.

“It’s just hard working here sometimes,” she sighed.

“Oh, because you aren’t allowed to join in on the magic making?” I grinned at her.

“Exactly,” she glanced at me then, seeing me mostly naked, her eyes drifting down, hesitating on the swell of my breasts before she saw the boots she’d given me. “Oh! Hey, how’s it going?” she smiled then, the sparkle in her skin coming back to life with her mood. Pixies were just as indiscriminate as the rest of us.

“Pretty good,” I nodded.

“Yeah, I guess, I didn’t even recognize you.”

“How do you mean?”

“You look like a different person; you’re all bright and shiny like a new penny. Even your hair is brighter, your eyes are more silver than grey now, and, to be honest, when you came in your skin color made you look sick,” she shrugged apologetically at the end, but I understood what she was talking about.

“Better now though, right?” I asked, holding my arms out and giving a little spin, my hair flying up in a fan, settling around my shoulders, the ends tickling the tender flesh at my breasts.

“Gods yeah,” she nodded excitedly, leaning on the edge of the half-door that separated us. “I’d invite you in,” she nodded her head towards the tiny room, “if I wouldn’t get fired.”

“Thanks,” I laughed, amazed I didn’t blush. One encounter with a vampire and I was a new elf.

“You know,” she leaned towards me, her voice in a conspiratory whisper, “we could hide in the coats; my manager probably wouldn’t catch us.”

“Oh wow,” I laughed lightly, “it’s tempting, but I’m kind of worn out.” She shrugged lightly.

“Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“You leaving already or do you need a shirt?” the pixie asked.

“No, I was thinking of heading home.” I glanced back at the rest of the crowd. No one caught my eye though. It probably was time to go.

“I’ll get your stuff.” She disappeared into the mass of clothing in some sort of chaotic organization, coming back out with my jacket and purse. I thanked her as I took them. I slipped the teal leather jacket on, securing the zipper and pulling it up so that only a line of cleavage showed. Part of my stomach was exposed in between the jacket and skirt, but the human cops wouldn’t give me a hard time about it.