“That why you’re still wearing that stupid get-up?” Maybe it was petty, but it felt good to see that look on his face.
And then he hissed, his thick lips pulling back, and I remembered the fangs.
“Eeep.” That was all I could get out, and I went all deer in the headlights on the man, my hand still idly groping his junk.
“This, sweetheart, is exactly why I’m still wearing this ridiculous outfit.” He reached out and flicked the material with his free hand. “It keeps reappearing, as yours should have.”
“I just barely took mine off,” like yesterday, but I’m not saying that, “so I don’t know, but the robe is still on.” Frowning down at my outfit, then his too long dong, still cupped in my hand as I absently gave it a little experimental squeeze, I was kind of short on things to say right this moment.
Fingers brushing the collar of my robe to peel it back, Divit growled low. It came from somewhere deep in his chest—a low, needy sound.
Bending down, he placed a quick, chaste kiss against the freshly exposed flesh, murmuring, “Not for long.” Another growl welled in his throat. He let it loose, sucking at my skin hotly as he went to reel me in, wrapping an arm around my waist to seal the deal.
He was getting closer, and closer, and I was forgetting shit fast.
Blood red irises gazed down into my eyes, hypnotizing in their intensity. He smiled down at me with a dark, naughty expression, but then I remembered something.
“Wait!”
The line snapped just like that and he frowned, jerking as if I’d slapped him.
Bolting like I’d just been electrocuted, I leapt back far enough to impress my old Phys Ed teacher, Mr. Petes, who swore I was simply lazy and stubborn. I really, really am, or I was, but that’s beside the point.
“I threw up,” I blurted, zipping behind the couch to put some much needed space between us, leaving my over-plumped aardvarks behind as they flew off in my haste.
Divit stomped up to the backside of the sturdy leather sofa, kicking poor Hanky and Panky out of his way. Gripping the back hard enough to make it creak ominously, he leaned over it and gritted out, “So? What has that got to do with finishing what we started?”
Glancing up at him, careful not to meet his eyes with that whole hypno-enthralling thing of his, I waved him off.
“No, I mean, I threw up. I didn’t actually drink the potion. I mean, not exactly. I drank it, of course, we all did, but then I puked it back up, right, so really...” Pointing to his boner, which was sort of glaring at me, all angry and red looking as it peered at me from the top of his waistband, I muttered, “That, uh, isn’t even really my fault.” Looking for anything else to say, I blurted, “Be, uh, careful of those little fellas there, huh, wouldya? Kinda attached to them.” My finger jerked in my poor slippers’ direction before it fell, but my unwanted guest wasn’t listening.
Divit snorted, seeing what I was doing exactly for what it was: trying to distract him.
Fingers sliding over the stiff length of his dick, yanking his pants down far enough to let that angry sucker pop free, he offered me a teeth baring smile. “Well, he seems to think differently, and I have to agree.”
A giggled snort huffed past my lips and I spluttered, incredulous. “Are you kidding me? Your johnson can’t have a say.”
Divit stood to his full height, hands on his lean hips, his junk swaying in the breeze, just dangling about there, all out and proud. “I beg to differ.”
Averting my gaze, I tried really hard not to stare at it. It bobbed as he spoke though, proving the task almost impossible. Almost.
Slapping a hand over my eyes, I turned my back on the man. It was all just too much. Pointing towards the basement door, I waggled my fingers. “I beg you to leave.”
“I’ll leave when you fix this.” My vampire lover’s voice ended on a hiss and I yelped, jumping as my hand fell away and my eyes popped open wide. Finding myself tugged into in his arms, I was surprised, though I really shouldn’t be, at his sudden, close proximity.
“Jeesh, for a dead guy, you sure do move awfully fast.” Tensing as he buried his face against my neck, I couldn’t help but feel myself relaxing into those hot, demanding kisses when no fang biting action played out. “Really, really fast,” I mumbled, wondering when he’d found the time to ditch his pants as I spotted them on the floor.
Soon he was planting sucking, open-mouthed kisses along my nape, his lips, teeth, and tongue all coming into play; and though my heart felt like it was going to burst, adrenaline pumping through me wildly, I was putty in his hands.
Cool fingers slid along my waist, undoing the ties to my robe, and I felt the belt slip free. Those same hands eased the folds of the satin material apart, exposing my skin to the cold, crisp air of my basement apartment.
My nipples instantly pebbled, his strong, masculine hands lifting to cup my breasts. Giving each a squeeze, one stayed to pluck at a puckered bud, the other gliding down my stomach, dipping past my belly button to cup my most intimate place.
“Is it wrong to say I missed this?” he muttered into my hair. Moisture dripped from my center, his finger dipping between my folds to run along my slit. “So wet, sweetheart, is this all for me?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hands reached back of their own volition and I gripped his ears to give them a well-deserved yank, tugging until his lips met mine.
Divit came willingly, mashing our mouths together, his tongue slipping in to duel with mine as he lifted me up off the floor. Toes dangling in the air, my back to his front, his arm squeezed my waist as it banded around me. Fisting my robe with his free hand, he tugged it up and over my ass.
Air kissed my bared skin, but then he was there, tugging my leg up towards my stomach as his cock nudged my sex.
“This one’s going to count.” Pulling back to nip my lips, he watched the look on my face as he gave a short thrust and slowly pressed my hips down. Fully erect and ready to go, he wasted no time burying himself balls deep, no steady pump and thrust, just balls to the wall, I’m going to ram home in one thrust, so hard you can taste it kind of a thing—while I tried not to pass out, as it felt as if he was steadily trying to split me in two.
“Okay... Okay!” Clawing at his forearms, squirming on his erection, my pussy pulsed as he crushed me to him. With my channel trying to squeeze his cock to oblivion, his happy, hissing moans at the action filling my ears, I panted out, “It counts. It counts. I swear it counts. Just, ah!”
Taking what he wanted, he turned, pressing me down into the couch. Shoving my knees into my stomach so I was curled up in a ball, ass up in the air, he bent over me. Groaning as I wiggled beneath him, he slowly worked his way back in.
We both cried out that time as I took all of him, his hips grinding into my backside as his cock nudged that special spot inside me. There was nothing but pure pleasure and unadulterated bliss as he pumped once, twice, teasingly, before slipping almost all the way out and sliding home again.
“I want to take you so hard.” Fisting the couch above my head, his pace quickened. The thick, heavy piece of furniture thumped wildly as we humped like rabbits.
Glancing over my shoulder, I latched onto his forearm to nip at it playfully. “What’s your worry, corpse groom? I won’t break.”
Alright, so this was a good-bye screw. I could live with that. I might hate myself later but, if I’m being honest with myself, I didn’t want to leave things the way we had. They were too raw, too new, and too unfinished, even for a freakishly weird sex bathroom, hex, potion, whatever, fling.
Divit barked out a laugh, gripping my chin to bend down and kiss me roughly. “As you wish.”
My tongue traced the seam of his lips, careful of his fangs, and he pistoned harder. His thrusts became more forceful, to the point I wondered how long I could keep up.
Soon our lips couldn’t keep contact and he broke it off to trail slick, demanding kisses down my nape.
“I’m going to taste you,” he murmured against my sk
in, his tongue snaking out to lash across my flesh.
On the cusp of an orgasm, my climax looming precariously close, I didn’t register what he’d meant until I was right about to come and he paused.
“Don’t stop!” Pressing back against his chest, my ass grinding into his hips, impaling myself on him as he tried to pull back, he groaned my name as I rammed myself down on his throbbing cock.
A sharp hiss, like a sucking intake of breath, slipped past his lips as my sex clamped down around him and I cried out. And then he was gripping me tight, too tight. Growling into my shoulder, he wrenched my head to the side and his teeth sank deep.
“Ah!!” Shocked, not entirely sure what exactly was happening, I let out a short, muffled cry.
He took his first drugging pull at my neck then, his cock pulsing in time with his movements as he found his own release and pumped into me, and it was like the world exploded around me.
My sheath convulsed anew, milking his shaft dry as a strange sense of euphoria washed over me. Crying out in ecstasy, I never wanted it to end. Divit didn’t either, drinking greedily from my neck.
I urged him on, reaching around to pet him, stroking his hair gently.
Moving in time together, we made love slowly, then fast, harder and harder, then slowly again, as if we had all the time in the world.
There it is, and nothing more...
I was starting to feel really funny, a sort of fluttering in my chest, kind of a stuttering, like it was skipping beats, and everything was cold. Listing to my side, Divit jerked, growling, and wrenched himself away. Without him to hold me up anymore, I was no better than a puddle of goo.
Slithering down the length of the couch, I made a gurgling sound in my throat, the closest I could manage to anything that even remotely resembled words.
A pounding had started up in my ears at some point, as if an ocean had taken up residence in there, beating against my eardrums violently. Eyes closed, the absence of light against the back of my lids, combined with the thumping in my skull, was startling. I felt as if I was slipping into a dark abyss.
Still, through all the madness, I could make out a male voice.
“Fuck! Norma? Norma?! Norma, baby? Come on, Norma Gene, wake up! Get up! Move! Open your eyes! Something!”
Try though I might, I couldn’t.
“Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you fucking die on me! Do you hear me?!”
The startling realization hit me that it was already too late, he’d taken too much, and this was it. Then I was being yanked to my back, head tipped back, and something hot and spicy smelling was being poured down my gullet.
Eventually my throat filled and I gasped, aspirating enough of it to give a short but violent cough.
Alright, so... not so dead. Man, am I dramatic.
“Swallow.” Divit growled out the word, and it was an order not an entreaty.
His fingers massaged my throat and jaw as he worked them, forcing me to swallow the burning swill. I’d much rather spit it out and go to sleep, but he didn’t give me much choice in the matter.
Sure he was poisoning me as whatever I’d just force-ingested hit my belly, spreading like wildfire in my gut to the rest of my body, I felt as if I’d just downed a whole container of cayenne capsules and it had all gone to my blood stream. I wanted to scream.
Eyes popping open, my mouth opened wide in a silent shout and I kicked out. Divit was on me in second, easily restraining me as he sat on my chest.
Snarling and screaming, not sure what was coming over me, I wanted blood—his blood.
“It’ll subside in a minute, just relax, sweetheart.”
His reasonable tone did nothing to persuade me and I shrieked in his face.
Blinking down at me as my spittle flew, he shackled my hands above my head with one hand, wiping his face with the other. “Well, you’re feeling better. That’s mildly more improved, I’d say.”
My answer was another strangled shriek, followed by a hiss.
We did this for a while, until all the battle rage left me and the only thing left was defeat.
Divit, a bit scratched up but already healing, held onto me warily. “A bit longer, I think.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or himself anymore, a harried look about him.
Feeling drained, drowsier than I’ve ever felt in my life, I went limp against the cushion. My face mashed into it as Divit finally released me and rolled off, my arms flopping uselessly to my sides.
There was the rustling of clothes as I stared dazedly at the ceiling. Watching as it seemed to spin, I let out a small sigh. A funny smell permeated the air, not quite metallic but close. It was heavy, coppery. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I was both attracted and repulsed at the same time. Kind of like my first thoughts of Duncan. Grunting, I snorted at the comparison. Whatever it was, I’m calling it Duncan scented.
Divit chuckled at the sound. “Feeling better...” His voice died off as a steady drip-drip, something dribbling down the side of the couch to splat on the floor, reached my ears. “Holy fuck.” There was a crash—my card table, I guessed—as my vampire lover cursed hard enough to make a nun blush.
Eyelids slowly drifting shut, I stopped worrying at the stickiness at my neck, the warmth dribbling down my chest to pool by my cheek, or the crimson smeared across Divit’s face when I’d glanced over at him, or anything thereafter, for that matter.
“Shit. Fuck. Shit.” The sound of his voice roused me, but barely.
The couch moved and I sensed he was leaning over me. A warm hand clasped my shoulder. It felt nice. He has nice hands. I should tell him.
“Norma? Sweetheart?” The warm hand shook me, growing more insistent, more demanding, as another pressed at my throbbing neck.
“Ow,” I mumbled faintly, wincing as the hand at my neck clamped down and my skin pinched.
A sigh of relief blew warm breath across my face. “Talk to me, baby, let me know you’re alright, huh?”
“Stop breathing on me,” I mumbled through numb lips. “The action is redundant. Technically, you don’t even need them lungs.”
Divit laughed, but it was short and stilted. Hands brushed the hair from my face and lips gently pressed to my temple. “I think I took too much, and... and- Fuck. I don’t know. Something’s wrong.”
It was hard, but I managed to crack a single lid open. “Gee, ya think?”
Staring down at me, his face slightly ashen, lips thin, he didn’t even bother to smile. “You’re still bleeding. It should have stopped by now.” Peeling his hand back to peer at the wound, his lips tightened when he leaned down to sniff. Pulling back, expression growing grim, he gritted out, “Your blood, it’s not clotting properly.”
Definitely feeling woozy, insides still burning, I blew out a long breath. “Well, you did say you wanted to do me in.” Twirling a finger between us, it fell, too shaky to continue with the motion. “Consider this a job well done.”
Divit stiffened, jaw clenching, and glared down at me. “That’s not even fucking funny.” There was a thread of pain in his voice, but I was sort of floating a little, on a cloud, so to speak. I burst into a fit of giggles in the face of it.
Absolutely no idea why, but the whole damned thing struck me funny.
The longer and harder I laughed, the sterner the glowering vampire’s look grew.
“Don’t beg, spandy pants, it makes you look cheap.” I spoke between belly laughs as Divit got up and went to look for a phone, alternating between muttering and cursing to himself, watching me worriedly, and tearing my little slice of home apart.
It was like he was ransacking the place, tossing things into a pile for no discernible reason, but I couldn’t seem to find it in me to give a shit.
What does he need with a pair of women’s yoga pants and my thick winter socks, or my pink striped sweater, for that matter, I’d like to know. They’d look terrible on him...
Rifling through my basement apartment, he found the bags I keep in the small hall closet. Yank
ing the biggest one out, he started gathering all the shit he’d been tossing into his pile in the middle of the room up to stuff inside.
“I need to get you help. I’m in over my fucking head here and I don’t know what to do. It’s not like I can just take you to the fucking hospital!”
“Pink really isn’t your color, you-” I paused, still chortling. “You can’t?”
“I gave you my blood,” he admitted, adjusting the thick straps of the bag in one hand to walk back to me.
Taking my hand in his, he pressed it to the cloth at my neck. He must have pressed one there at some point and I didn’t realize, that’s how far gone I was.
“Whatever’s going to happen is going to happen. There’s not a fucking thing they could do, medically, anyway.”
“Oh.” And then my eyes strayed to the striped pink sleeves dangling from the bag and I was back to my hyena impression.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he burst out. Adjusting my hand again, satisfied I had the idea when my hand stayed put, he let go and stood back. “I never should have touched you.”
Sobering a little, I shook a finger at him. “But you did.”
Dropping the bag at his feet to pace, he scrubbed a hand down his face. He was still completely naked and still hot as hell as I took my fill of his sexy rump and wide back from this angle. “God... yes, I did.”
“Would you do it again, if you could?” Call me insecure—and, yes, I am bleeding all over the place with a burning gut and quite half mad with hysterical laughter—but I was curious.
“I don’t know.” He took a moment to think about it. “Yes. No.” Throwing his hands up, frustrated, he growled but said honestly, “Damn it, I don’t know.”
“Be careful there, glitter boy. I may just think you care.”
“I do,” he muttered angrily. Glancing over at me, his eyes were back to their normal, usual brown, only warmer. “Damn you, and damn my ass to Hell, but I do.”
And then I burst into tears—huge, gut wrenching sobs, for no apparent reason—scaring the day lights out of myself and probably half of the neighborhood as I wailed like a banshee.
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