Fur and Fangs Box Set

by Rae D. Magdon

  I turn, and the dress falls off completely. Riley swallows—visibly—and I bring one of her hands to my breast, coaxing her to cup it. She takes more than I’ve offered, cupping both my breasts in her hands and pushing me back down onto the bed. Soon she’s on top of me, kissing my neck and swiping her thumbs over the stiff peaks of my nipples. The position brings my face close to her throat, and suddenly, Riley’s smell fills my nose—the warm, sweet smell of blood beating beneath skin. There’s a pulsing artery right near my lips. My stomach clenches.

  To distract myself, but also because I’m desperate, I find the hem of her sweater vest and yank it up over her head. It forces us to separate for a moment, and I’m able to take a deliberate breath of air to clear my lungs.

  It doesn’t really work. She helps me untuck her shirt and pull that off too before moving on to her pants, and the way her strong fingers work against my stomach as she unbuckles her belt have me trembling. Her hands are shaking too, so I brush them away, guiding her lips back to my chest as I work to unfasten the buckle myself.

  The belt gives me wicked thoughts, but I put those away for later. Between the two of us, we just barely manage to pull off her pants and my underwear. We pause for a moment, eyes locked, relishing the knowledge that we’re both naked before her thigh slides between mine and our mouths find each other again.

  We kiss, and kiss, and kiss some more until my head is spinning and the smell of blood is back in my nose. Riley’s body is practically pounding with her heartbeat, and the reverberations cause an ache deep between my legs. I need to taste her—need to taste something. Even though she’s taken the lead so far, my impatience gets the better of me. I flip her over, and though she looks surprised as her back hits the mattress and I straddle her hips, she doesn’t protest.

  Riley’s hand settles in my hair as I kiss my way down her body. Her fingers find a home in my springy curls, but she doesn’t tug—she merely lifts her hips and spreads her legs, inviting me to travel further down. And down I go, sucking and nipping as gently as I can without breaking skin, enjoying the hisses she makes and the flushed pink patches I leave behind on her breasts and belly.

  Her scent is maddening. The closer I draw to her core, the thicker it grows, until my lungs are heavy with it and my mouth is watering. The view doesn't help. The longer I stare at Riley's golden triangle of curls, at her parted pink lips, at the thick red shaft of her clit, the more entranced I become. But I can't taste with my eyes, and I need to taste.

  I lean in. Riley lets out the softest little sound as my lips make contact. It's sweet and delicious, and she's sweet and delicious, and I run my flattened tongue along every inch of soft, shimmering flesh I can reach. The very first taste has my head spinning. She's warm, wet, and salty with just a bit of sugar mixed in, and I can't help but be selfish.

  Riley's hips give a jolt and her fingers tighten in my hair. They're good signs, because she moans a moment later and her legs fall further apart. I guide her knees over my shoulders so I can push even deeper. Soon, she's digging her heels into my back and muttering nonsense as she clutches my head. But the fact that Riley's in heaven is only a pleasant side effect. I'm hungry, and since I can't drink from her, this is the closest I can get.

  I spend the next several minutes absolutely devouring her. I thrust, I circle, I flutter. I do everything I can think of to earn more of the slippery heat spilling into my mouth. Her noises give me hints. When I suck her clit, she tenses up and fresh warmth leaks over my chin. When I cover her in slow upward swipes, her limbs lock and start to tremble. When I plunge my tongue into her opening, her head thrashes from side to side and she digs her nails into my scalp. I don't mind. The pain is extra encouragement.

  "Izzy..."

  I pull away from Riley for the first time since I've started and look up at her. She's panting, and her eyes are flickering with the beginnings of a yellow glow. She's about to change—'going feral', as she calls it—and she's chewing at her bottom lip, waiting for permission.

  "You don't need to ask." I drag my tongue along her thigh, enjoying the way she flinches. "It's part of you."

  Riley groans, and the change hits a moment later. Fine, ticklish little hairs, a shade darker than the ones on her head, sprout up across her skin. The edges of her nails sharpen to points and the tips of her ears lengthen. I stare up at her for a moment, lost in the lanterns her eyes have become. Then my hunger returns, hollow and greedy, and Riley's all too eager to shove my head back between her legs.

  Her taste is stronger this way—a little wilder and even more addictive. I gather all I can from the clasping muscles of her entrance before nosing my way up to her clit and sucking it deep. It's swollen, throbbing with its own little heartbeat, a pulse that twitches on the tip of my tongue. "Izzy," Riley groans again, and the way she says my name is so plaintive, so perfect, that I have to suck her deeper.

  She cries out loud and long, tensing up and shuddering so hard that I must grip her hips to keep them still. Her feet flex against my back and her thighs close around my head, but I don't mind the extra pressure. Although we can fake it, vampires don't technically need to breathe. I take full advantage of that fact, tightening the seal of my lips and rolling my tongue over her again and again without stopping.

  Riley howls. She comes in hot splashes, and I let my tongue slide down to catch as much as I can without losing her clit completely. I've got my whole mouth wrapped around her, wide enough so my fangs are resting flat against her, but Riley still pulls desperately at my hair, trying to thrust herself deeper.

  By the time she's finished squirming and thrashing, Riley is covered in sweat, and the lower half of my face is drenched with her release. I draw back, licking my lips clean and staring up at her heaving chest. Even without touching her, I can sense the rapid beating of her heart and the blood pulsing through it.

  "C'mere," she rasps, cupping the back of my neck and drawing me up to lay on top of her. I let her wrap an arm around me as I rest my head above her breasts. They're the perfect size for a pillow, and I close my eyes, smiling as I listen to her heartbeat. With the satisfying taste of her come on my tongue, I can almost pretend I don't want to drink from her.

  "You like usin' your teeth down there, huh?" Riley laughs, stroking down some of my flyaway curls.

  "I didn't mean to." I press an apologetic kiss beside her nipple. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I wasn’t trying to bite."

  "Why?"

  I look up at her, confused, but her glowing yellow eyes are full of kindness.

  "I don't understand the question."

  "Why were you tryin' not to bite me? I hope this doesn't sound stupid, but...you're a vampire. I thought that came with the territory."

  My eyebrows lift several inches. That certainly wasn't the response I was expecting. "Well, you haven't asked me. I told you before, I don't bite unless someone asks nicely."

  Riley bends down. Before I know it, her lips are on mine, hot and soft. Her tongue sweeps along the seam of my mouth, coaxing it open.

  "This is me, askin' nicely," she says when she pulls away. "Okay?"

  I smile, teeth and all. "Okay."

  "So, uh...how does it...how do y'all...I mean, should we..." Riley is staring straight at my fangs, and to my delight, it seems to be with fascination.

  "They're like hypodermic needles. When I bite you, I inject you with a chemical that makes you feel pleasure."

  Her eyes widen. "Pleasure?"

  "It's not always sexual," I say, although it certainly was for me back when I was dating Natasha as a human. I struggle for the right words to describe it. "It's like...sinking into a warm bath. Nice and tingly."

  "Then what?" Riley whispers. I can smell her blood rushing and hear her heart speeding up.

  "Then I drink. It won't hurt. You might feel a bit woozy afterwards, but only if I get carried away. Which I won’t.”

  Riley doesn’t seem to need the reassurance. Her yellow eyes are still glowing, but the light in them
is all anticipation. When she speaks, she's breathless. "So, where're you gonna do it?"

  I draw my lower lip between my teeth. Where I'd like to bite Riley and where she'll feel comfortable letting me bite her for the first time are two different things. The fact that I can smell her and hear the quick, excited drumming of her heart makes it even harder to decide. My eyes trail inexorably toward the crook of her throat, where I can see her pulse pounding. It's a cliché, but the neck is the easiest place to find a good artery.

  I roll off Riley, straddling her hips instead of lying sprawled across her. "What about here?" I trail my fingertips up from her collarbone to the spot I was staring at. I press in, and Riley shivers beneath me. Her heartbeat gives a little spike, one that sends an answering jolt straight between my legs.

  "Yeah?" There's a note of question in her voice at first, but then she clears her throat and says, "Yeah," much more firmly.

  "It won't hurt," I remind her as I shift into a more comfortable position. With one of Riley's strong arms curled around my waist and one of my thighs pressed snug between her legs, I feel secure.

  "I believe you."

  I take her lips in a slow kiss, one that's meant to reassure me as much as her. Then, I begin kissing and sucking my way down the column of her throat. "This is pretty new for me too," I mutter beneath her jaw. "Drinking wasn't on the menu with most of my one-night stands."

  "But it is with me? Why?"

  I take a moment to inhale the scent that pools at the dip of her collarbone. Smelling Riley makes remembering to breathe worth it. "Because you're sweet." I kiss the spot I've chosen, lightly at first, with closed lips. "Because you talk sweet." I kiss her again, a bit wetter, enjoying the way her body tenses eagerly beneath mine. "Because you smell and taste sweet..." I run my tongue up along her neck, and she whimpers.

  "Quit teasin'." Riley’s hand stroked soothing circles along my back before sliding down to grip my ass.

  "Okay. Just relax..."

  That's easy for me to say, I’m anything but relaxed. With my nose and mouth so close to Riley's neck, I'm almost blood-drunk. I can practically feel her on my tongue already, and my fangs have extended to full points.

  Riley laughs beneath me. "Kinda hard to relax with you breathin' on my neck like that."

  On impulse, I reach up, running my fingers through her soft blonde hair. I kiss the corner of her chin once, tenderly, and then bend back down to suck at the crook of her throat. I don't sink my teeth in right away. I start with deep, rhythmic pulling, rolling my tongue over her skin. Riley squirms beneath me, but I can tell from her panting and the way she's kneading my ass that she's enjoying it.

  The sensations are so overwhelming that I have to close my eyes. Riley's smell is even stronger here, and I can taste the light coat of her sweat. My teeth ache, and other places ache even more. I skate the tips of my fangs over Riley's skin, and she goes rigid beneath me as if she's bracing herself. I want to reassure her, want to show her it won't hurt. I sink my teeth into her neck.

  Riley relaxes instantly. She lets out a long sigh, melting into the bed, and her grip on my rear loosens. I barely notice. I'm too overwhelmed by the rush of sweetness spilling across my tongue. Every bit of Riley has tasted wonderful so far, but this—this is divine. Her blood is rich and heavy, and the heat alone has my eyes rolling back in my head.

  I've forgotten most of how human food tastes in the twenty years since I've turned, but if I had to describe the flavor from memory, the only thing I can come up with is warm cider. She's sweet, but with a pleasant edge of tartness, and she burns a bit going down, in the most wonderful way possible.

  I try to pace myself, but she's so delicious that it's almost impossible. I want to pull hard and fast, to drink my fill instead of letting Riley's pounding heart do most of the work. I distract myself by running my hands along her heaving sides, and I realize dimly that she's already exploring mine. Her claws rake along my outer thighs, and she rubs herself above my knee, coating it with fresh wetness.

  I'm dripping too. I'm holding Riley's heartbeat in my mouth, and it echoes all the way down to my core. My clit twitches, and even though I'm incredibly comfortable resting on top of her, my hips give a slight jerk.

  Riley notices. She wraps her hands around my waist, guiding me into a short grind. This time, I'm the one making a mess of her leg, but I don't care. My head is spinning, and my mouth is sucking to the rhythm of Riley's pulse, and my inner walls are fluttering with need.

  "Baby, do you need...?"

  Riley's fingertips skate higher along my leg, but her hand hesitates before it cups me. Still latched onto her neck, I look up at her face, and I see the question there. So sweet. She's waiting for permission. I lift off her thigh and spread a little wider, giving her access to where I'm aching.

  One of Riley's fingers sinks inside me without any effort. She curls it a little, trying to find the sensitive spot along my front wall, and I pull harder at the artery I've tapped when she does. She groans right along with me. More of her wetness smears across my knee, so I slip my hand lower. I want to touch her, too.

  Riley’s clit is swollen and slippery and easy to find. As soon as I touch it, she bucks up into me, shaking. She isn’t the only one. When she slides another finger inside me next to the first and starts pumping them deep, I cry out against her neck. I can’t really ride her, tangled up the way we are, but I do my best to follow her rhythm with my hips.

  It only takes a few sloppy thrusts before I’m coming. I clench hard around Riley’s fingers, rippling every time she drives into me. The heel of her hand is at the perfect angle for me to rub against, and I pour everything I have into her palm while she keeps spilling into my mouth.

  The pleasure is so intense that my vision dims. Blackness closes in around my eyes. All I can feel is Riley’s thrusts between my legs and all I can taste is Riley’s heartbeat on my tongue. I only break away from the bite as my peak winds down, clutching at her shoulder instead.

  As I draw back, still smothering her neck in kisses, I notice that Riley is still trembling. She’s a bundle of tightly coiled muscle, shifting desperately beneath me. I suddenly remember I’ve been neglecting to touch her. My orgasm had completely distracted me. I hurry to make up for the mistake, kissing my way lower—and this time, I don’t skimp on the teeth.

  “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Riley pants, staring down at me with wide, bewildered eyes. If she has more to say, it’s lost in a moan when I reach her breast. I sink my teeth in on either side of her nipple, just enough for a quick taste, and more heat runs between my fingers. She tries to keep me there, clutching at my hair, but I kiss my way across to the opposite side.

  I drink a little longer there, but not by much—I’ve still got a ways to go, and I don’t want to take more than she can give. I travel down her body as quickly as I can, pausing to suck the sensitive patch of skin beside her navel before settling back between her legs. This time, I don’t have to encourage her to put her knees over my shoulders. She does it automatically, murmuring the whole time. “Izzy, please…please…”

  I’ve never been able to say no to a please. Instead of teasing, I latch onto her clit, and this time, I let my fangs prick the plump, swollen flesh on either side of the shaft.

  Riley screams to the ceiling. Her entire body goes stiff, and then breaks down in shudders as she falls over the edge—and into my mouth. I didn’t know it was possible, but she tastes even better this way, when there’s a hint of copper mixed with her natural flavor. She’s swearing and shaking up a storm, and it’s all I can do to keep up with the frantic bucking of her hips.

  By the time her pleasure runs its course, she’s limp and sticky with more than sweat. Her heart is still thundering, but her clit merely twitches between my lips. I withdraw my fangs as carefully as I can and place a tender kiss there instead, chuckling at the way she hisses. “Okay, no more,” I promise, resting my head on the pillow of her thigh.

  “You’re insatiable,” she
says, and something about the heavily accented way she says the word makes me want to laugh.

  “Insaeshabull,” I repeat, unable to hide my giggles.

  “Don’t make fun,” she says, but her pouting expression cracks into a grin, and she starts laughing too. “S’your own fault, you fucked all the Yankee out of me.”

  I crawl back up along Riley’s body and drape myself over her. I tuck my face back into her neck, but this time, I don’t bite. I’m content just to smell her cooling skin. She really does feel like a furnace, and I can’t get enough of her warmth.

  “So?” I ask, full of hope, “did feeding a vampire meet your expectations?”

  “Yup. And then some. It was...” Riley gives a happy sigh, apparently deciding she doesn’t want to bother describing it with words. That’s okay. She doesn’t need to. “But what about you? I only made you come once…”

  “Once so far.” I roll off her and onto the other side of the bed, spreading my legs and giving her a come-hither look. “You can make it up to me. Unless you’re tired from losing all that blood.”

  Riley snorts, looking mildly offended. “Tired? Me? Nah.” She flips over, sliding on top of me, and my heart leaps. “Y’all aren’t the only ones who can bite, you know,” she says, showing off the points of her teeth. “Want me to show ya?”

  I know she’s trying to be sexy, but I stifle another fit of giggles. She’s the picture of adorable with her big, eager smile and her shaggy blonde hair framing her face. She reminds me more of an excited golden retriever than a big bad wolf.

  “Show me,” I tell her, winding my arms around her.

  Riley doesn’t stand for that. She grabs my wrist and pins them to the bed, giving them a hard squeeze. Maybe I’m wrong about the golden retriever thing. I’d forgotten werewolves have super strength too. She leans down, her breath hot and wet against my neck, and sinks her teeth in just under my jaw.

  I gasp. It’s going to be a long and very pleasant night.