Werewolf Kisses & Vampire Bites

by Marilynn Fae

  He feels himself growing angered by the sight of Delilah cradled in the vampire’s chest, her legs curled up in her chest. She is turned to him so that her face is hidden in the nape of his neck. There is a thick blanket spread over the both of them. They are just a couple enjoying the night view and he feels like a voyeur for stopping in his tracks to stare at them.

  Shamed, he means to walk past them without a word but he stops as a gust of air blows towards him from their direction. It carries her scent, sweet and innocent even now but with something else… a thick, musky scent that is undeniably one of arousal. He bristles but is able to keep his mind clear enough to stay hidden.

  “Charles…” Her voice is small and hurt.

  For a second, he thinks to attack the man, thinking that he had caused her pain.

  She wriggles in his grasp and tries to shift and adjust her position. The blanket falls from her shoulders and pools at their feet. Neither of them move to pull it back up.

  He realizes with a sinking sensation in his gut that she is not wearing anything at all, baring her skin in the cool night. He watches from the shadows as the vampire drops a light kiss on her bare shoulder. She’s clinging to him desperately, her arms wound around his neck, hair done in a braid that falls just above her waist. It bounces in tandem with her rocking motions.

  He can’t look away as the man sucks the smooth skin at the base of her neck. There is a sharp tang of blood in the air for a second before it is gone again.

  “Charles, Charles, it hurts,” she whimpers, though he notes that she is making no move to get away. If anything her grasp on him tightens.

  Liam’s cock stirs with interest despite himself, growing half-hard at the sight and sound of her.

  The vampire’s hand rests on her hips.

  “It hurts, Charles. Please,” she cries, knees shifting, thighs clenching.

  He can hear wet noises coming from them and has to grit his teeth to keep from lunging forward and attacking Charles for making her beg like this.

  “It’ll feel good soon, baby. Don’t you trust me?”

  It’s blatant manipulation and she falls straight into his trap by nodding and saying, “Yes, yes. I love you, Charles. Of course I trust you,” she whimpers, soft broken sounds that seems to stab straight through Liam’s heart. He wants so much to be loved by her too. “Please,” she continues. “Please, Charles. It hurts. I don’t want to.”

  “A little longer, baby,” he says, letting her rock in his lap like a small animal in heat. “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

  She nods again. “I do, Charles. I want- I want what you want.”

  “That’s right. You perfect little thing,” he kisses her neck again. “And right now, I want you to fuck yourself on my cock like a little whore. You want that, don’t you? Unless you’d rather fuck someone else?”

  She sniffles and holds him tighter. “No, no, please,” she cries. “Only you.”

  Liam’s claws dig into the soft earth, outraged by how this much older man is manipulating her, taking advantage of her naivety.

  “That’s it, baby,” Charles growls. “Tell me what you want.”

  She sobs against his chest. “I want you, Charles. I want you,” she reiterates. “But you’re in the wrong hole.”

  Liam hisses as his fangs nip his lower lip at the revelation that the man is sodomizing her.

  Charles laughs while she whines. “It feels- it feels weird, Charles.”

  “Lean back,” he says and she goes willingly until she is flat on her back.

  He shifts and lifts her legs. With his free hand, he reaches between her legs.

  Liam is too far to see what is happening, but it is easy enough to hazard a guess. The man is finger fucking her as he fucks her anal hole. It does not take long for her to come after that and Liam comes untouched at the scent of her contentment.

  Chapter Nine: Punished (Voyeuristic)

  Liam tries not to let it affect him but when he closes his eyes, all he can think of is how perfect she will feel beneath him. It makes things worse because the last thing he hears when he sleeps is the sound of her getting fucked into the mattress.

  Sometimes, he wakes in the middle of the night to the sound of them fucking and he is rock hard and pumping his cock before he is even fully awake.

  He can’t even avoid Delilah in the day. She’s still such a sweet thing, greeting him with a smile and a wave in the mornings and bringing him things to eat in the evening. It appeals to the wolf in him that she is such a good homemaker and that she is providing for him. He gives her his freshly cleaned kills in return. It gives her a reason to return when she cooks them.

  She had brought him a pie earlier that night, reminding him to water his Lavenders soon because they’re looking sad.

  The vampire had smiled all through the interaction with a knowing gaze that makes Liam want to tear his throat out.

  It is a coincidence (or at least that’s what he’s trying to convince himself) that when he looks out through his window, he can see straight into their bedroom.

  Tonight, he sees the vampire crawl onto bed with his young mate and do something with her wrists. He squints and sees that the vampire is carefully manoeuvring her body, pulling her hands over her head and tying her wrists together on the headboard.

  It is only when he begins peppering kisses all over her face that she begins to stir. “Hmm?” she whispers, trying to shift. She wakes when she realizes she can’t. “Charles?” she cries out, fully awake in only a second.

  “You were such a little slut, baby,” he says, pressing wet kisses to her neck. “Smiling at the young werewolf, biting your lip and glancing. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

  Liam grows fully hard when he realizes what the vampire is accusing her of.

  She squirms under him, hands fluttering and then heartbeat racing when she understands too. “Charles, please,” she cries. “You know that’s not true.”

  “Are you trying to seduce him, baby? Smiling and staring like that?” he growls, showing a little fang.

  She begins to cry, the salty tang of tears in the air. “I’m not. I’m not. I promise, I wouldn’t- I’m not-”

  He leans back and clenches her nightgown in his hand. The sound of it ripping off her body seems to ring in his ears.

  “I’m not- please,” she whimpers as the vampire ignores her in favor of tying the torn fabric around her ankles. He tugs one legs to the corner and ties her right ankle to the leg of the bed and then repeats the same thing on the left ankle, tying her spread-eagle.

  The moon is bright enough tonight that he can see her spread out on the bed. His breath catches. Her skin is not as flawless as he had imagined in his dreams. There are bruises on her neck and between her breasts. There’s a bite mark on the left bruise that is bruised prettily, blue and green, and there are a splatter of bruises on the inside of her thighs, starkly colored due to the paleness of her skin.

  “You know he wants you,” he says. “Do you think I wouldn’t know how much you’ve been thinking about him? I bet you would beg for him if he was here now.”

  “I won’t,” she promises. “I’m yours, Charles. Only yours.” She is trembling now, jerking up from the bed to try and pull herself free. She makes a sight, spread out and naked like this.

  “Such a terrible temptation you are,” he scolds, leaning over the bed and closing his jaws over her hips.

  There’s a tell-tale scent of blood that disappears as quickly as it appears.

  “So sweet and lovely,” he says, licking his lips as he pulls away. “You’re a little whore, opening your legs for everyone.” He doesn’t give her the chance to reply before his lips are between her legs and he is licking and fucking her cunt with his tongue.

  She bucks up into him even as she cries her denial. “No. I’m not- I’m not- ah- not like that.” Her protests are interceded with low moans as the vampire presses his tongue into her wet hole.

  “You’re making noises l
ike a little whore,” he says callously.

  Liam grips his cock and pumps it leisurely as he watches and listens to the way she is being taken apart. She cries so prettily, body trembling, hands pulling against her restraints. That explains why he sees bruises on her wrists some days. They’re a really kinky pair.

  “Look at you, so pretty and pink and open already. Little sluts should be pushed.”

  “No, no. Please.”

  “You’re being very loud, baby girl. Do you want someone to hear you?”

  She clamps up and shakes her head.

  Despite the wrongness of the act, he can’t help but pump his cock harder, spreading the heady precum leaking from the head of his cock around his shaft. He bucks into his hand and imagines he’s the one licking up her cunt, fingering her open with his fingers.

  “Look at you,” the man says. “So eager already. To you want me to fuck your hole, darling? Want me to fill your pussy?”

  “Yes, please,” she says, demure of all a sudden, as though she had just remembered her manners.

  He reaches for a bottle of what he assumes is oil and coats his fingers generously before sliding them back between her legs.

  Liam frowns, confused by the necessity of such things. She smells wet and aroused enough that lubrication should be unnecessary, but then she makes a pained noise as the man slides his fingers into her hole that lets him know something’s not quite right.

  “No, no, please. Please, stop. Not there, Charles.”

  “I thought you wanted me inside you, darling? Now you want me to stop?” he asks, his tone dangerously low as he keeps his fingers inside her. “I could leave. Is that what you want?”

  She sobs. “No, no. Don’t leave.”

  “You’re being contrary, baby.”

  She sobs, giving up on words altogether as she bucks into his hand. She cries out every time his fingers delve deeper into her tight hole and even from afar, Liam can hear the wet sound of his fingers pumping into her heat. With hit free hand, the vampire begins to smack her pussy, hard slaps that makes her cry out again and again. “No, no, please,” she hiccups, tears running down her pretty face.

  The smell of pain and arousal fills his lungs with every greedy inhale. He isn’t aware that he has lost control of his shift until he hears the crunch of the wooden window splintering in his grip and his knot begins to form in his other hand. There’s something wrong with him and he can’t begin to care. He gasps as he pumps his cock, closing his eyes and imagining that he’s fucking into her hole as the young creature in his neighbor’s bed sobs and comes apart.

  His come spurts out the open window.

  His ears ring from the intensity of his own pleasure and when he is able to hear again, he strains his ears to listen in on what’s happening.

  “Charles,” she sounds broken. “It hurts. It won’t fit.”

  “Only cause you’re so tiny, baby. And we know it fits. We’ve done it before, haven’t we?” There’s a teasing tone in his growl that makes her muster a wobbly smile. “Don’t you want me to fill you up?” The vampire asks and is rewarded with another nod. “My perfect little whore, wanting cock even though you’ve already come.” He pulls back and licks up her wet slit.

  Her reaction is instant. She curls up despite the bondage keeping her spread, arcing off the bed following the swipe of his tongue on her clit like she can’t help herself. “Ah- anh anh,” she moans, face flushed as she keeps pushing up.

  He can smell the thick arousal in their room, the vampire’s scent muted and cold whereas hers is alive and burning. He is too lust-drunk to think clearly, too muddled to do anything to stop himself as he climbs up through the open window and stalking towards the other house so he can have a better look.

  The duo are so engrossed in each other that they don’t even hear him when he’s outside their window, peering in like the shameless voyeur that he’s turned into.

  The vampire crawls over her, rubbing the head of his cock over her hole. This close, he can see how her anal hole is spread open, the walls gaping and occasionally spasming in an effort to close together. He understands the vampire’s desire to fill it up.

  “Charles- Charles, please,” she whimpers. “I want- I want you in my- in my pussy,” she sobs and it’s so surprising to hear the vulgar words from her lips that Liam’s hard again despite his orgasm literally moments ago.

  “I know, darling,” he whispers. “But this isn’t about you, is it? It’s for me,” he says. “All of you belong to me, baby. You’re mine.”

  “I am,” she cries readily. “I’m yours.”

  He kisses her hard and then draws back and away. “Tell me what you want, darling. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you,” she whimpers, tears falling down her cheeks.

  “You can do better than that…” He spreads her legs wide and slaps her between her legs lightly, causing her to cry out again and again.

  “Oh!” she cries out. “Oh, please, please, Charles. I want- ah- ah- I want your cock inside my pussy. Please fuck me.” She sounds wrecked, tears choking her as she sobs and pleads for him.

  “Good girl,” he says, leaning back with unnatural grace to slice through the cloths tying her legs apart. Then, to Liam’s surprise, he glances out the window and their eyes meet. “You know what would be good, darling?” he says, not breaking eye-contact. “We could have Liam join us. You want him, don’t you, baby girl? Want a thick werewolf knot in your pussy as I fuck your hole?” He slides his fingers in her anal hole as he says this and the scent of arousal is so thick that it’s stifling.

  “Charles,” she cries.

  “Say it,” he hisses. “Say you want it or I’ll stop.”

  It’s blatant manipulation. Liam shouldn’t grow hard from hearing it, shouldn’t feel his orgasm building.

  “I- I do,” she sobs and Liam lets out a dangerously low growl as his knot swells in his grip. He doesn’t know what the vampire is doing. He glares at Charles and tries to convey his irritation through his gaze. Never has he felt so jealous and confused all at once.

  Thankfully, the young girl is so out of it that she doesn’t hear him.

  The vampire smirks at him and turns his attention back to her lover. “Good girl,” he says, undoing the knots on her wrist before slowly sliding his thick cock into her heat, pushing in gradually.

  She twists under him, trying to push back, trembling arms winding around his broad shoulders and holding tight. She’s such a small thing, really. He can hardly even see her underneath him if not for her limbs wrapped tightly around his torso.

  “So tight, baby,” the vampire growls. “Such a perfect little mate. Look how wet your hole is for me.” He whispers sweet nothings into her ear as he begins to rock into her body.

  There is nothing but the sounds of their bodies slapping together, her soft gasps and his grunt as he fucks her into the bed.

  Liam comes twice more, spurting come all over their walls like he’s trying to mark the house with his scent as he watches them. He leaves before he can hear them come.

  Chapter Ten: Offered (Exhibitionism)

  He should move away and move on. He should look for a willing mate elsewhere but he can’t. He is certain the vampire will tire of her soon and he wants to make sure he is there to pick up the pieces when he does.

  Except that doesn’t happen.

  After that encounter, Liam begins to hear his name a lot more on the vampires lips as he fucks her, asking her whether she would rather have him instead, questioning if she would let Liam breed her. The word rings in his ears and makes his wolf snarl. He would. He is wolf enough to knot her, fill her with cum and lock them together when his knot forms, cock swelling to make sure she can’t pull away so that his come stays inside of her, make sure she carries his cubs. His teeth aches at the thought of filling her. He wants so badly to do it.

  She is flustered at first, confused by why her lover is saying those things, but as time goes on, it is clear that this is
more than another one of his games, that he is actually asking her if she wants him on her bed and it confuses Liam to hear the sincerity in the vampire’s tone when he offers it.

  He has never met a wolf willing to share it’s mate before but perhaps it is different for vampires? He has never met one before. Perhaps it is the norm with them.

  He tries not to eavesdrop as often after that. It messes with his wolf and it is getting harder and harder not to stalk into their home and claim her for himself.

  To make matters worse, while she had been against the idea at first, the perfect little fae used to monogamy and loving just one person, she begins to open up to it after Charles’ manipulations and repeated taunts.

  In the end, Charles is the one who makes the first step. Or rather, he is the one who causes the shift in everything.

  It should not be as easy as it is, but Charles walk up to his door one day with Delilah in his arms and he shoves her forward until he has no choice but to catch her less she falls. She yelps and wounds her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world for her to do.

  Liam is an honorable man, but he isn’t a saint. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest in the guise of making sure she doesn’t fall and injure herself and his nose presses in her hair, drinking in her scent greedily before he can stop himself. Not that he is trying hard to stop himself either. She is so close, so sweet and pliant.

  She is boneless in his grasp and her normally sweet scent is tinted with something spicy that is not quite natural. He smells alcohol on her too, enough to make him feel light-headed just sniffing her. She makes a sort of whimpering noise up against his chest and sighs comfortably.

  “Hello, Liam,” she murmurs, tightening her hold on him. She stands on her toes and presses a heedless kiss on his neck. It isn’t something wolves do. Her teeth is so close to his skin, to the most vulnerable part of the wolf.