by Toby Wise
Bite Sized Fate
A Collection of Strays Short Story
Toby Wise
Copyright
Bite SizedFate© 2020 by Toby Wise
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations for book reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Blurb
How was I supposed to know one night of fun would change my life forever? I’ve always pushed the possibility of love away. When you’re a vampire, it’s safer to be alone than to never grow old with the one you love. All my rules go right out the window when Yasha comes strolling back into my life with a bump hiding under his jacket. ~ Tony
When I brought the beautiful man back home with me, I never dreamed it would end with this. Tony won’t have to sacrifice love, because I’m a vampire too and according to the bun in my oven, he’s my one true mate. I’m not going anywhere, as long as he doesn’t push me away. ~Yasha
Bite Sized Fate is a 10k short in the Collection of Strays universe. Inside you’ll find vampires, quirky clan mates, found family, and of course, Lady Fate interfering to bring everyone a happily ever after.
Chapter One
Tony
My hips move from side to side as the music washes over me. The lights dance across the floor and the walls, seeming to move right along with the beat. Bodies on every side of me writhe, our motions one intricate dance that we’re all sharing. Their sweat and arousal is sweet in my nose, making an excitement thrum just under my skin. I close my eyes and let the feeling wash over me.
This is familiar territory. Letting myself get swept away with the music until someone catches my eye. Wyn, my boss and pseudo father, says he worries about me. That I’ve closed myself off since getting my bloodlust under control. Maybe he’s right. Eternity is stretched out in front of me and instead of settling down like Wyn would want, I come here, fulfil my needs with a one night stand, and then head to work on Monday with a smile on my face. It’s a tried and true method that I don’t see failing anytime soon.
A body lines up in front of me, making my eyes snap open. Long, dark, wavy hair fills my vision, falling past strong, broad shoulders. Tentatively, I reach out, putting my hands on their hips, waiting for a reaction. I smile as they push harder against me, plastering their ass against my groin.
As their body rolls against mine, my hands tighten and my cock grows hard. I love this. The chase, the tease, the uncertainty of what’s going to happen next. A thrill goes through my belly as I grind my erection against the stranger whose hair smells so good.
I duck my head down slightly, running my nose through their long hair, breathing them in. My mouth waters at the smell and I want to get my mouth on them. My teeth begin to ache as I hold my fangs back. Their arms rise up over their head as they do a little shimmy that steals my breath, their ass rubbing against my cock just right. Those hands come down to the back of my neck, playing with the hair they find there.
The music changes, morphing into something with a deep beat, a slower rhythm. My dance partner moves, turning themselves around until we’re chest to chest. I finally get to see the face of my dance partner and oh boy, I am not disappointed in the slightest. Broad shoulders that I can just barely make out past his wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, and a nose that goes round at the end. His skin is pale, similar to my own, making his eyes pop even more. He’s fucking gorgeous and I know that if he’ll let me, I’m taking him home tonight.
Our fronts brush against each other and I suck in a sharp breath, feeling how hard he is. He’s loving this game of teasing just as much as I am. His lips tick up into a smirk that leaves me breathless, feeling drawn to him like I’ve never felt before.
He leans up on his toes, bringing his mouth against my ear and I try not to shiver at the feeling. “Yasha,” he says, his voice raspy and deep, like he’s just woken up or gargled with gravel. It’s sexy, somehow driving my lust even higher.
“What?”
“My name,” he explains. “My name is Yasha.”
Interesting name for an interesting man. I smile at him before leaning down and kissing his ear. Then I tell him, “I’m Tony.”
Yasha’s hand slides to the side of my throat. I snatch his wrist with my hand. Without breaking eye contact with him, I bring his palm to my mouth, kissing his palm. Then I breathe in that glorious scent. Fuck. Since meeting Wyn, I’ve been so good at controlling my impulses. But Yasha smells so fucking good. He makes me wanna throw caution to the wind and bite down. He makes me wanna sneak a taste. But I won’t.
Yasha’s eyes dilate as he watches me, biting his bottom lip. It takes all my self control not to bite that same lip myself.
“We should get outta here,” he says, his deep voice filled with hope. And who am I to crush that hope?
“Of course, sweetheart. Lead the way.”
~~~
My back slams against the wall as Yasha crowds against me. He might be shorter than me but the guy is strong as fuck, holding me still with his body. Not that I would wanna go anywhere. Yasha pulls my v-neck down, mouthing at my exposed clavicle. Gods, his mouth feels incredible against me, lighting a fire in the pit of my belly. My cock is rock hard, aching where it lays trapped in my tight, black jeans.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Yasha says between open mouth kisses. He’s kissing further up, over my throat. It feels wrong to leave that area exposed but for some reason I trust him not to bite me, not like--
“Fuck,” I gasp out as he nips me gently before licking the area to soothe it.
“Sorry,” he says, pulling back with a grin that tells me the opposite. “Just wanted a little taste. Wanted you to wear my mark,” he explains, his finger touching the hickey he’s left. It’ll be healed by tomorrow but I don’t tell him that.
I shake my head, giving him a smirk before diving down to kiss him. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, moaning as his taste explodes against my tongue. Fuck, it’s so good. I could get addicted to this man and that’s a terrifying thought, a feeling I shove down as far as I can. This is nothing more than a fun fuck. I’ll be gone by the morning. Being immortal means leaving those you love behind. But that only happens if you have people you love in your life.
My hands slide down Yasha’s back until I find his butt. I cup his perfect ass, pleasure coursing through me at the way his cheeks fit perfectly in my palms. I squeeze hard, smiling against Yasha’s lips as he makes a noise of pleasure.
“Shit. I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Yasha says, his voice breathless from our kisses. “Need this hard cock,” he tells me, running his hand over my erection through my jeans. “Need it inside me, splitting me open. I wanna see god tonight, Tony.”
“Those are some high expectations,” I murmur with a smile.
His brow raises. “I think you’re up for the challenge.”
“Damn right I am.” And then I’m picking him up off the ground. He wraps his legs around my waist, my hands still cupping his perfect ass. I walk further into his loft, pausing only long enough for him to direct me to his bedroom.
“You live in this big place alone?”
Yasha shakes his head, taking a moment to run his fingers through his hair and pushing it away from his face. “My roommates are out tonight. Date weekend or whatever. Why? Hoping for more than just me tonight?”
Now it’s my time to shake my head. “Why would I need more than you? I can already tell you’re gonna be a handful.” Then I toss him onto his bed, grinning as he makes a little surprised noise that’s closer to a squawk than a grunt.
Yasha tosses his shirt up over his head and I’m graced with the sight of his toned, bare chest. Fuck, he’s gorgeous and I can’t wait to get my mouth all over him. I can’t wait to taste him and leave a few bruising marks against his pale skin. I might be gone in the morning but I’ll leave him some memories of our time together.
“You just gonna stand there and look or are you gonna get down here and make me scream, big guy?”
I can’t help but smile, fondness warming my chest in a way it hasn’t felt in a long time. I strip out of my shirt and tug my jeans down. Yasha shimmies out of his tight pants, leaving us both in our boxers. His hand stretches out for me and I take it as I crawl between his open legs.
Now that I’m in Yasha’s bed, that mouthwatering scent is back, so much stronger now, surrounding us. I breathe it in, getting drunk off of it, needing more. My hips ride down and we both groan at the feeling of our erections bumping against each other.
My hand cradles Yasha’s cheek as I lean down and take his lips in a kiss. I run my fingers through his long hair, finding it so fucking soft. His tongue against mine floods my entire body with pleasure and we continue our gentle thrusts against each other. I can pick up the scent of our precum in the air and it makes me groan.
“Fuck, Tony,” Yasha murmurs, his hands running down my back and I shiver as his nails dig in, leaving a sting of pain in their wake. “Need you.”
My tongue runs over the side of his neck up to his ear. Fuck. His skin tastes so good. I wanna bite down so fucking bad. I wanna let my fangs out and taste his blood against my tongue. For half a second I think about it. But then I take a deep breath and pull myself away, smirking down as Yasha whines, his hands digging into my sides to keep me against him.
“Let’s get you out of these,” I say, snapping the waistband of his boxers.
“Gods, yes. Need you inside me, Tony. Can’t wait for you to fuck me into the mattress.”
I suck in a sharp breath, realizing just how much of a dirty mouth this man has. I find that I quite enjoy it, my cock twitching at his words. We toss our boxers away, our movements jerky and rough, just trying to get back against each other as quickly as possible.
“Jesus Christ. That thing is a fucking slugger,” Yasha says, his eyes wide as he looks at my cock.
“That gonna be a problem, sweetheart?”
“Not one bit,” he tells me, licking his lips. But I don’t want his mouth, I wanna be inside his ass. Before he can move, I grip his hips and flip him over onto his belly. “Holy fuck! Yes, Tony.”
“Well, look at you,” I murmur as I thumb open his cheeks, finding a black plug in his ass. “You were looking to score tonight, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says breathlessly, looking over his shoulder. “And I got the fucking jackpot. Now fuck me already.”
And honestly, I don’t need anymore convincing than that. I gently tug on the plug, teasing him a little bit just to hear the pretty sounds he makes. Yasha buries his face against his pillow, shoving his ass even further into the air. His pale skin looks so pretty as he presents himself to me. I finally pull the plug all the way out, my cock throbbing at the way his hole stays open from how wide the plug was.
“Come on, come on, come on,” he whines, shaking his pretty little ass at me. I spit into my hand, covering my cock before spitting onto Yasha’s hole for good measures. It makes him moan which in turn makes me smile. Gods, if I wasn’t so set on my one night rule, Yasha would be a fun bedmate to keep around. We seem to mesh so fucking well together.
“You ready, baby?”
“Fuck, yes. Now get that thing inside me already, Tony. You’ve made me wait long enough, fucker.”
“Why yes, I am the fucker, aren’t I?” I tease as I slowly push my cock into his ass. It takes a gentle shove before the head of my dick breaches Yasha’s hole. He moans long and hard as I move my hips forward. In one, slow motion, I completely bury myself in his ass.
“Holy fucking shit,” Yasha breathes, his body melting beneath me, happy to finally get what he wants. “Fuck. You’re so huge. I feel like I’m being split in half, Tony.”
“And we’re just getting started, baby.” And then, just as slowly as I pushed forward, I pull back. Yasha’s body shakes beneath me as he holds himself back, letting me control the pace. His hands tighten in the bed sheets until his knuckles turn white. When my cock is just barely still inside him, I slam back into him.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck, Tony. Fuck me hard. Stop teasing.”
Instead of fucking him, I pull all the way out. He lets out a long, drawn out whine as he pounds his fist against the mattress. “Come here and show me how to properly fuck you then,” I say, laying down on my back, holding my dick up at the base.
“That’s how it’s gonna be? The bottom’s gotta do all the work around here? Fine.” He straddles my lap, but instead of facing me, he’s turned towards my feet. Reaching back, he guides my cock to his ass before sinking all the way down. Then he spreads his legs a little bit, holding his cheeks open with his hands before riding me properly.
The air is all stolen from my lungs at the sight of this gorgeous body bouncing on my cock, his tight, pink hole stretched wide around my girth. Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, the words leaving my lips without my permission. “Look at you go.” My palm finds his lower back, my thumb wandering down to his crack, gently touching his ass, feeling my cock slide in and out. Fuck. My balls are already tingling, my orgasm rushing towards me. I can’t come before him, I have my dignity to think about.
“Come here,” I practically growl, leaning up enough to get my arms around his midsection and forcing him to fall back against my chest. I slide my hands to the back of his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs for me. With him pinned against me, I start thrusting up into his ass and Yasha is powerless to do anything but enjoy himself, and by the noises he’s making, he sure as hell is.
“Tony. Fuck me, Tony. Yes, just like that.” His head falls back and it leaves his throat wide open for me. I run my tongue over the sensitive area, my fangings popping down without my permission. I’m too lost in my pleasure to even care, letting them run over the skin I find. It takes every ounce of self control I have not to bite down, but instead leave a sizable hickey.
We’re both panting, the sound intermixed with our skin slapping together. “Touch yourself,” I tell him sharply, my voice coming out harsh to my own ears. “Make yourself come, Yasha. Show me how much you love my dick in your ass.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yasha cries out. His hand is a blur over his cock and moments later, his ass tightens around me as his orgasm rushes over him. His ass massages my dick, milking it, practically begging for my cum.
My teeth find his shoulder and I bite down. With my human teeth, thankfully. Pleasure races up my spine as I fill him with my hot cum. His ass continues to throb around me and it makes my orgasm feel like it’s going on forever.
With a sigh, Yasha’s body seems to practically melt against me, my mouthy lover finding his post orgasm lull. It makes me smile despite myself. As gently as I can, I pull out, careful to lay Yasha down onto the bed. He reaches into his nightstand, grabbing some wipes for us to clean ourselves up with.
“You can stay,” Yasha says through a giant yawn, his eyes going adorably droopy. I bite my bottom lip. “I’ll even make you breakfast after you fuck me again.”
Instead of answering, I kiss his mostly slack lips. He falls asleep soon after and a tiny part inside of me begs me to stay, to see if there’s something here. Yeah, he was an amazing lay but he also made me smile, made me laugh. He’s interesting and a part of me wants to learn more about him. But the bigger part
tells me I have to go. It won’t do to get attached to someone who’ll grow old and die.
With a heavy sigh, I gently get out of Yasha’s bed and find my clothes. Before finding my way out, I indulge myself by stopping and giving Yasha’s forehead one last kiss.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” someone says as I walk through the loft, making me freeze.
I turn slowly, finding a man standing beside the couch. He’s got dark eye makeup, black hair, and wearing head to toe black. Very vampire goth. Which is rather ironic. He shakes his head at me and my stomach twists unpleasantly.
“Let the man go, Dwayne,” a woman says, patting Dwayne’s head. Dwayne’s glare deepens and I uncomfortably swallow.
I walk backwards towards the door, knowing that if it were possible, my face would be bright red from being caught. I turn finally, forcing myself to break eye contact with this Dwayne fellow. Without turning back around, I leave.
Chapter Two
Yasha - 5 Months Later
I take a deep breath, my hands resting against my rounded belly. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’ll be fine,” Agnes, one of my roommates, says from the driver’s seat, mirroring my words. She pulls her shades down enough to look me in the eyes, her face serious. “Go get your man, Yasha. Bring him home.”
I pull my hoodie up over my head, taking a deep breath. “What if he still doesn’t want me? What if he doesn’t even know I’m a vampire?”
“Then he’s an idiot,” Agnes says firmly. “He seemed like an idiot, now that I think about it.”
“Hey. That’s my mate! I’m the only one who gets to call him an idiot.”
“Maybe he’s a new vampire. Baby vampires never have their senses under control.” Then she raises her brow. “If he’s bad to you, I’ll rip his throat out.”
I snort, smiling at Agnes. She’s the oldest in our little clan, terrifying when she really wants to be. But right now I know she’s just trying to make me smile. Agnes succeeds. She reaches over, gently touching my cheek. “You’ll be fine.”