It's A Vampire Thing

by Dakota Cassidy

  Zach poked his head around the corner and grinned, naked from the waist up. Oh, those dimples... "Hey, beautiful, get naked. I wanna show you something." He ducked out of sight back into the bathroom.

  "You wanna show me that monster, is what you want to show me, blood sucker," she teased, calling to him from the bed. Claire smiled as her toes curled and her stomach muscles tightened with anticipation. Sliding off the bed, she stripped off her sweatshirt and jeans, catching a glimpse of herself in the oval mirror above the dresser. Her breasts were firm, yet soft to the touch, gentle swells of flesh, topped by nipples that were tight and flush with rosy color.

  She was short, there was no two ways about it, but well proportioned. Her legs were long and lean and her stomach still flat. Turning around, she caught sight of her backside. Okay, so her ass needed work, she sighed.

  Zach came up behind her. Cupping the globes of flesh, he growled. "Leave your ass alone. It's perfect. Fits right in the palms of my hands." His cock nestled between her cheeks, hot and hard while his hands roamed her body restlessly. She turned to stand on tippy-toe and wound her arms around his neck, luxuriating in their skin-on-skin contact. Her heart thumped erratically as she felt him cup her breasts, running a thumb over her nipples. "C'mon, let's go take a bath. The monster awaits." He winked at her.

  She hiked her legs up around his waist, his cock rubbing agonizingly against her clit with each step. Lifting her hips, she tried to entice him to enter her eager depths, but he sat her at the edge of the tub instead. Her eyes widened in surprise when she fully comprehended the huge almond tub he'd set her on. "Geez, Dracula, this is some place you have here," she commented wryly. Zach's hooded gaze spoke volumes as his stiff cock bobbed at her.

  Candles lined the far end of a circular Jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool. Shadows danced on the tile walls in a frenzy of light. Steam rose from the fragrant water as bubbles from the jets made a frothy foam covering. Zach swung his legs over the side, and offered her his hand. He seated her on the steps, in water that just touched the tips of her breasts in a silken caress, and knelt before her.

  Leaning back in the small nook provided for her back, she let her eyes close and waited to see what came next. Zach trickled water over her chest and followed with slick hands that kneaded her breasts in a slow circular motion.

  His fingers tweaked her stiffened nipples as he rinsed away the lather. Following the glide of water with his tongue, he latched onto each one, laving them with a slow delicious rasp.

  Claire wound her legs around his torso as her hips bucked upward, reaching for his cock. She felt the hot tip touch her belly briefly, then pull away, as she watched with a hooded gaze while he squirted more gel onto the sponge.

  He pulled her toward him, standing her upright on shaky legs. The water flowed enticingly at the tops of her thighs as he ran the sponge over her hips and belly, inching slowly toward her throbbing cunt. Claire widened her stance and gripped his shoulders. When the sponge grazed her clit, she shuddered as her nipples grew impossibly tighter.

  Zach roamed her thighs with the delightfully rough surface of the sponge as he trailed light kisses on her belly, avoiding the apex of heat between her legs. Claire's hands tightened in his thick hair out of frustration, as he made pass after pass between her legs. She cradled his head to her and felt his hot breath as he inched toward her waiting flesh.

  "Please, Zach," she whispered softly, caught by the yearning in her voice. He raised his head and his blue eyes gleamed in the candlelight.

  "What, Claire? What do you want?" His husky inquiry sent a thousand butterflies loose in her belly. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. "Look at me, Claire. Don't ever be ashamed to tell me what you want. I'm not ashamed to tell you that I want to lick your smooth, sweet cunt, and that I love the taste of you when you come. My cock aches for you. It's so hard I can barely wait to be inside you."

  Claire opened her eyes, mesmerized by the fire that burned in his. She groaned. His words were a blaze of heat and need, stirring a smoldering coil of desire in her. She sucked in her breath, letting it out in slow increments as Zach's gaze pinned her.

  "Oh, Zach... I want... You to lick my... Cunt." She moaned at the words, new and exciting. "Please," she said on a breathy sigh, "or I'll die. I need you, Zach."

  Zach wasted no time. His tongue swept her soft folds apart and licked her drenched flesh. Finding her clit, he swirled his tongue around the swollen nub. Claire whimpered as she came within an instant of his mouth pressing against her needy flesh. Pushing him away, she slid back under the water, to meet him at eye level.

  Her direct gaze focused on him as she said, "Now, Zach, I want you now. I need you to fuck me now."

  Zach pushed the stray tendrils of curls away from her flushed face, and cupped her jaw, pressing his lips to hers.

  "Let's dry off first." He said with a wicked smile. He climbed out of the Jacuzzi and spread a fluffy towel wide for her to step into. Wrapping her securely in his arms, he toweled her off and then himself. Frustration settled in her needy body, as she waited to see what was next, knowing she didn't care. She would follow him anywhere. There was no explanation for why, but in her heart the wild craving to be with him was completely right.

  He led her back to the big bed and lay her face down, with a pillow tucked beneath her head. She felt the bed sag as his heavy body lay solidly on her. She smiled at how delicious his bulk was pressing hers to the bed.

  Zach's cock pushed insistently at her spine, hot and heavy. His tongue caressed the rim of her ear as he said. "I want to fuck you too, Claire. Can you feel my cock? I'll burst if I don't get into your tight cunt soon."

  Claire squirmed beneath him, pressing her ass against his hot length. She felt cool air on her back as Zach lifted off of her. His tongue swept over her spine as he went, delving into her soft globes of flesh, he licked at her with that velvet tongue. Zach tugged at her waist, hiking her ass high as he smoothed her back with strong hands.

  Claire didn't hesitate to question the act--it was foreign to her, but she paid that no mind. She only cared about the wild need to have Zach inside her. She felt his hard abdomen brush her ass as he reached under her and stroked her pussy and whimpered as his long fingers ran over the wet slit.

  She couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Zach..." her plea was desperate and raw.

  She needed him in her with an overwhelming madness. She pressed her face further into the pillow and wiggled her ass enticingly at him. Zach answered her invitation by pressing the head of his cock to her slick passage, and as she felt the welcome invasion, her nipples tightened in anticipation. He entered her one slow inch at a time, the silken walls of her cunt greedily accepting his stiff length. She heard him hiss when his belly pressed against her ass. He remained still, while his hands lovingly caressed her heated flesh and the tight sacks of his heavy balls brushed her lightly.

  The world narrowed to a small pinpoint with only his thick cock, hard within her body, as she focused on nothing but the completion he brought when he filled her. She raised her arms over her head and her tight nipples scraped the soft comforter. She let out a long sigh when Zach braced his hands on her ass and began to stroke.

  He rode her over and over with deliberately precise thrusts. Claire heard the suction of her flesh as he plunged into her wet channel. Zach reached around her waist and spread her folds to caress her, and molten lava pooled in her cunt.

  She moved her hand to cover his, pressing his fingers against her swollen clit, guiding him to her pleasure. She shuddered at her first climax. Slow and sweet, she felt it mounting to frenzy. Taking Zach's hand, she led him to the place where their bodies joined. He caressed her entrance, letting the tips of his fingers slide into her. Claire, in turn caressed the base of his cock, letting her fingers whisper over his tight balls.

  Zach groaned as she felt his muscles tighten and his strokes become rapid. Claire let out a scream with Zach's name on her lips as a sharp orgasm ripped th
rough her.

  Frantically she ground her hips against him as Zach washed her with hot spurts of release. They collapsed together on the bed, his heavy weight a welcome burden, chests heaving as they tried to fill their lungs with much-needed air.

  Zach brushed her hair from her neck and nipped the soft skin. She tensed, hoping he would take a bite. Jeez, she was nuts. The hell with nuts. If every night could be like this for an eternity, then she was more than happy to join the ranks of the nutty.

  Tilting her head, she attempted to remain nonchalant about offering her tender flesh to him. Zach gripped her shoulders tightly; he was holding himself back, she sensed it and she twisted her head around to get a look at him. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened.

  Holy fangs!

  "You have..." she gulped, "fangs." She said the word on a gasp. Zach's eyes crinkled in the corners.

  "Well, I did tell you that, honey." He reminded her, as though he were telling her she had forgotten to take out the trash.

  Holy shit, holy shit.

  * * * *

  Claire squirmed out from under him, forgetting that he had still been inside her, forgetting that eternity was at stake here. She squinted her eyes as she looked more closely at the razor-sharp canines. Jesus, this wasn't in any medical textbook she'd ever seen. And then it was clear as crystal, plain as the nose on her face. Zachariah Kowalski was a vampire. Good thing too, because yet again, a condom had completely eluded their sexual romp. She'd read somewhere vampires didn't need them. She'd have to ask exactly why that was.

  Claire laughed to herself, she'd probably read that tidbit in one of those damn romance novels Zach made fun of. He had the ability to make her forget everything, including safe sex. Not something a coroner should be doing after all the death she'd seen as a result of careless sexual practices.

  She couldn't take her eyes off his teeth.

  "Wow, they're kinda cool Dracula, can I touch them?" Zach smiled at her, making the teeth in question thrust forward.

  "Yes honey, you can touch them," he answered indulgently. Her hand trembled slightly as she ran her fingers lightly over the smooth porcelain. Zach's eyes rolled to the back of his head, she added a bit of pressure and he groaned.

  "Ah, that feels good huh?" She looked down between them and watched as that big monster rose to a new level of hard. Leaning forward, she licked the incisors lightly. Zach's powerful body shook. Hmm, she just might have something here. She pressed her tight nipples to his smooth chest and licked at them again.

  Zach reached up to cup her jaw firmly. "Claire, stop," he demanded. His blue eyes smoldered. Somebody had hit a major G spot.

  Claire feigned innocence, wide-eyed and grinning.

  "Why? It feels good doesn't it, c'mon Zach, what can it hurt?" She ran a soft hand over his brow while the other latched onto the monster, stroking it.

  His hand grabbed her wrist. "I said stop. You have no idea what you're doing. Don't play games." She yanked her hand away. Damn him. Rolling away she turned on her side with her back to him, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Zach dragged her over to him, pulling her tightly against his warmth and his hard cock. She shrugged him off but he held her firmly.

  "Claire, we had an agreement. Touching my fangs as you call them is a big turn on. Between two vampires its fine, it heightens the pleasure. But between us it isn't for now. I won't be swayed Claire, I will not turn you until the two weeks are up. There isn't anything I want more than to drink from you, but this is something you have to be sure you want. I don't know how to get that through your thick skull. I'm hoping after some time together you'll agree with me."

  Had he experienced this fang thing with other vampires?

  "Why wouldn't you want to experience that pleasure with me Zach?" She swiped angrily at an escaped tear. Oh, for craps sake, this is ridiculous, begging a man to let me lick his teeth. Holy crap, what is wrong with me?

  Zach held her close. "I do, Claire, believe me when I tell you I want that more than anything, but I won't. Not now anyway. I thought we agreed..."

  Claire cut him off, "I know, I know, no turning me till we talk after two weeks, yadda yadda. Fine" she said stiffly, "I won't bring it up again." His big arms rolled her over to look at him. He dragged her over the top of his chest. His fangs were gone, off to wherever fangs went.

  "Don't be mad at me honey, c'mon now." He coaxed as he thumbed a nipple. Claire shivered in response. It was hard to stay mad at a guy who had dimples you could drown in and fingers that were utter magic.

  "Okay, Zach." She acquiesced, snuggling into his neck as his hand made slow, lazy circles around her greedy nipple. Zach stopped abruptly, his hand falling to the bed with a thump. Claire raised her head to find his eyes clamped firmly shut, and a bit of drool forming at the corner of his luscious lips. Kissing his cheek softly, she blessed the gods for giving her vampire narcolepsy; it gave her time to formulate a plan. Stretching, she rose and headed for the bathroom. If Zach wouldn't sink those yummy fangs into her, she'd find someone who would. Now that she knew the truth, it was as simple as that. Claire padded over the thick carpet, reveling in the soft texture, unaware of the eyes that watched her with jealous malice.

  * * * *

  Desdemona watched Zach's reincarnated plaything cross the bedroom from his balcony. Her gut clenched painfully as she admired his sleeping form. She licked her lips at the sight of his flaccid cock, nestled in the thick dark curls. Fury formed a ball of hatred in her belly as she turned away from the window. She gripped the cool metal of the balcony handrail.

  She'd wanted Zach from the moment she'd laid eyes on him, not just because her father thought the merge of the two families would give them the respect they so longed for. But because she wanted to stuff his thick cock in her mouth and fuck him until she screamed, then drink from him so he would never again dispute that he was hers.

  Her and Zach's blood mated together meant a heady mix of power, giving her access to all the doors so long closed because of the brutal history her ancestors had left in their wake. It would also make her the head of a very powerful family in the vampire community. Zach's father would step down soon, and Zach would need someone who could reign beside him in proper vampire fashion. She had big plans for the merge of the two breeds, and no intention of letting some mortal take it from her!

  This Claire was the bitch who had stolen Zach away and plagued her with jealousy for centuries. What did that woman have that she didn't? If Zach turned her before Desi could get to her, and they mated as vampires, they would mate for life, and the power of their mating would be unstoppable. It would be a bond not even Desi could break.

  Then she would never have Zach, and by all rights he was hers, damn it, long before that stupid bitch waltzed past him in the eighteen hundreds. Batting those eyelashes and swinging her skirts. She had stolen him from Desi over and over, only to end up dead.

  Desi grinned wickedly over that. Her fangs were like venom to the whore, an instantaneous death wish. Because the tramp was human, Desi's Russian venom was too strong a dose for her. One little scratch and it was kaput for the mortal chick. She giggled wickedly. Some of the best damn feedings of her life came from Claire.

  Oh sure, Zach moaned and cried over losing her, but so far the poor bastard hadn't figured out that it was Desi who kept him from Claire. He thought it was fate. Desi sighed longingly. And so they played this endless game century after century. The whore popped up, Zach fell in love to distraction, and Desi swooped in to kill her while Zach wasn't looking. Just before Zach could turn Claire and make her his Life Mate.

  * * * *

  She would never forget the early nineteen hundreds, when she had almost missed their mating. Damn close is what that had been. Luck o' the Russian, she supposed.

  His narcolepsy didn't hurt her either, for turning the tramp took plenty out of Zach. An added bonus, it caused him to fall into a deep, near comatose sleep for several days, plenty of time to counteract his venom with her own
. Not to mention the fact that the tramp got antsy in some instances, and just couldn't seem to wait until Zach turned her. She'd asked the wrong vamp that's for sure, and Desi was always thrilled to help Claire turn upon request.

  The catch was, if Zach told Claire about their past and warned her of her impending death or her possible disappearance, he would be toying with destiny, and that just might piss destiny right off! He couldn't tell anyone else either, so he never asked for help, for fear of endangering another vamp. That whole stupid legend about tampering with fate had been working as the perfect decoy, and there was no reason why it shouldn't this time. Zach was such a good boy, he believed in the damn legend. So he watched his little plaything die or disappear with each new lifetime she had, while he stood helplessly by.

  What really amused the hell out of Desi was that as a result of Zach not telling her, Claire became insecure, thinking Zach didn't want her to be his Life Mate. So she rushed headlong into Desi's trap every damn time and Desi was more than happy to accommodate. She'd covered her tracks well, so no roads led back to Claire having been with her. The best part was finding new places to dump the broad. It had become a game of sorts, where to hide the dead body?

  Reincarnation was a bitch if you didn't remember anything from your past lives. Oh, Claire would have a vague vision here or there, but the fool chalked it to up to déjà vu. She never seemed to remember who Desi was. Worked every time in her favor, the idiot. Make friends, rope her in, and then suck her dry. What a life.

  She had to tread carefully, though, because if Zach found out she'd been responsible for the dumb broad's death all these years, she would suffer the wrath of her clan as well as Zach's. New and enlightened vampires didn't drink from the flesh of the innocent, or some such crap. All part of the big global vampire plan to become acceptable to modern-day society. She risked being banished forever, and then Zach would never be hers. She would lose everything. But if she couldn't have Zach, then the whore wouldn't either.