by Dani April
Then he was lifting her up in his muscle bound arms and carrying her to the bed. After setting her down on top the covers as if she weighed no more than a few pounds, he backed away from her just long enough to undress. Those seconds he was gone from her seemed to take forever.
Naked as she was, he knelt before her on the floor. Hands grasped her knees and parted her legs for him. He bowed to her pussy and took her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sending her over the edge for her first climax.
Rebecca let out another scream and pounded her fists back onto the mattress.
He gave suckle to her inflamed clit, nursing it slowly out into the open. Just when she thought she could not take it any longer, when she thought her heart was going to explode, he stopped and backed away from her again.
There was another agonizing wait. She left her knees hiked in the air and open for him. Her body was writhing in anticipation above the bed. Her fists held the scrunched up bed covers as if they were a lifeline in her hands.
His cock was swollen, red, and angry. He ran the giant head over her pussy lips to lube himself on her flow of juices. Then he arched his hips and was inside her, moving, penetrating, and forcing a new climax on her that would surely tear her body in half from its strength.
She brought her feet around his back and kicked and pounded on his tightly packed buttocks. Her screams were loud and angry and filled the large bedroom with their urgency. He was driving her body higher, forcing her mind into focus, making her climax beyond her endurance.
“Goddamn you!” she cursed him through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop, you bastard! Do it to me harder! Yes! Yes! Oh God yes!”
He hammered her with his rock-hard body. His balls hit her butt as he slammed his cock home in stroke after agonizing stroke. Propped on top of her by his elbows, he reached down to her and grabbed one of her breasts in each of his hands. He squeezed and kneaded and raised them up to his hungry mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his back and held him tightly down to her. She never wanted to let him go. Tears were running down her face. Her screams had faded to a desperate sob, and she scrunched her face at the rush of orgasms that flooded her body.
The walls of her pussy began to contract around his pounding cockhead. The torrent swept out from her pussy and took control of the rest of her struggling body. She rose up to him and bit down hard on his shoulder to try and stem the tide, but to no avail.
Far from being finished, he slammed into her harder and harder with each giant thrust he took inside her. His rhythm was increasing, taking on the form of a mad race to the finish line.
Just when she was about to beg him, when she thought she could endure no more, she felt the warm gusher erupt from his driving cockhead and spray the innermost part of her body with its sticky warmth. Five or six more massive thrusts up her canal to fully empty himself and she could feel him going limp.
It was at that moment that she realized she was still biting him. She had not only bitten his shoulder, but she had bitten his neck. The skin had been broken, and she had drawn his blood. She tasted it on her tongue and smelled its pungent odor.
Dear God, Rebecca thought, her transformation into a vampire had begun.
Chapter Fifteen
Rebecca opened her eyes. She was in bed under the covers. During the night someone had carried her back to her room in the tower of the castle. Sunlight was streaming in the window brightly next to the bed, making a happy place of the room.
How she had gotten back up here or who had brought her was a mystery. She had been out cold. Her dreams had been frenzied, half filled with erotic delights that made her take joy in being alive, and half filled with terrible nightmares that made her frightened to think about her future.
Ian was in the room with her. He was over by the mirror mounted on the bureau. He had brushed back his long hair over one shoulder. She took a moment to examine his enormous body in the quiet of the morning. He wore only his boxers, and she saw tattoos covered many areas along the surface of his otherwise smooth skin. Because of his size, long hair, and beard, Rebecca got the impression she was reviewing a mythical god instead of a man.
Now she remembered. Ian had made love to her last night in Peter’s bedroom.
“Bloody hell!” Ian cursed softly to himself. She saw that he was inspecting his neck in the mirror and using the sunlight from the window to see by.
She got up out of bed to go to him and was halfway across the room before she realized she was still naked. Oh well, he had already seen everything there was to see. Rebecca had never believed modesty between lovers was warranted.
She went to him and looked up at his neck at the area he was inspecting. There was a mark there, and whatever had happened to that patch of skin had caused him to bleed. She could see the dried blood against his skin.
“What is it, Ian?” She reached out with her hand to get a good look for herself.
“Morning, Becky.” He seemed startled by her presence. “Nothing for you to worry about. I’ve had far worse.”
“How did this happen?” Just after the question had left her lips, one of the scenes from the night before came rushing back to her. She knew exactly how the mark on his neck had gotten there. It was a bite mark, and she had been the one who bit him.
Ian didn’t say anything to her and just tried to shrug it off.
“Oh my God, Ian!” She gasped in realization. “I did that to you! I bit you last night!”
“Don’t even think about it. This isn’t anything.”
She went to the bathroom and found a little first aid kit she had seen when she first moved into the room. Racing back to Ian, she took out a couple of bandages and got a cotton ball of antiseptic ready.
“Hold still,” she scolded him as she lifted the cotton ball to the wound. “Human teeth are more dangerous than animals. You could easily get an infection.”
“It really isn’t a big deal.” His deep voice was soothing, and he placed a hand on her naked shoulder to steady her. “I can think of worse places to get bitten.”
“It’s a big deal to me. I’m the one who did this.”
“Oh shit! Bloody hell!” he swore as the antiseptic soaked ball touched his sensitive skin.
“Hold still, you big oaf. I’m going to put a bandage on this for you.”
“You don’t have to play the nurse for me, Becky.” He winced again as she pressed the ball home. “You already did enough for me last night.”
“I’m doing this for myself. I feel terrible that this is my fault.” She fussed over the bite mark some more and elicited more curses from him. “Does this mean I’ve become a vampire? Did I drink your blood last night?”
“No, you didn’t drink my blood,” he told her as if the whole incident meant nothing to him. “And look at the sun shining on your beautiful body. If you were a vampire, you’d be burning up.”
Realizing she was still naked as she worked, she overcame a slight twinge of embarrassment and continued to work on him. “I’ve never done anything like that before. Just the thought of it scares the hell out of me.”
“You’ve probably never gotten banged under those circumstances before either.”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“What you did was only your body’s natural reaction to…what we were doing at the time. It has nothing to do with you becoming a vampire, or not becoming a vampire. It has everything to do with a good fucking…at least it was good for me…”
She finished covering his neck with the bandage and set the first aid kit aside on the bureau. She was shivering, not from cold or from her nudity, but from how close she felt she had come to losing herself last night and giving in to becoming what Peter was trying to make her.
Now that she had nothing else to occupy herself with, she wasn’t sure how to act with Ian. After what they had done together last night, things were going to be awkward. However, he made things easy for her by wrapping her shivering body in his a
rms. She gratefully accepted his hug.
“I’m going to take you back to bed, Becky.”
She shrugged and let him lead her back to the bed. He helped her under the covers. Then he crawled under them with her. The warmth of his body was comforting. He put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her roughly under the protection of his arm. She wasn’t going to resist him. She realized there were tears welling in her eyes, and when she spoke, the sad desperation she felt was easy to hear.
“I was so afraid. I thought I was becoming like Peter. I even thought maybe he had already turned me into one of them.”
Ian gave her a comforting pat and kissed the top of her head. He readjusted the blankets over both of them, bringing them up past her shoulder and halfway up his chest.
“That’s not the way a human is turned into a vampire,” he told her.
“How do you know so much about vampires?”
“Peter has been an acquaintance of mine for ten years, first as an adversary and then as a friend. I have learned a lot from him.”
She rested her head in the crock of his arm and looked up at him silently.
“To become a vampire, the human has to die first. I mean their heart has to stop beating and their brain waves go flat. The whole nine yards.”
“The vampire has to drink all of their blood?”
“That would be one way of dying, if a human lost all of their blood. That would certainly kill someone, and a few vampires have been known to use that method to bring about death, including Peter’s late ex. But the maker vampire doesn’t have to be the one to bring death to the human. The human can die in any way imaginable. It could be in an accident, or through a disease, or just natural causes. Human beings can die in lots of different ways.”
“But if the person is dead, then how does the vampire get to them? They wouldn’t have any more blood circulating through their body for the vampire to drink.”
“It isn’t about the vampire drinking your blood. Just before you die, the maker vampire comes to you. That vampire cuts themselves and you drink a large quantity of their blood. You drink so much of it that it fills your veins and starts flowing through you in place of your old blood. That way when you die…well, you’re not really dead at all the best I can tell. I think it’s probably more like a coma. But every system in your body has shut down. You’d be medically dead at that time.”
“Then what happens?”
“The newly made vampire wakes up at the next sunset, normally in the arms of their maker. I suspect they are quite disoriented for a while…and when I say that, I mean in vampire time. Probably they feel disoriented for years.”
“And that’s it? Then they are vampires?”
“That’s it,” Ian assured her. “They are vampires after that for all eternity, or until a vampire hunter like me gets wise to them and comes after them.”
“But Peter’s female vampire…his maker…she turned human again after all those years. Peter said she died of old age.”
“That’s true,” he admitted. “I can’t figure her out. Best I can tell, neither can Peter. He reads all those books about rare blood diseases. I suppose he’s afraid that might happen to him one day.”
“So a vampire really isn’t immortal then?”
“No one’s immortal, Becky.” He gave her another pat and a squeeze of her bare shoulder. “So you see, you don’t have to worry about becoming a vampire, at least not yet. Also, I believe Peter is crazy in love with you. He wouldn’t ever do anything to cause you to die.”
“What happens to me if Peter decides to drain all of my blood and then have me drink his blood?”
“My Blazer is still parked out in the desert,” he reminded her. “If it comes down to it, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you out of here whether you or Peter like it or not. So don’t you worry anymore, I’m not going to let you become a vampire. I don’t think Tex or Ramos would let that happen to you either. You’re not alone out here, Beck.”
“Tonight will be my last full night with Peter. Just let me have that time to spend with him and talk to him. Saturday night you can drive me back into Vegas to catch my flight Sunday morning.”
“You sure you aren’t playing Russian Roulette out here?”
“I don’t know.” She looked down at the blankets covering their bodies. “I might be. But after this, I’ll never see Peter again. I just want one more night to try and talk to him and get through to him. Just give me that. Then I’ll leave for good.”
“Whatever you say, pretty lady.”
She took comfort from being held in his arms under the blankets. He was easy to talk to, and she knew that no matter what happened she wanted him to be her friend. He was just one of those people one could always rely on in a clutch and never have to worry about their motives. She remembered what they had done last night. That was insanity, and it would never happen again. But she would always have the memory.
“Last night I begged Peter to make love to me, Ian,” she confided in him, feeling somehow she owed him an explanation for her actions.
“I know,” came his guileless rely.
“I would have given anything to have him inside of me last night. I think at that moment I would have even given my life. I was crazy. I know it’s only the aphrodisiac of the vampire blood. Somehow my system is really intolerant of it. I can’t even give him a kiss on the lips. Even his saliva makes me feel like I’m going to climax when I taste it. I start to sweat and get hot…” She looked under the blanket at herself. “I get hot down there. All I can do is think about sex after I’ve had a taste of Peter. I become crazy. All I want to do is have sex. It is the most frightening thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“It has a different effect on everybody. Some people just can’t take even a tiny exposure to the blood of a vampire. I think if the pharmaceutical companies of the world found out about vampire blood, they would manufacture it and make billions. But some people seem to be allergic to it.”
“Terrific,” she said sarcastically. “I’m one of those people. It means I can’t even touch Peter and keep my sanity. And I think even if I wasn’t under the spell of the aphrodisiac, I’d still want to touch him. Peter is…” She struggled for the right words to describe him. “Well, Peter is Peter. He’s quite a man. When he told me he loved me, he just about had me convinced. I guess that touched my heart in a place the vampire blood couldn’t reach.”
“Yes, I agree with you.” Ian let his big chest expand as he took a sigh. “Peter is quite a man. I can see why he would be easy for a woman to fall for.”
Rebecca sighed with him. She didn’t think she was falling for Peter in any sense of the word. But she was interested in him. No man had ever told her they loved her before, and those words, even coming from the mouth of a vampire, were so nice to hear.
“Too bad he just has one flaw,” she told Ian.
“Yes,” Ian agreed with her. “He likes to share his women and watch them get banged by his friends. Voyeurism is an odd fetish, one I never understood.”
Rebecca had to laugh and briefly hid her face on his chest. “I was going to say his one flaw was that he’s a vampire,” she told him. “But you bring up a good point. He did watch everything we did together last night, and we were doing it in his bed, too. The two of us put on quite a show for him.”
“Hell if we didn’t.” Ian laughed with her. “We gave him his own live X-rated movie.”
“I even forgot he was there.” She laughed some more. “I just shut him out after we started…”
“I was doing the same thing,” he told her, and they shared another laugh together.
Suddenly it dawned on her. Here she was in bed with one man, a man who had fucked the hell out of her the night before, talking openly of her feelings for another man. Guilt instantly riddled her conscience.
“I’m sorry, Ian,” she told him and looked up into his eyes to see if she could find out what the big man was feeling. “I used you last night. It wa
sn’t fair to you.”
He laughed good-naturedly and brought her in tighter with his arm for anther embrace that she gladly accepted. “I should be the one to say I’m sorry. If anyone got used last night, it was you, Beck. I didn’t feel like much of a gentleman when I woke up this morning.” He seemed hesitant and maybe even slightly embarrassed to say what came next. “You know, Beck, it’s not like the two of us are going to go riding off into the sunset together. We’re not ever going to get married and raise a family together. You understand that, right?”
She nodded and smiled up at him, hoping to reassure her gentle giant. “I loved what you told me last night,” she said. “I loved what you whispered to me before you made love to me. It made the whole thing more natural and harmless somehow, that entire BS you gave me about the one-night stand and the bar and your house on the beach.” She ran her hands over his chest. “Thank you for making me feel completely comfortable. Under the circumstances, I don’t think anyone else could have done it.”
“Hey now, I wasn’t lying to you.” He nuzzled her shoulder under the covers. “I do have a house on the beach back home. And that bar I told you about, well, I’ve picked up more women in that place than I can count.”
“Those were pretty adventurous women.”
He laughed and brought another arm around her, turning on his side to face her directly. “I’m hoping the two of us can be friends. We’ll make better friends than lovers in the long run, and we won’t have to worry about getting used.”
She reached up to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek, making him go quiet. “You know what, Ian, I think the two of us used each other last night.”
“I suppose we did. But it felt pretty damn good, didn’t it?”
“I guess I’ll have to give you that.” She laughed. “I think we’re even then.”
“Yes, we’re even.” He rubbed her shoulder some more, this time roughly. He reached down to take her hand in his, the covers coming partly off her nude body. “Are we friends then, Beck?”