“You’re amazing with your mouth, what can I say?” Lindsay retorted. She wasn’t afraid to admit that she had been begging for it. With the way Michael was treating her, she would be more than willing to drop to her knees and beg, if that was what he wanted.
“Would you like to see what else I can do with my mouth?” he asked with a smirk. After years and years of being the only male in his clan who was technically allowed to breed, he had more than enough of the experience that he needed to satisfy a woman. Bear or human, he knew his way around.
“Michael, don’t say things like that,” Lindsay muttered. The way Michael was looking at her, she wouldn’t be surprised if she fell over and passed out right then. He had gone into what she could only describe as predatory as he grabbed at the hem of her pajama pants. He thumbed the edge of them, slowly lowering them down her hips.
He nuzzled against her chest as he pulled her pants down, beginning to press his fingers against her and feeling the lingering wetness from earlier that night. Michael leaned back on the couch as he looked up at Lindsay, once again becoming more serious.
“Is this something you want?” he asked. His voice was low, he wasn’t used to asking the question. When he wanted something, he got it, he didn’t have to ask first. With Lindsay, though, he felt it was something he was required to do. He wanted to make sure that absolutely everything was perfect for her.
Lindsay stared down at Michael, nearly surprised that he had asked her. She hadn’t expected him to be the type—she smiled at him, and put a hand on his cheek. “Yes,” she whispered. “This is something that I want.”
Michael waited just a moment to hear her confirmation before he pulled Lindsay’s pants down the rest of the way. He tossed the fluffy material aside, and finally took in the sight of the girl in all of her wonder. Her thighs had marks all over them from growth, and her stomach had gentle rolls. He put his hands on her waist, and pulled the girl close, putting a kiss to her neck.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. She looked ready to contradict what he said, but he silenced her with a quick peck to her plump lips.
Lindsay glanced at him, and then at his pants. The tenting was clear in the fabric, and she untied the little strings that were there. Michael watched her wordlessly as she pulled his pants down, his full length bouncing free and to the night air. He was generously endowed, and Lindsay allowed herself a moment to widen her eyes and take it in. A moment later and she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking him in small motions.
Michael leaned his head back and sighed, furrowing his eyebrows upward. “When I met a human in the forest, I wasn’t planning on this,” he whispered.
Lindsay smiled at Michael, beginning to twist her fist as she moved it up and down along the shaft of his impressive cock. “What were you planning on?” he asked.
Michael shook his head, opening an eye at Lindsay and reaching up to run a hand through her hair. He pushed it aside, but despite his efforts, it fell back over her shoulders in a softly shining curtain. After she had deemed Michael hard enough, and once Michael could hardly stand it anymore, Lindsay positioned herself above Michael. He had his hands on her hips to guide her, and as she slid down, the two of them shared twin gasps of pleasure.
“Oh, Michael,” Lindsay breathed. “I want to feel every inch of you, Michael.”
Michael nodded, gripping Lindsay’s hips a little tighter. The human rested for a moment, while Michael engrossed himself in the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside of her. The velvet warmth surrounding him was better than any bear he had ever been with, and he was having a hard time breathing.
“This is amazing, Lindsay,” he murmured. “This is the best I’ve felt in years.” He leaned up, pulling Lindsay down and meeting her halfway in a kiss.
When they parted, the human began to move. She started out small, just simple pulses of her hips. The motion was amazing, but as she increased her pace and how hard she slammed back down on Michael, their shared sighs turned into near screams. With each move that she made, her chest moved with her, every part of her body moving as she rode Michael. She lifted her hips until Michael was nearly out of her, and then dropped back down onto him.
As she became adjusted to the pace, a grin spread wide on her features, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
“This is amazing,” she agreed, as though there hadn’t been a pause in their conversation.
Michael could hardly reply past nodding his head. He had been teasing Lindsay about sounding like a cub, but he was beginning to sound like one himself. Little grunts and whines escaped his lips the faster Lindsay moved, and he knew all too soon that it was Lindsay doing all of the work. He set his jaw and vowed to change it, meeting her halfway with thrusts of his own. He could do little more than to prop himself up on his toes and then drop back down.
“Close?” he asked, watching as the girl bit hard into her lower lip. She had her eyebrows screwed closer together, and Michael knew that it was getting harder and harder for her to resist anything but screaming.
He tugged at her bottom lip with his thumb, and with a gentle pry, she released her lip. Instantly, a delicate, drawn-out moan hit the air, saturating it even more with their love. Michael could smell the sex in the air, lifting his nose and taking in deep breaths. It was one of his favorite smells, rivaled only by how Lindsay herself smelled.
“Ahh, Michael!” the girl gasped.
She had her head thrown back, and looked oh-so like she had been in the forest. Only this time, Michael was able to see each of her beautiful features and expressions. He hadn’t even realized that time was passing, only able to measure the passage in their breaths. When she gasped and tensed up on top of Michael, he could only guess that the inevitable had happened. Michael continued to thrust up into the human, using her as a device for his pleasure. With a tight contraction of his muscles, and a rush of warmth, he finished inside of the girl.
Lindsay was breathing hard and was flushed a gorgeous shade of red across her cheeks. It was nearly the same color as her hair, and Michael grinned. He leaned up and kissed her, but Lindsay was quick to push him away. She removed herself from him, a little groan escaping her lips. Michael was afraid that he had done something wrong, but then Lindsay leaned and kissed him again.
“What about your clan?” Lindsay asked. She was pensive, afraid that Michael was going to give it up just for a love that had been made in a forest. “Don’t they need you?”
Michael paused, knowing what he needed to tell the girl. He needed to tell her the truth, but he couldn’t make himself do it. His chest felt tight, as though he were powerless against Lindsay’s penetrating stare.
“They do need me,” he said. He paused, running a hand through Lindsay’s light fringe. “But not as much as I need you.”
*****
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Bitten By Lust
Chapter one
“Come on people, I want to see some teamwork. Jessica, you cannot hog the ball. You really do need to learn how to share the spotlight. If you’re not careful, I’ll take you off the team and put you on the bench for the next two games.” This elicited a gasp from the rest of the team. They couldn’t believe for a second that Coach Winters would even consider doing something like that, especially when they were this close to the finals.
“Coach, let’s not say something that you’re going to regret.” Jessica knew that she was the star attraction and that everybody was watching her. A scout was going to be at the next game and she wanted to be front and center to show her skill
s. Basketball was her life, but she also enjoyed the adulation and young pubescent boys that were trying to clamber to be with her. “I think we all know who the star is. Just do your job, shut your mouth and maybe I’ll be good enough to give you a championship to put underneath your belt.” She was arrogant, knew her worth and wasn’t going to let anybody talk down to her like that.
“Be careful what you say next, Jessica. It might be the last thing you say, before you find yourself on the bench permanently.” Peter watched, as she waved her hand dismissively and then walked off with a gaggle of her friends. He wondered what she would do if she didn’t have those god given gifts. It was a pity that it had to be wrapped up in an ugly package. She was pretty for a teenager, but underneath was something that was vile and festering with a god complex.
“Don’t worry, Coach, I’ll talk to her. She has everything to gain and everything to lose at tomorrow’s game.” Tamara had always been the voice of reason. She had this natural charisma that had everybody asking for her advice.
“I appreciate that, Tamara. I just don’t know what I’m going to do with that girl. The sad thing about all of this is that she knows how good she is and doesn’t mind lording it over others. Please, do your best to rein her in, before I have to do something that is going to cost all of us a chance at that championship.”
It was the end of the day and he always went home the same way through the dark forest. Peter was jogging at a brisk pace and stopping every so often to check his pulse to make sure that he wasn’t overdoing it. He had just started to get back in shape. There were no other joggers and apparently people were avoiding these paths.
Peter slammed into what felt like a brick wall. He stopped cold and looked down at this diminutive young blonde in a tight pair of jeans and dark hoodie.
Behind his back, Stephanie was wiping the blood from her mouth. Her latest kill was lying in the bushes not more than a few feet away. She felt momentarily satiated, but felt like she had been interrupted. She turned and found herself face to face with a man that looked almost good enough to eat. Unfortunately, her hunger was abated, but she secretly enjoyed the way that he was now undressing her with his eyes. It dawned on her that she had seen his picture somewhere and then it came to her.
“I’m Stephanie Walters. You know my father, Benjamin. He tells me that you are his best friend.” Stephanie was looking at the Coach and licking her lips with an anticipation that came from more than just a sexual need. She watched his neck throb with that vein and she wanted more than anything to sink her teeth into him and watch, as his life essence disappeared. It was always the same, but she had been forbidden by Benjamin to touch him.
“Um, I heard that you were coming, but I expected to meet you at school and not out here in the middle of the woods.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of hers. They seemed to peer into his very soul and make him feel almost exposed to her hungry gaze. “Benjamin and I go back a long way. He was my best friend in high school. He asked me to keep an eye on you” He couldn’t help himself and he was looking at her in a not so platonic way. “If you ever want to try out for basketball, I think that I could find a place for you on the team. Your father tells me that you’re quite the athlete.”
That was an understatement. Every school that she had gone to had garnered her several awards and trophies. She was over 100 years old and yet she seemed to find herself in one high school after the next. The one that sired her had done it when she was only 17 back in the early 1900s. She reveled in the fact that she was immortal, but she sometimes wished that she looked older than she was.
“I really don’t think it’s safe for you out here. You never know what kinds of animals are lurking and just waiting for the right time to pounce.” Peter didn’t know how true that statement really was.
He might’ve been in his thirties, 6’5 and 225 pounds, but to Stephanie he was a tasty little treat ready to be devoured. Since, she had arrived a few days ago, there had been a steady diet of young men and women that had become just another victim. Stephanie would have to be careful and so far she had been concentrating her efforts on those that wouldn’t be missed. The homeless were just waiting for her brand of terror. The look in their eyes, as they realized that their life was coming to an end was priceless.
“Don’t worry about me, Peter… I mean Coach. I can take care of myself.” She was wearing a tight white argyle sweater with a pair of jeans that looked like they were painted on her. Stephanie couldn’t help to notice that his shorts had filled out quite noticeably. Maybe she was thinking about this all the wrong way. Peter was obviously blessed with a piece of equipment that she could definitely see her hands and her mouth getting wrapped around. She may not be able to kill him, but Benjamin didn’t forbid her from seducing him into her bed.
“I worry about all of my students. You better get home before Benjamin worries about you. You know, he never really mentioned that he had a daughter, until the last time that I talked to him. I’m guessing that you were a bit of a surprise.” Peter couldn’t help, but to wonder what it would be like to have her in the more Biblical sense.
“You don’t know the half of it. Perhaps one day, he will tell you the story, but I believe that it’s not my place to say.” Before he could question her further, she was already running away in the opposite direction. He enjoyed the view and looked down to see that he had become quite aroused. He could only hope that she didn’t see how excited he was by meeting her.
Chapter two
It had been two days, since Peter had seen Stephanie. He tried to get the image of her smile and the way that she coyly flirted with him to the point of disaster out of his mind. He knew that he was asking for trouble, but something compelled him to search for her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and he had lost sleep from tossing and turning with images of her naked body in his mind.
“I really need you to step up, Peter. I’ve seen some disturbing things from you lately and it’s starting to concern me. I know that it has been hurting you losing your wife, but this kind of behavior cannot be tolerated. You’ve been late three times this week and when you come in, you look like something that the cat dragged into the house after it killed it. I’m not going to ask you what’s wrong, but I do want you to know that my door is always open.” Principal Arbor had never seen Peter like this and even after his wife died, he seemed to bounce back from it. This was different and something was bothering him that was causing him to act irrationally. They found him yesterday showering with his clothes on. The students were worried about him and decided to voice their concern to the principal. It was bad enough that they were this close to losing the chance at the championship.
“I guess I just need some more sleep. I just can’t seem to get that necessary 8 hours a night. I’ll talk to my doctor and see if he can prescribe me something. I do apologize if this has scared anybody or gave people a reason to be alarmed. You know me, Barbara and I would never jeopardize my students for anything in this world.” He had this faraway look in his eyes. If Barbara didn’t know any better, she would think that he was on some sort of drug. That would have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. The one thing that she had a zero tolerance for was getting drunk or showing up high for class.
“I don’t want to lose you and this is a warning to get your act together. I don’t want to hear any sob stories and I just want to get back to the job at hand. We are educators and we do not fall apart at the drop of a dime. We’re supposed to be examples to our students. For you to come to class looking like that is reprehensible. Do you know that you’re wearing one shoe and one slipper?” He glanced down at his feet, but he really wasn’t paying attention when he got dressed this morning.
“I’ve just been out of sorts. I’m sure that all come back from this. Just give me the benefit of the doubt and I think that I deserve that after every thing that I’ve done for you. Lest we forget that I was the one that was responsible for putting you in that chair in the first place. If
it weren’t for me, you would be slinging hash at the local diner and asking people if they want fries with that.” He didn’t mean to be caustic or rude, but his emotions were frayed and he really didn’t know what the hell he was saying from one moment to the next.
“There’s no reason to get defensive, Peter. I’m just trying to look out for you. I know that you went to bat for me, but I can’t let that affect my decisions. I’m going to give you a week to compose yourself. If at that time, I don’t see any improvement, then I will have to take some disciplinary action.” She was the only black principal in the district and she had a lot to live up to concerning her predecessor.
Peter walked out and was half in a daze; when he bumped into a soft form and looked down to see that it was Stephanie. He immediately woke up, like a shot of adrenaline had been pressed into his veins. He felt alert and awake and didn’t feel like he was walking along in a fog anymore.
“You don’t look so good, Coach. I think that I’ll come by and see you after I finish school. Don’t go anywhere and maybe you just need a sympathetic ear to listen to your problems. Trust me; I’ve counseled others in your position. Most people say that I have an understanding that is from an old soul.” What Peter didn’t know was that this old soul was a vampire. She had set her sights on an interesting conquest that didn’t involve sinking her teeth into the meaty part of his neck. “I really think that you need somebody to talk to. Don’t look so worried, it’s not like I bite, unless you want me to.”
She almost laughed at that statement, knowing full well that she had just had her daily supply of blood. Benjamin in his infinite wisdom had decided that her killing these homeless people were only going to draw attention where it wasn’t wanted. They talked about it at length and she had professed her need for something fresh. She did not like taking used blood. It made her feel woozy afterwards, but didn’t kill her by any means.
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