Blood Kisses (Nightwalkers Book 1)

by Sieverding, H. N.

  "Stop it, Caleb!" She started to wiggle beneath him, turning her head from side to side quickly as Caleb pretended to dive toward her neck. "I don’t want you to bite me! Stop!" He started tickling her as he held her arms to her sides. She started to laugh, even though she didn’t want to, Caleb’s quick, contagious giggle hard not to join in on. He seemed to be playing now. "Owww….I’m gonna pee my pants! Stop it!"

  She felt him start to grind against her body, something hard rubbing in between her thighs. He knew what he was doing, and it was working. She was giving into him now, her lips seeking out his. He teased her with a dry rub, his boxers keeping a shred of distance between them.

  "Ooo…baby." Cooing to her in a teasing voice, Caleb wrinkled his nose at her playfully, a devilish chain of laughter escaping his lips. "You’re making me hard."

  He leaned forward and kissed her, his hands cradling her hips as he continued to grind on her. The tease was intense, her fingers reaching down to his hips and trying to rip down his boxers. Caleb laughed held them up by the band.

  "Stop teasing." Her hands went to his. "Fuck me or get off."

  He sucked on her earlobe for a few seconds before speaking directly into her ear, his words hissing from his lips. "Talk dirty to me. I wanna hear it. Fuck me, Caleb! Fuck me!" He was jumping up and down on her hips, his fists playfully banging on the wall behind the head board.

  Clenching her teeth, Ashleigh grabbed a big chunk of his hair and yanked his face toward hers. She started kissing him, her arms wrapped firmly around his neck so he couldn’t pull away from her. He shoved his boxers down himself now, his little game coming to an end.

  By now, she was very wet, and he slipped in easily, his thrusts smooth like the angry waves of the ocean. He leaned closer to her as he felt her grip on him loosen, her mind focused on the pleasure of him inside her instead of anything else.

  Caleb gazed at the skin behind her ear. He quickly latched onto her, sinking his fangs in her skin. Ashleigh screamed, but Caleb covered her mouth with his other hand and continued making love to her as he sipped on her blood. His pace quickened as he drank, the wound on her neck smaller than the others he had given her. After a few sips, he pulled away from her neck, putting his wrist to his lips and biting down on it.

  When he tasted his own blood, he quickly shoved it against her lips, "Hurry, drink it before it dries up."

  She didn’t have a chance to be hesitant. Caleb’s blood wet her lips, and her instinct kicked in. She tried not to drink it, but after the first taste, she couldn’t turn it away, something inside her changing. The feeling scared her and the change wasn’t subtle, it made her head pound and her heart race like she was running from a freight train.

  Her hands shot up to her mouth, holding onto his wrist and pushing it as hard as she could to her own lips as she drank the small amount of blood he offered her.

  Caleb laughed. "Now you’re mine…” Her fearful eyes turned to him sharply, her lip quivering furiously as their eyes met. "Forever."

  After borrowing some blood from some makeup artists in the dressing room, Caleb left Ashleigh with Charlotte. It was her first large feeding with Caleb, and at first it made her slightly sick, but Charlotte assured her it was okay. He hadn’t killed the girls and had put them in a trance, so they had no idea what had happened to them. When they came to, they went about their business at the concert.

  Ashleigh went with Charlotte to get ready. She was very hyper and playful, Charlotte laughing as she watched the change in her. It was her first high. She wasn’t used to the feeling, and the first few feedings would make her this way.

  They had front row seats to the concert, Ashleigh and Charlotte getting excited with the crowd, who were cheering for the band that hadn’t yet come on stage. The girls were getting along better tonight than they ever had, the high feeling breaking down Ashleigh’s shyness and letting her have fun. Armageddon’s fans were rough and rowdy and could scream very loud.

  Kris and Sam filtered on stage, both of them wearing ripped jeans and T-shirts. Kris had a loose tie hanging around his neck that swung back and forth as he started playing his guitar. They started the intro to the song, the hard pounding of Sam’s drums filling the stadium. The colored lights came on, Caleb carrying his guitar as he walked up to the microphone on the center of the stage.

  The crowd cheered. His agile fingers fondled the strings as he played, the great emotion of the song showing on his face. His body was covered in moving lights. The pulse of the music blasting out the speakers and the heaviness produced by the subs made the girls’ hearts pound as they were engulfed by it all.

  Caleb looked amazing on stage, his voice not missing a note or cracking from the intensity of his yell. His back muscles were rigid as he played, his whole body tense as he closed his eyes. It was a great feeling to see him in concert, this one much different than the one she had attended at the awards. The stadium was filled with hard core fans, their excitement radiating out of them with their screams and shouts, their fists held high in the air as they jumped to the beat.

  The concert lasted about two hours, and Ashleigh enjoyed every minute of it. Her voice was horse when it came to an end. The girls snuck back stage with a few other people. They made their way to where the band members were signing autographs, Ashleigh pulling Charlotte by the hand this time.

  Ashleigh watched Kris and Caleb sign a girl’s breasts, one signature on each. They were laughing as they wrote, both of them dripping with sweat and a few cameras flashing in their faces.

  Ashleigh and Charlotte watched the action from the sidelines, picking at the finger foods that were on a banquet table near them. The guys stayed for pictures and autographs for about a half an hour then returned to their dressing rooms.

  Ashleigh didn’t even knock at Caleb’s door, she just walked right inside. He startled when he saw her, not sure who was coming in. He had been getting undressed, his head peeking out of from under the collar of the shirt he had been in the process of taking off.

  "Hey." He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, revealing his bare chest.

  "Need a hand?" She rushed over to him excitedly. Her hands went to his belt buckle, quickly undoing it and shoving down his pants. She grabbed the front of his boxers and yanked him toward her, slamming his hips to hers.

  "No, but I’d love you to suck my cock." There was a great hunger in her eyes, a look he hadn’t seen before.

  "Okay." She pushed him up against the wall, grabbing his face with both her hands as she pulled him in for a kiss. He felt her yank down his boxers, her tug forceful and rough. She didn’t notice his surprise.

  "I think I gave you too much to drink." He laughed as he pulled away from her. A very naughty chuckle escaped Ashleigh’s lips as she eyed him like a hungry dog. A very sexy, hungry dog. "I forgot you’re new at this."

  "I can’t help it." There was a husky whine to her voice, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. "I feel sooo…" She fondled his now exposed manhood, her ring digging into his skin as she slid her hand up and down its growing length. "Good."

  He had never seen her look so sexy, the tone in her voice reflecting the buttery smoothness of an Elder vampire. But it was more than that. She was different than any other vampire he had met.

  She could be dangerous this way and for the first time since he decided to make her a vampire, he was a little scared of her. He had never seen a vampire as sexy or controlling of him as she was.

  Her hand was quickly replaced by her lips as she latched onto him. He let out a high-pitched hiss as he closed his eyes. "Aaaaww….you do feel good."

  His fingers got lost in her hair, his breath deepening as he thrust inside her mouth. He enjoyed what she was offering, his mouth unable to keep closed as her tongue licked the bottom of his hardness, her teeth sinking in ever so slightly, enough to make it rough but not pierce the skin.

  After a few minutes she got Caleb off, Caleb more out of breath than she was as she pulled away. She smiled at
him when she saw his reaction, quickly jumping to her feet. "I had so much fun at the concert, Caleb." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "You looked so sexy up there."

  "Thanks. I was singing just for you, babe."

  "Aww…" She let out a playfully giggle. "Just for me?"

  "Only for you." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. "Let’s make this a ritual after every concert." They both laughed as he pulled up his boxers. "I’m gonna take a quick shower. I’ll be back out in a few minutes."

  "Okay." Ashleigh sat down at the dressing room table and began checking her messages.

  When she heard the door to the bathroom open, she quickly switched her attention to Caleb. She watched him get dressed, Caleb’s hair perfectly styled again. As he pulled on his pants, there was a knock on the door before someone walked in. He fumbled with his zipper.

  "Caleb!" The woman smiled at Caleb, briefly glancing at Ashleigh. She was wearing a nice suit set, her body lean as if she worked out a lot. She had blonde hair, obviously dyed because it was different color than her very well-manicured eyebrows. She held her arms out to him. "Hey, baby."

  "I was naked in here, mom." He was giving her a dirty look as he buckled his pants angrily. "You knock, then wait till you get the okay to come in."

  "Oh, baby, I’ve seen you naked many times. It doesn’t bother me." She hugged him. "Look at you." She checked him over as he forced a very fake smile for her. "You got a new tattoo." Clicking her tongue, she studied a jagged flame design that wrapped around one of his forearms. "Caleb. You’re not a kid. You’re too old to draw all over yourself with these ridiculous looking tattoos."

  "Did you meet Ashleigh?" He turned around and grabbed his shirt.

  "Oh, hi, sweetie." She walked over to Ashleigh, giving her a giant hug. "It’s so great to finally meet you. You’re all Caleb talks about. I’m Caleb’s mother, Catherine."

  "It’s nice to meet you, too." Ashleigh smiled at her, the friendliness in her voice genuine.

  "Have you set a date yet?" Catherine leaned up against the dressing table, her arms folding over her chest. She seemed like a nice woman, a lot nicer than Caleb’s dad. She looked to Ashleigh for an answer, but Caleb spoke first.

  "I was thinking sometime this fall. My tour ends in…" He pulled his clean shirt over his head. "August."

  "I like that idea." Catherine nodded her head happily. "We could have it at the manor. It’s got great security and all those paparazzi that like to stalk you won’t be able to get in. It’ll be great." She playfully tapped Ashleigh’s shoulder. "I can’t wait to help you start planning." Speaking in a high-pitched, excited voice, Catherine held her hands together tightly as if praying. "Finally, my little Caleb is getting married. I’ve waited forever for this."

  "You just want me to knock Ashleigh up so you get a grandkid." Caleb laughed as he walked over to them. He was putting his leather bracelets back on, his eyes distracted by them. "Joe isn’t able to do that."

  "Now, Caleb, be nice." Catherine shook her head. "Your brother’s wife is trying. It’s just hard for our kind to conceive."

  "My girl’s fertile, I bet." Caleb wrapped his arms around Ashleigh’s waist, making her turn to the side slightly. He gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "We’re already trying and should have one before him."

  "Well, I hope you are successful. So, are you going to be in town tomorrow? Your father and I would like to officially meet this girl of yours. We’ll make a dinner date, since I know you’d sleep through lunch."

  "Dad's already met her. Don't you remember? We can have lunch, but Dad can't come."

  "Now Caleb…" His mother was preparing to argue.

  Caleb pushed Ashleigh's behind, shoving her toward the door. "We’ve got to go. I'll talk to you later mom."

  Chapter Twelve

  Sitting in the back of the band’s tour bus, Ashleigh was typing away at her computer, a set of headphones over her ears. Caleb was passed out in her lap, his hand under her shirt. He was overtired and that always made him snore. His mouth was half open, his teeth perfectly straight from the mouth piece he was wearing.

  About a week prior, they had been staying at a casino where Armageddon had played a concert. Afterwards, Caleb had gotten her very happy drunk on blood, and they went out into the casino to party with fans and played some cards, something Caleb loved to do.

  A few days later, some very unflattering pictures surfaced of the pair in a popular magazine, Ashleigh embarrassed to have her life invaded by the paparazzi. It had finally begun, and she couldn’t say she didn’t know it was coming, she just wasn’t ready for it when it did.

  A popular gossip magazine ran a story about Caleb’s new girl, making the front cover. It was on every store shelf and read by millions of people, people that knew her.

  The article was a whole three pages long, which was monstrous in Ashleigh’s eyes. They made up some story about the pair intentionally keeping their relationship secret. There was even one of those pictures where they circled the ring on her hand with a red pen.

  In a month, the band’s touring season ended for a while, and Caleb was excited about being able to relax.

  Ashleigh had been able to artfully dodge seeing Aiden and hadn’t seen him since the dinner with her publishing company. Caleb was right—Aiden didn’t invest, giving a simple reason and not making Ashleigh take any of the blame.

  Aiden did call Caleb a lot and had begun texting her whenever Caleb lost his phone, which he did a lot. Aiden would engage her in normal conversation and didn’t seem like he was still interested in her sexually. He now seemed more like a friend and she had a better relationship with him. After all, he was one of Caleb’s good friends, so getting along with him was important.

  She took out her phone when she felt it vibrate in pocket. She looked down at a message from Natalie.

  Sooo….how u doin today?

  I miss u guys.

  Aww…

  All this magazine stuffs got me sick.

  Take a nap…or fuck Caleb. That’ll make u feel btr.

  He’s not in the mood L

  Rape him then.

  Lol.

  Caleb groaned as he woke up, rubbing his eyes in annoyance as he opened them. He was in a foul mood and had been short with everyone all morning. She knew he was hungry because she was too. Kris was acting the same way, but he wasn’t an Elder like Caleb, so the withdrawal of not ingesting blood didn’t hit him as hard.

  "Make me feel good, babe." Caleb’s voice was whiney like a child, his hands on her grabby as he gazed at her with sleepy eyes.

  He slammed down the lid of her laptop, pushing it off her lap and almost knocking it on the floor. Luckily, she caught it and put it back in the bag near her feet. He groaned again as he sat up, his annoyed eyes looking toward Kris, who was asleep further up in the bus. Kris was passed out at the table, an empty soda bottle near him.

  "How?" Ashleigh looked over at him, her mood still damp.

  "Think of something." Caleb let out a small chuckle, his hand reaching over her and grabbing the blanket near her. He laid down on her lap again, tossing it over his face to block out the light.

  "Like what?" She gazed at his covered head, a small giggle coming from her lips.

  "A little quickie." He lifted up her shirt and kissed her stomach, his hands unbuttoning her jeans. "Everyone’s sleeping, so if we’re quiet..." The sound of her zipper being pulled down made her bottom tingle. Caleb’s kisses tickled her tummy as his hand ventured down her panties. He pulled them down in front, his kisses wandering down to where his hand had been.

  Ashleigh let out a small gasp when she felt his tongue enter her, his hands going to pull down her pants so he could get closer to her.

  "We’ll be in Kingston in ten minutes, kids!" The driver’s loud voice woke Kris, who jumped up from the table and looked around quickly. The bottle near him was sent flying across the aisle. Charlotte slept through the commotion, but it woke Sam, who looked over at Caleb as
he shoved the blanket off his head.

  "Finally!" Caleb’s hair was a mess when he emerged from under the blanket, leaving it there to cover Ashleigh’s lap.

  She quickly buttoned her pants, her eyes nervously scanning the others, but they weren’t looking at her. Ashleigh glanced at her phone when it beeped, frowning when she saw a new text from Spencer.

  Caleb playfully grabbed her phone as he laughed. "Who you texting, babe?" His smile melted when he read it.

  Tired of Master Mason yet?

  "What kinda shit is this?" He sent her a nasty glare, Ashleigh frowning as she released a tired sigh.

  "It’s nothing." She tried to grab for her phone, but he pulled it away from her.

  He read another text out loud. "‘All I can do lately is think about fucking you…touching you…tasting you’." His voice showed his anger, his brow lowering.

  "He’s always sending stupid stuff like that. I don’t respond to them." Her heart beat faster in her chest as she tried to get the phone back, but Caleb had stood up from his seat and wouldn’t let her have it. She was terrified of what he was going to do, afraid he might leave her. "I promise you, I’m not encouraging him."

  But Caleb wasn’t looking at her, he was scrolling through the long text conversation she had with Spencer. He could see she wasn’t lying and that several times she had told Spencer to knock it off, but that didn't cool his anger.

  Caleb slammed her phone to the floor, the others on the bus all turning to them. The phone smashed into a few pieces, Caleb sending a nasty glare toward Ashleigh, "You slept with Spencer! What the fuck, Ashleigh! Why didn’t you tell me that! I made him your guardian. I…I trusted that asshole to watch you!"

  "I didn't sleep with him! I—" Ashleigh opened her mouth to speak, but nothing would come out, her hands digging into the headrest on the seat because she could hardly support her own weight.