The Elfbitten Trilogy

by Leila Bryce Sin

  “Gods yes,” he breathed, his pace increasing until I could feel him hitting the end of me. I licked my lips and smiled. I tilted my hips forward, opening further to him. A rumble crawled through his chest, the sound of skin slapping skin and distant music masked any other sounds in the hallway.

  “Baby,” I breathed, “do you regret leaving me for that fairy whore?” I glanced down the hall towards the restrooms.

  “Fuck yes,” he said as I felt him swelling inside of me, reaching the edge of his orgasm.

  “Yes, Cillian,” I said, letting my body go loose so I would thrust in time with him. “Fuck me, Cillian, fuck me hard!”

  “Oh fuck yeah,” he said through gritted teeth. His fingers gripped my hips, his face bent forward so he could watch himself slide in and out of me.

  “Fuck yes, Cillian,” I yelled, encouraging him. He snarled, taking a step back so only my shoulders braced me against the wall and my body stretched out in front of him. He bent forward, taking my right breast into his mouth. His tongue lashed over my nipple and he suckled at me. I arched my back into him, moaning loudly for anyone nearby to hear. My hips rocked into him as I arched and he ripped away from my breast and slammed me against the wall again, burying his face into my neck. He was panting, angry noises escaping his mouth.

  “Are you close?” I asked.

  “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, I’m close,” he breathed.

  “Come on, Cillian, give it to me!” I yelled. “Tell me what you want!”

  “I want to cum inside you!” he growled.

  “What else do you want?”

  “I want you to cum all over my cock, Taryn!”

  “Tell me when you’re almost there,” I begged.

  “Oh gods, I’m almost there!” he yelled.

  “Good,” I said. I pushed against his shoulders, making him take pause. I released my legs to slide down the wall to my feet, effectively stopping him before he came. I shoved him away from me and pulled my skirt back down over my hips.

  “Wait, what?” he stammered, his knees almost giving way under him, his wet cock trembling in front of him. “Taryn, I thought…” he started to reach for me.

  “You thought what, Cillian?” Trixie screamed, standing just a few feet away from us, having come out of the ladies room.

  “Trix!” Cillian gasped, stumbling backwards, but his jeans tripped him and he fell on his bare ass.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Trixie bore down on him, her eyes lost to black and that animal snarl back on her delicate features.

  “I can explain,” Cillian said, putting his hands up in surrender.

  “Well, I’ll let you two sort this out. Trixie, you can even finish up for me if you’d like,” I said lightly, flashing a smile at them. “Listen, Cillian, don’t think this makes things even, but well, I do feel a little better.” He stared at me, mouth agape and confusion etched on his once beautiful face.

  “You fucking whore,” Trixie spat at me.

  “Oh Trixie, glass houses and stones don’t go together,” I tsked at her and blew a kiss at Cillian. “Hope that doesn’t hurt too badly,” I nodded at his still hard cock and spun on my heel and walked over to Roxy.

  “You are a cruel bitch,” Roxy laughed when I reached her.

  “Thanks!” I beamed at her and led the way back to the club proper.

  “Feel better?” she asked.

  “Actually,” I glanced over my shoulder, “yeah, I really do.” Trixie was storming out of the club with Cillian hot on her heels, trying to put his clothing back in order as he rushed after her.

  “I can’t believe he thought he could get some from you,” Roxy said, watching them leave.

  “It was the bite mark.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He kept trying to go for it; I think he was just trying to get some blood from me.”

  “Ew,” Roxy said succinctly.

  “They haven’t been raising magic together, so he was drained. I think he was just trying to get some from me, but then when I took him into the hallway to get fucked he wasn’t going to turn me down.” I shook my head, still staring at the club door even though it was closed and they were lost from sight.

  “So he wasn’t trying to get you back,” Roxy said, “he was just gonna get some blood from you and go back to her, wasn’t he?”

  “I’m not sure. After the way he’s changed, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to keep both of us.” I laughed, the sound bursting from me suddenly. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders; one night of dancing with Roxy and I had let Cillian go.

  “I can’t believe I wasted so much time on him,” I sighed once I caught my breath.

  “Don’t think about it anymore,” Roxy said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away. We melted back into the crowd. The energy was back in full force and people had already forgotten about the earlier interruption. Roxy found a couple of partners almost immediately and she reached for me, but I needed a break. I slipped away and stepped off of the dance floor. I was still practically naked, glad I had a jacket in the coat check room that would get me home without being arrested later. The boots had served me well; it had been a few hours and my feet weren’t complaining. I thought about going back to the bar, but I had drunk more alcohol tonight than I had in the last year and I could still feel its effects clouding my head.

  I found a booth, miraculously empty, and slipped in. The booths here were deep and dimly lit and the bench seats wide enough to lie down on. Usually you’d find at least two couples occupying a booth at a time, with a third occupying the table top. I didn’t think I’d get to enjoy this moment of solitude for much longer. I slid all the way to the end of the booth and stretched my legs out on the bench, leaning my shoulders back against the wall so that I could still people watch. When the crowd shifted, I even caught sight of Roxy and her dance partners. She was with a man and a woman. From the looks of it, the man was the fairy she’d danced with earlier (although it was hard to be sure) and the woman was an elf, but it was hard to tell from their position.

  Roxy’s back was to the fairy; he was bracing her body as she arched backwards, holding on to his hands for balance. Her shoulders were pressed into his chest, her breasts jiggling as she squirmed. At some point, she’d lost her skirt, now only wearing the lace up sandals. The elf girl was on her knees in front of Roxy, her face buried between her thighs. The points of her ears were just high enough to be seen over the curve of Roxy’s thigh. If her rich, dark hair was any indication, she was a Shadow Elf, her fair skin almost glowing in the dark club. Her hips were as round and welcoming as her perky breasts, tiny pale pink nipples hard and trembling as she worked at Roxy. The air around them shimmered with magic, giving them a soft quality even as the elf girl sucked on Roxy’s clit and shook her head roughly, making Roxy howl in delight. I watched as she lapped hungrily at Roxy, her hand reaching up to plunge two fingers deep inside Roxy, frantically working at her.

  “Insatiable, isn’t she?” a vaguely familiar voice asked across the table. I jumped in my seat, a squeak escaping my mouth in fright.

  “Gods be damned, you scared the shit out of me,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest, keeping my heart from bursting out.

  “Terribly sorry,” Andre said, but I could hear from the tone in his voice he wasn’t sorry in the least. As a matter of fact, he sounded amused. I glared at him across the table. He was sitting in a perfect mirror image of me, except he had one knee bent.

  “Listen, Andy, if you’re stalking me,” I started, but his chuckle cut me off.

  “Taryn,” my name rolled from his lips, “you joined me.”

  “What?”

  “I was sitting here first,” he explained, inclining his head slightly towards the dim light in the middle of the booth. His soft curls tumbled forward, catching blue in the light.

  “I, uh,” I stammered, blinking stupidly. “I thought the booth was empty.” I started to scoot towards the open end of the booth to leave. />
  “Please, stay,” he said it like a request, but it sounded like a command. The words struck a cord deep inside of me like a ringing bell and I stilled my motions. I glanced towards the dance floor, but the crowd had shifted again and I couldn’t see Roxy anymore. I noticed no one looked our way; waitresses didn’t even stop to check on us as they walked by.

  “Okay,” I said slowly, suddenly missing my lost shirt. As a general rule, fae creatures don’t understand the concept of feeling self-conscious, but with a vampire leering at you, you can’t help but want to cover up.

  “Your perfume is,” he paused and inhaled deeply, just as he had in the hallway, “intoxicating.” I knew he was talking about the scent of my blood from the bite mark on my shoulder, but I didn’t correct him.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. I turned in my seat and set my feet on the floor, letting the table cover me a little.

  “Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

  “No,” I said too quickly, rising to the bait. In the next moment, I felt a rush of air and he was on my side of the booth before I saw him move. He was looming over me, pressing me back into the booth so that I was looking up at him. His nose was touching mine he was so close. Bracing himself on the bench and the table, he held his body off of mine for the most part. When I fell back, I had instinctively drawn my feet up and bent my knees, where he was happily situated now.

  “Maybe I scare you a little then,” he breathed the surprisingly warm words over my cheek. I tried to swallow past the sand in my mouth, but I couldn’t manage to get my voice working, so I closed my mouth and tried to slow the beating of my heart. I felt his power vibrating at the edges of my aura, pushing at my skin, calling to my own magic. It was heady and inviting. I found myself breathing deeper, drawing the scent of his power into me, and letting it coil around my magic. The punctures in the bite mark left by the Hunter began to pulse, answering Andre’s call. I felt them pulsating throughout my body, making me squirm.

  With control I have never seen before, he let go of both the table and the bench and lowered himself down onto me, his hips settling comfortably between my legs. His hand reached back and slid down my thigh until he caught the hem of my skirt. He pushed it slowly up my hips, the tight leather fighting for every inch, until it circled loosely at my waist, giving my legs more room. I opened to him before I caught myself and he pushed his hips into me, rocking my hips back a little until I could feel the swell of his groin pressing into my crotch.

  “You’ve fed tonight,” I managed, my voice rough with nerves and a little excitement. His lips spread in a slow smile until I saw the tips of his fangs. I remembered a similar smile on the face of the Hunter. A tremor shook my body, making me rub against Andre. The cotton of his t-shirt was soft and cool against my bare breasts and stomach, while the leather of his pants was rough against the tender flesh of my thighs.

  “Not nearly enough,” he answered. It took me a moment to remember what I had said, but when it registered what he was hoping for, I was glad the dark of the booth hid the blush that colored my cheeks. But he could hear the beat of my thundering heart and feel the heat rush through my body. A hungry growl rumbled from him as he traced his nails along the outside of my thigh with one hand. He was holding himself up with the flat of his other forearm. The blue black curls hung around my face like a storm cloud, giving us a false sense of privacy.

  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.