Werewolf Kisses & Vampire Bites

by Marilynn Fae

  “I need a taste of you,” he says, fingers drifting lower, edging around my hips and down my inner thighs, spreading them apart.

  “I- Ah!” I cried out as his fingers brush between my legs, touching where no one has ever touched before.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asks with a hint of awe in his tone.

  I nod and he crushes his mouth against my own, grinding his hips down so I can feel just how hard he is by my admission.

  “You really are a special little thing, aren’t you?” He nuzzles his face into my neck, licking and suckling love bites the my creamy skin.

  I feel his fingers over my heat, sliding between wet lips and spreading the lips to nudge at the opening there. I whimper and buck into his touch, the tightness in my core increasing until I’m not sure what to do with it.

  He growls, the sound so inhumane that I jerk back in fear, my heart rabbiting in my chest.

  “Stay still, little one,” he says. “This will only hurt for a moment.”

  “What will?” I ask and my question is immediately answered when his fingers slide into my wet entrance the same moment he bites down on my neck, hard enough to break skin. Both actions are accompanied by pain and a strong sense of wrongness. There’s also pleasure, but it’s a novel sort that I’ve never felt before that makes my toes curl and the tension in my core increase. It makes everything in my body feel intense while the rest of the world fades away.

  I cry out loudly, the sound echoing in the carriage. For a moment, there is nothing but the pain of his teeth - his fangs, sinking into my skin. Later, I would find puncture holes where his incisors had broken skin and marks all over my body the size of his incisors, blue-black bruises everywhere. For now, all I know is that he is biting hard enough to draw blood and he is hungrily sucking at my blood from my veins.

  He lets out a low groan of pleasure as he curls his fingers between my legs, drawing them deeper still. Wordless whimpers leave my lips, pleas for him to stop. “It hurts. Please, please. It hurts,” I cry out.

  “It’ll feel good in a second,” he pulls back just enough to promise and then he is sliding a second finger into my heat. His mouth closes over the wound and he continues suckling my neck, drawing blood from my veins like a hungry-

  “Vampire,” I whisper, awed despite my fear. I have only read of vampires in books and fantasy stories.

  “Fae,” he responds.

  The word means nothing to me but I can’t find the words to tell him that. My brain is a jumble of pleasure sensors feeding into one another.

  “Your scent has been driving me wild since I walked in here,” he says in an ominous rumble that fills the rattling carriage. I am reminded that we are in a train and people might walk past at any given moment. Panicked, I begin to push him off with new-found strength, eyes darting to the door in fear. It is too dark outside for me to see anyone, but there is a light inside the carriage that makes it entirely possible for people to peer inwards and see how the stranger is fingering me open.

  His grip on my tightens.

  “Stop fighting me,” he growls, thumb flicking past my clitoris. The jolt of pleasure is so intense that my back arches off the seat with a loud cry that he swallows with his lips, kissing me passionately for the first time. He tastes like metal and a sort of sweetness that makes my head spin.

  I cry out the moment his lips leave mine and hit his chest with my fists. “Stop, stop!”

  “Dainty little thing,” he murmurs, ignoring my protests easily. “Such a pretty little fae, so far from home with no one to keep you safe. What are you doing out here all on your own, hmm?” he says things that mean little to me but his tone is enough to undo me, rumbling sounds from his mouth sending pleasant tingles through my body. “So sweet and tender. Ripe for the picking. I’m going to make you mine, sweet thing.” He continues whispering sweet nothing to calm my racing heart in between fleeting kisses on my skin, teeth occasionally prickling delicate skin to draw droplets of blood that he licks away as quickly as they appear. “You taste divine.”

  “Please,” I whimper. The pain is gone now, replaced by a blinding pleasure that encompasses my entire form. It is impossible to think, let alone protest what he’s doing. I moan and whimper as his lips trail down the curve of my neck, one hand on the small of my back to tilt me backwards so he can capture a nipple in his mouth and suck.

  I moan, legs wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer as he thrusts blindly against me.

  He draws back from my nipple with a loud ‘pop’ and focuses on kissing the other nipple, pinning me down with the weight of his body.

  “Such a treat,” he murmurs.

  Mindlessly, I reach for him, touching everywhere I can. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the ridges of his hard muscles, following the lines of his abs until I am touching his navel. “Your wound-” I gasp.

  “It’s healed,” he says in an intense whisper, lips pressed against my cleavage. With his free hand, he grabs me by my ankle and golds my leg over his shoulder. His fingers dip back into my pulsating hole, penetrating my virginal hole with two fingers, and then a third.

  He delves deep with an unforgiving strength that has me gasping in a manner that is brimming on pain but overflowing with bliss. Ignoring my whimpers, he curves his fingers inside my heat and finds a hypersensitive spot hidden within me that has me gasping for air, crying out soundlessly.

  “You’ve healed me,” he claims. “You are perfection, my sweet darling,” he says.

  I feel my body begin to tense as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. He is watching the space between our bodies and I tilt my head down so I can see the way his slick fingers disappear and reappear from my hole. It is obscene and I am too mesmerized to look away.

  “Look how easily you take my fingers, darling,” he says, catching how I am staring at it. “You’re perfect. I can’t wait to take you,” he says.

  His eyes seem to glow brighter now, more alive than ever.

  “Will you let me mate you? I promise I’ll take care of you.”

  “Yes,” I say because bad decisions seem to be all I am capable of tonight.

  Chapter Four: First Time (Cunnilingus, Public Sex)

  “Stay still for me, darling,” he says pleasantly.

  I nod. The moment he pulls back, thoughts begin to run rampant in my mind about how insane this all was, how exposed I am, how anyone could see us like this. Would we get in trouble? Instead of being fearful about getting caught, the thought of someone walking in on us makes me even wetter. He lifts both my legs and shifts my ankles on his shoulders.

  To my surprise, he proceeds to kneel between my legs. He presses his cheek to my inner thigh and gazes into my eyes as he kisses my inner thigh, lighting a trail of fire with open-mouthed kisses up my leg until his breaths are tickling my pussy lips. I blush a brilliant color and cover myself with my hands. “Don’t- don’t look at it,” I say. My fingers are damp where I’m touching myself between my legs and I bite my lower lip to keep myself from moaning.

  He chuckles and pry my fingers away. “It’s such a lovely sight,” he says, bringing my hands to his shoulders. Even without words, I know what to do and grasp his shoulders, drawing him closer. I mean to pull him up, but he buries his face between my legs instead.

  His tongue glides between my inner folds and my legs tremble as the wet appendage circles my clit in slow, torturous motions before flicking up. He licks up again and again, his tongue leaving me breathless nd panting for air.

  His arms hold me steady despite the uncontrollable jolts that rock through my hips and I feel the tension inside me mount to a level that is so unbearable that tears come to my eyes.

  “Oh! You’re- you’re-” I blabber senselessly when his tongue delves inside me, pressing against my inner walls and exploring me in ways that makes me moan loudly despite myself. I am suddenly thankful for the rickety train, the noise of the wheels on the tracks drowning out the keening whimpers from my lips.

  His
fingers join his tongue, sliding past tense walls to ease me open as his tongue slides out to trace over the small, wet circle of my opening before dipping back inside. My pants and small cries of pleasure seem to die on my tongue as my throat constricts and my body tenses. It feels like every muscle in my body is constricting and my nerve endings are on fire. I am certain that if he continues for a second longer, I am going to explode.

  I am so wet and so close to the edge that when he slides three finger inside me, every muscle in my body gives out and I let out a soft, quiet moan that echoes off the walls.

  Trembling, my head falls back and I let out a louder moan when he curls his fingers inside me, still pumping them in and out as his mouth closes over my inner thigh and he bites down. I feel the nick of his side fangs on my skin. The pain mixes with the pleasure to make them indistinguishable from one another and I moan, walls clenching on his fingers to keep him locked inside me.

  “That’s it, darling,” he murmurs, mouthing my skin. “Let go.”

  “I- ah- ah-” I gasp, hands gripping his wrists as I buck against him, tilting my hips up to meet his fingers as he pulses them in and out of me. He leans up to kiss my lips and I taste myself on him, sweet and musky and my walls clench around him as I throb and tremble, the release of pleasure to intense that my vision blacks out for a second before I can see again.

  Chapter Five: First Time (Public Sex)

  “I need you,” he says, mouth abandoning mine and finding the soft line of my jaw, delivering open-mouthed kisses there. “I need to have you.”

  I am too exhausted to respond. My head lulls back to offer him my neck and he sinks his teeth there instantly, puncturing skin and drinking from my veins readily. Pleasure racks down my spine and I thrust my hips up mindlessly and feel his fingers slide out.

  “Spread your legs.” His voice is deeper, just a little breathless. “Wider.”

  I do not even think to deny him.

  “I am going to mate you, darling fae. I’m going to make you mine. Do you want that? Would you accept my claim?”

  Unrestrained, the tight coil in my core burn with a rekindled flame that shocks me awake. I peer up at him through lashes the glisten with tears that I did not realize I have been crying. “Yes,” I breath quietly, legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “Yes, please,” I gasp.

  “There’s no going back,” he warns. “After this, you are mine. All of you belong to me.”

  A threat. A warning. My last chance to say no.

  My lips part slightly and he leans down to steal a kiss, almost seeking permission, imploring me to accept him for all that he is. Vampire. The thought is so surreal, so impossible. Is it anymore impossible than his would healing within minutes of drinking my blood? His tongue slides against mine and all thoughts fled my mind. He pulls another moan from my throat, from deep in my core.

  I lean towards him when he moves away.

  “Please,” I whimper. “Make me yours.”

  His lips curl into a snarl and he curls his hand around my throat, holding me still as he unbuckles his belt with his other hand and frees his erection.

  I see his erection for the first time and my eyes widen. I lick my lips, wondering if it would be able to fit. It’s so big, almost the size of my fist.

  “Just relax,” he murmurs against my neck, guiding the monstrous thing to my sex. He slips his fingers around my neck and pulls me in, his other hand warm on the small of my back. Slowly, he starts to slide his cock between my folds, making it wet with my slick. I feel the swollen head of his cock probing my entrance and moans as he begins to slowly slide into me.

  “You can’t,” I cry out in panic when I feel just how big he is. The cock is hard and thick, the head especially so. There is no way he will be able to fit. A soft, keening noise comes from my throat as he pulls back and nudges the head at my opening again and again. “It won’t fit,” I insist, meek and afraid, pushing back against him, trying to pull away. My heels press on his thighs and I push myself back, only for him to keep my firmly in place with a slight tightening of his fingers around my throat.

  “I can, darling,” he croons, rocking against me, encouraging my participation and creating a pressure over my opening. “Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he promises but he had made similar promises earlier before sinking his teeth into me.

  I pull away again and he growls, low and dangerous, kicking up my flight or fight response yet again.

  He is so much larger, but there is nowhere left for me to go. The seat refuses to let me sink in even deeper. “That’s it, darling. I’ve got you,” he says as though he isn’t trying to impale me on his cock.

  “It won’t- I can’t- I- I-” I gasp when I feel the head of his cock sliding into me. He is so much larger than me, but my flesh begins to yield, letting him in slowly. His grip on my body tightens, pushing me closer and penetrating deeper into me. I pant and cling to him desperately, lost in the heady mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushes himself deeper and deeper, pulling out only a quarter of an inch before pulsing in an inch deeper.

  The stretch feels good.

  “Oh, oh,” I pant, wrapping my fingers around his arm to hold him as he stretches me wider, pushing his cock deeper. Tears slide down my cheeks and I bite the inside of my mouth so hard I draw blood. He hisses, releasing his hold on my neck to lick into my parted lips, licking up the blood in my mouth like a man starved as he sinks himself deeper, rocking into me with shallow thrusts.

  “You’re so tight, darling. Feels so good around me, like you’re made for me,” he says, gripping my ass and forcefully pulling up to him, tilting me to impale me on his manhood.

  The pain is so jarring that I scream, but it is a fleeting thing and once he is all the way inside me, pleasure rocks through my core and I am clutching him as tightly as he is me.

  “You’re perfect,” he groans, cock throbbing inside me, thick and hot.

  My entire body spasms around him, muscles that I didn’t know I had tightening to squeeze him inside me. Pulsating waves rock through my body and I cry out as I raise my hips to push myself closer, trying to take him deeper. There’s so much inside me, so much pleasure that I couldn’t stand it.

  “Stay still, darling. You need to get used to the stretch first,” he cautions me, holding me tight and not letting me rock against him too hard.

  “I- I can take it,” I insist and he chuckles, brushing tears from the corners of my eyes.

  “Lovely little thing,” he says, hand slithering down my belly, fingertips tickling down my body until he is lifting my thigh and bringing both legs to his shoulders. The shift opens me up a little more and he groans as he sinks in deeper.

  Burying a hand in my hair, his hips withdraws slightly before pushing forward. I gasp and watch as his eyes light up. His quick breath fans against my naked skin and his pupils grow large and dilated, peering at me like some sort of angel.

  “You’re mine,” he growls and his hands seem to reflect that, holding me so tightly that I am certain he is leaving bruises on my skin. Mine, his kisses say. Mine. Mine. Mine.

  My toes curl and my lips part to form soundless screams as he invades my body over and over, sending my mind into a haze of lust and desperation. He plunges deep and stays still, leaning down to capture my lips in his.

  His fingers capture my nipples and he pinches them. I jerk under his touch.

  “You like that?” he murmurs on my cheek, pausing to grind gently as he teases my nipples.

  “Yes,” I sigh, unable to hide the pleasure reflecting in my eyes. “Please, don’t stop,” I whisper, soft and still a little afraid of this stranger, but somehow able to trust him enough to be fully naked with him and allow him to fuck into me.

  Feather-light, his mouth sweeps over mind. “This?” he asks, manhood throbbing inside me.

  I don’t know what he is asking at first, and then I feel it, his cock throbbing, jerking inside me. I cry out, toes curling and body vibrating. “Yes!” I
gasp.

  He draws all the way back until just the head of his cock is still connecting our bodies, and then slams into my hole, fingers wrapped around my neck, clutching my life in his hands as he presses his mouth to mine. His kiss is desperate and hungry, matching his vicious thrusts that penetrates so deep inside me that I think I can feel him in my womb.

  I try to match his pace, try to arch up and move with him, but he is too fast and he fucks into me mercilessly until we are both trembling and gasping.

  “I want to hear you come.” The raw, gravely timbre of his voice vibrates through my neck where his lips are. I have never experienced such euphoria. “Come for me, darling,” he urges.

  I can do little but brace myself against his hips as his pace grows faster, less rhythmic, like he is in a desperate race to completion.

  Groaning, he buries himself directly against my cervix and spills his seed into me, filling me with his warm seed and releasing the tight coil of pleasure inside me so that I come with him, trembling apart beneath his strong chest.

  Chapter Six: Vampire

  It is morning when I open my eyes again and I have nothing but a coat draped around my shoulder. I ache terribly everywhere when I sit up and blush a brilliant color when I realize that I am not alone. Quickly, I gather the coat up to cover my nudity.

  “A little late for that, darling,” the man in the carriage with me says. He teases me with a fond tone and a small smile that tells me that he does not mind terribly if I lose the coat.

  “I- you- who’re you?” I whisper.

  His eyes widen. “I apologize,” he says and within a blink of an eye, is kneeling in front of me.

  Before I realize what’s happened, he had taken my hand in his and pressed a kiss on the back of my hand. “I am Charles. I have long given up on my family name. It is a hassle thinking of a new one every time I change locations, but everyone calls me Charles. Now, I suspect you have questions for me?”

  I nod carefully.

  He sits down beside me and pull me easily into his lap with his hand around my waist. I yelp but make no move to get away. He is warm and comforting. I don’t mind too much that I am sitting on his lap even though I feel as though I should.