I smiled and let the water wash away the suds before I leaned forward, pushing one of his legs to the side and ducked my head under. I tilted my chin up and caressed his balls with my lips. His body trembled above me as my tongue darted out, tasting him.
“Luv, you have to give me a minute,” he chuckled above me, but made no move to stop me. “I’m only human after all.”
I smiled even though he couldn’t see me and opened my mouth, taking one ball into my mouth, gently, rolling it with my tongue. He moaned above me and I sucked a little harder, pulling away and grazing the skin with my teeth. I felt him tense at my touch, but I only turned my head and applied the same attention to the other, but rather than pulling away at the end, I opened my mouth wider and pulled both into my mouth, teasing them with my tongue. I released him slowly, turning my head against his leg to latch my mouth on the muscle behind his balls, almost the extension of his cock. He swore above me as I sucked on this unexplored area of his body, making his legs tremble around me.
I felt his hands in my hair again, but he only held on to me as my tongue slid firmly against him, stopping at the curve of his ass. I reached with one hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. While not fully erect, it was still hard enough to play with. I slid my hand up, swirling over the head, and then came back down, pressing into the base of his cock. I pressed my lips to that firm muscle that led both to his cock and to his ass and began sucking fervently while I continued to stroke his cock, feeling him growing thicker in my hand. He groaned in appreciation, the water rushing over his body, down to me, muffling any coherent words he might have spoken. I could feel the hard shower floor biting into my knees and knew I couldn’t keep this up for too long. I called up the magic he had helped me store over the last two days; it circled in my belly like a warm kitten brushing up against my skin. The power pooled in my hands and mouth, anywhere my skin was touching his. I felt him start when he felt the change in our contact.
I gripped his cock tighter, twisting up and down; I sucked on the muscle, pulling it into my hungry mouth, and released the magic. If Daniel hadn’t been braced against the wall, he would’ve been knocked on his ass. As it was, his fingers tightened in my hair to keep his balance. My magic filled the shower stall and pulsed through our bodies. He began to tremble above me, around me, until he was screaming colorful English swear words as the orgasm tore through his body. His body shook one last time before he slumped against the wall, his hands falling away from me.
Carefully, I stood up under the cooling water, letting it rinse my body off. The colder water brought my still-tender nipples to hard little points, making me shiver. My body was alive with pulsating nerve endings. I could feel the bite on my shoulder throbbing still, after all of that, making me want to jump on Daniel again and take more. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the cold water rush over me, hoping it would cool the fire in my loins. I had a horrible thought: perhaps it wasn’t humans that became struck by elves. Maybe we became elfstruck, unable to satisfy our needs. Maybe the bite the Hunter had given me had struck me and I was just lucky it was Daniel that came to my rescue.
“That was incredible,” Daniel said as he reached for me, taking my hips in his hands and pulling me against him. “What was that?” he asked with a drunken smile.
“Bright Elf magic,” I said, reaching with one hand to turn off the shower, unable to deal with the cold water now.
“I didn’t know it was like that,” he said, pulling me against him again once I had the knobs turned off. Our bodies were slick with water, but his grip was strong enough to keep me from slipping. I set my hands on his shoulders, noticing that the half-moon marks I had carved into him were already healed, most likely from the magic I had fed him.
“Our magic is raised with sex and lust,” I explained. “We store it up for use, but while in the middle of a sex act, or if there is enough lust in an area, we can unleash it at will.” I pushed away from him and opened the shower door, reaching for a couple of towels and handing one to him before wrapping the other around me. When we were safe from dripping everywhere, I stepped out. I reached for a comb and started working it through my hair while Daniel simply ran a hand over his Mohawk, shaking the excess water from it and making it stand up naturally.
“Convenient,” I said to his reflection.
“It is,” he nodded, tugging on a few locks of red and black hair to make sure they stood up at the right angle. “The ladies love it too,” he added with a wink. I made a gagging noise and rolled my eyes.
“So,” he said slowly, drawing out the word. He had stepped back to lean against the far wall, trying to look casual, but I could practically feel the agitation rippling off of him.
“Yes?” I prompted, setting the comb on the counter and turning to face him.
“I’m getting some mixed signals from you. First you run out of the bedroom this morning, then you beg me to fuck you in the kitchen, then you tell me you didn’t remember the last two days, but then we come in here,” he waved at the shower, letting his sentence trail off. I felt a rush of embarrassment heat my face and turned away from him to hide the blush.
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. I reached for my robe hanging on the back of the door, wanting something more to cover me than the towel.
“Yeah,” he said, urging me to continue.
“Well,” I sighed audibly, tying a knot in the belt with a little more force than necessary before I turned around to face him again. “I think I’ve been struck.”
“Come again?” he blinked at me.
“I think the bite has me struck.”
“I thought it was us who get struck,” he said, the confusion wrinkling this brow.
“So did I.” I could hear the worry in my voice.
“Then why do you think you’re struck?”
“Because of all the reasons you just listed off,” I said, crossing my arms under my breasts. “You’ve been able to get me going with little effort, even though I can’t remember bringing you home, and once we get started I can’t stop myself.” He opened his mouth, I’m sure, to defend himself, but I held up a hand to forestall him.
“I’m not accusing you of anything, Daniel,” I said, trying to sound apologetic. “I’m saying I’ve been consenting this whole time, so why would you think anything was wrong?” He nodded, so I continued. “But when you get me going, the bite comes to life and I can’t control myself and I want more. Even right now,” I said, waving at him, only the towel covering the more intimate parts. “I could rip that towel off of you and go again! And part of me really, really wants to.”
“And that’s bad?” he asked. I could hear the humor in it, but it didn’t take the frown from my face.
“Yes,” I nodded, “it is because it isn’t me. I’m not saying I wouldn’t be attracted to you under normal circumstances, but I have always had a rule that I would never bed a human.”
“Why?”
“Because of the dangers of having one become struck by me.”
“And now you’re the one struck,” he offered.
“Yes.”
“But it’s that Hunter that has you struck.”
“I think so,” I dropped my gaze, suddenly feeling guilty for taking advantage of him all over again.
“I’m not angry with you, Taryn,” he said, but he didn’t come forward.
“But I’ve been using you.”
“Not intentionally.”
“Does it matter?” I asked, looking up again to watch his face when he answered.
“Yes, to me, it does.” And I saw the truth of his words in his eyes. A knot in my chest loosened.
“Thanks,” I managed to say without my voice catching.
“So what do you plan to do now?” he asked, making me realize I hadn’t thought about that yet.
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re struck, you need to find out how to fix it, don’t you? I mean, if the stories are true, you can’t live like
that.” He was right of course; the stories of people who were struck by the supernatural were terrifying tales of people unable to continue to lead a normal life because they couldn’t stop their need to satisfy their desire for whatever had them struck. But it appeared, since I was able to control myself enough to bring Daniel home and not hunt down the Hunter that had done this to me, I was simply struck by lust or by the bite. Either way, I had no idea what to do about it.
“You’re probably right,” I said. “I’ll have to find the Hunter.” Even as I thought about him, the bite throbbed on my shoulder, making me feel like much more intimate things were throbbing with need. Yeah, I had to find the bastard and fast.
“You keep calling him ‘the Hunter.’ Do you not know his name?”
“No,” I sighed, shaking my head. “It was a very brief encounter.”
“So you have no way to know how to find him.”
“The only thing I can think of is to go back to the club.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“No, but it’s the only idea I’ve got right now.”
“Then maybe I should come with you,” he said, surprising me. He had given me the impression, while he knew what club I was talking about, it wasn’t one he’d ever gone to.
“Why do you want to go with me?”
“To help,” he said it almost like a question. “If you’re struck by the bite or the Hunter, what if you go in there and can’t control yourself and forget why you’re there?”
“And you think you can help keep me focused?”
“Yes.”
“You’re affected by my magic, Daniel; if I want to distract you, I can.”
“Sure, but who else do you have that can help you with this?” I thought about it. I had Roxy, but, to be honest, I wasn’t sure she’d see this as such a problem. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but Roxy might take advantage of the situation. Roxy loved sex and raising magic. She might see this as an opportunity for a never ending supply of power.
“Only if you’re sure,” I finally said. “I don’t want you to go because you feel some weird obligation to me. If you’ve never been to that club, it can be kind of overwhelming.”
“No, I’ve never been and no, I don’t feel some weird obligation to you,” he responded. “But I do feel something for you, even if we hardly know each other.” He gave me that sly smile, making me smile back at him. He pushed away from the wall and crossed the short distance between us, stopping just in front of me. He set his hands on my hips and pulled me against him, closing those last few inches. He didn’t try for anything other than the embrace. I rested my cheek on his bare chest, enjoying his warm skin and the thud of his heart beat and slipped my arms around his narrow waist.
“I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into,” I whispered.
By the time I had blown out and styled my hair, applied my make-up, and figured out what to wear, Daniel had fixed us something to eat. That more than anything made me want to jump him right there on the kitchen table. I was so ravenous it made me wonder how long it had been since I’d eaten. Daniel assured me we had taken food breaks, but probably not as many as we should have. Once we were finished and the dishes were cleared away, it was late enough for the club to be open. I had warned Daniel, or at least tried to, about what the club was like, but he wasn’t at the least bit worried about it. I was. Daniel said he felt something for me. What if the bite made me lose it again and Daniel and I became separated and he wasn’t there to slake my lust and I satisfied the craving with someone else? How would he feel about helping me then?
Choosing what to wear to the club proved to be much more difficult this time around. Last time, showing as much skin as possible was the goal, along with easy access, but tonight I wasn’t interested in seducing anyone I wanted. However, if the power of the bite did take over my mind, I didn’t want to be wearing something so constricting that I might damage it to get it off. It was quite the dilemma.
Finally I decided on a slinky little grey dress. The material was soft and clingy, hugging my curves and ending two inches below my ass. It had a halter-top neckline, the material stretchy enough that it just slipped over my head without any fasteners. I adjusted my breasts, happy that the halter was tight enough to keep my girls up and in, showing a mound of cleavage. The halter top left the bite mark exposed, but I figured it was okay since I was going to try and find the Hunter and talk to him about it. Because the material wasn’t shiny, I was able to pair it when the boots the flirtatious pixie coat check girl had given me. They were a beautiful soft black suede, knee high and flat soled. I left my long blond hair down to tumble around my shoulders. I didn’t bother with jewelry since the dress showed off so much. Finally I decided on a pair of crotch-less panties. No, I wasn’t planning on having sex there, but just in case the bite mark had other plans, I didn’t want to lose another pair.
“Bloody hell,” Daniel said when I walked into the living room. He gave me wide eyes and his mouth was open in surprise.
“I hope that’s a compliment,” I said, glancing down at myself, not seeing much past the swell of breasts and grey cloth stretched over them. I spun around, letting him see the whole thing, stopping to face him again. He managed to blink, but still hadn’t said anything. I snapped my fingers to get his attention.
“It’s definitely a compliment,” he finally said after swallowing audibly. I snickered and shook my head, tossing my hair over my shoulder. I walked over to the coffee table and grabbed my purse, making sure everything I needed was in there.
“You know,” Daniel said, his voice telling me he was much closer to me than he had been a moment again. “The club is open until sunset, we have plenty of time to get there.” He finished with his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his front. I could feel through the thin dress and layer of his jeans just what he was suggesting we do before we go. And I thought I was the one we had to worry about.
“No,” I said laughing, pushing his hands away. “I don’t want to take the chance that we’ll miss the Hunter.” But just his suggestion, coupled with the closeness of his aroused body, ignited the bite, making me squirm a little. I found myself pressing my legs together. Quickly I pushed his hands away and turned around to face him, putting one hand on his chest and pushing him away.
“Fine,” he sighed in mock resignation. I just shook my head at him.
Daniel didn’t really have anything to change into, so he was just wearing what he said he’d been wearing when we met two nights ago. He had on heavy black biker books, dark blue jeans with the legs cuffed like some 1950’s greaser, and a simple black t-shirt that hugged his lean and muscular torso. I saw his leather motorcycle jacket tossed over the back of the couch, waiting for him. I glanced up and saw that he had found some hair product to make his two inch tall Mohawk stand up straight. The red looked shinier and the black tips almost looked sharp when the light hit them. I was very pleased with the over all look, especially pleased by the fact that his Mohawk was short and tidy, not some over-done, five inch tall punk rocker mess. Even his five o’clock shadow added an edge to his face that made my heart flutter.
“Ready?” I asked, dragging my gaze away from Daniel, grabbing my purse and the same leather jacket I had worn the other night.
“Yeah, let’s go find this bloke,” he replied, a hint of anger in his voice making his accent just a little thicker. He helped me into my jacket before pulling his on and holding the door open for me.
We rode over to the club on his motorcycle. I was happy to be conscious this time. It was exhilarating, holding onto Daniel, pressed into his back, my stomach flipping when we took curves in the road. I’d be lying if I didn’t mention the amazing feeling of the rumble of the engine between my thighs. That alone would be reason enough for me to buy one. There were a couple of times, while we idled at a red light, where I had to stop my hands from wandering Daniel’s body.
Baven, my half-troll friend, wasn’t
working the front door tonight. We had to go through a screening process for Daniel since he was human. They needed to make sure he wasn’t an undercover cop come to case the place for a raid and he even had to sign a full release form stating he wouldn’t hold the club owners accountable for anything that might happen to him while inside. I had never brought a human with me, so this was all as much of a surprise to me as it was to Daniel, who had never been here before.
“I hope this place is worth the hassle,” he whispered to me as we walked down the long, dark hallway that led to the club proper.
“I suppose that’s a matter of opinion,” I replied. “But I think, if you know what this club is for, you would think it was worth it.”
“They make it sound like you’re risking life and limb coming in here.”
“Well, you are, kind of,” I said. “You could become elfstruck or pixiestruck or fairystruck and that could be a life sentence. And last time I was in here, there was at least one vampire and one shape shifter, so you could be risking mortal danger.”
“Bollocks,” Daniel said and I realized he had stopped. I turned around and walked back over to him.
“What?”
“A vampire and a shape shifter? You’re putting me on,” he said.
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m not. My friend Roxy had a dance with the shifter and I had a dance with the vampire.”
I watched him try to control his reaction, but I saw his face twitch. I crossed my arms and glared at him, daring him to say something about my being with Andre or Roxy being with the shifter. I finally said, “Listen, Daniel, if you can’t handle hearing something like that, you won’t last five minutes inside. And if you have a problem with me, just tell me now and get out of here.”
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