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A BITE

EDDIE

Oh wow.

I’d never been kissed like that. So careful and soft, yet focused. The tender nips grew in intensity until he prodded at the seam of my lips with his tongue and tilted my head back. My mouth parted, and his tongue touched mine. He tasted divine . Better than any cocktail, any dessert.

He didn’t even have to bite me, and I already felt as if a magic aphrodisiac was coursing through my system. Could the venom from his saliva affect me already? But vampires couldn’t intoxicate people just by kissing them.

When he broke the kiss, I chased after his lips in a daze before I caught myself.

“Sorry.”

“You’re irresistible, Eddie.”

He traced the vein along my throat with a fingertip, and I gulped.

“Will it hurt?” I breathed, feeling childish for asking that.

“A little at first. Then not at all.”

Watching my face intently, he brought my left wrist to his lips and kissed my skin there.

His mouth hovered right above my wrist when his fangs descended. They were smaller than I’d expected but sharp like needles.

He waited, holding my gaze, his fangs only a breath away from my skin.

This couldn’t be real, could it?

Seeing the two white tips near my flesh, imagining how they would break through my skin, pierce a vein…

My cock gave a needy throb. Did I… like this?

Really? Of all the things in the universe, this?!

But my body screamed a resounding yes .

Those fangs about to bite me were the most arousing thing I’d ever seen.

I’d always been wary of vampires. When the cool kids at college used to go to interspecies parties, I stayed behind, finding excuses. If it hadn’t been for Sheri’s relentless nagging, I would have never ventured into a dinner club. A book on prejudice between the predator and prey species my boss had recommended to my team lay untouched on my nightstand. Not that I had time to read after working overtime nearly every day, but maybe I avoided opening it for other reasons I didn’t want to analyze.

Had I been afraid of vampires or of my own subconscious desire?

And now I was here, a second away from being bitten. I could still stop it from happening.

Russel’s golden eyes shone brighter as his fangs touched my skin. The softest contact, a tease.

I swallowed a needy whimper. “Do it.”

Russel grinned, and with those fangs exposed, his smile looked sinister as fuck. Then he pressed his mouth to my wrist.

At first, I felt his warm lips and tongue. Like an open-mouthed kiss. I sucked in a breath.

Then came the sting.

I knew the little snippet of pain was coming but it still shocked me. And God help me, but I liked that too.

“Mmhmm.” Russel closed his eyes, and his shoulders lifted with a heavy sigh.

The suction was tender. A slight chill spread along my vein—my blood leaving my body. I watched Russel swallow.

A mere heartbeat later, he swiped his tongue over the twin wound, and it was over. The two red dots on my wrist closed as if I were looking at sped-up footage of a healing process.

He kissed my palm and brought my hand to his neck. His irises glowed with a warmer shade of gold, and his pupils grew. He looked strangely surprised as if searching my face for something. Then he cupped my head and pulled me closer for another kiss. I expected to taste my own blood in his mouth, but I didn’t. Only him.

He kissed me deeply, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

And then…

Oh!

A wave of heat rushed up my spine. I arched in Russel’s arms. My cock was throbbing, my balls aching, and my nipples itched.

Oh my fucking God!

Whimpering, I rubbed myself against him. I needed to come. I needed to come so badly I could weep.

Easily, as if I weighed nothing, he lifted me into his lap so I straddled him. I moaned, but he silenced me with another deep kiss. With both hands on my ass, he urged me to thrust against him.

I rutted in his lap, humping his hard cock through the material of our pants. I couldn’t stop.

“Take what you need, I got you.” His low voice filled my head as his teeth scraped my earlobe. “Will you come for me?”

I did.

It had been seconds.

I stiffened in his arms, and he tucked my face into the crook of his neck just in time to muffle my cries. I’d forgotten I was in public.

Twitching, I filled my briefs with my release. Then I slumped with my head on his shoulder.

Holy shit .

Did that really happen? I panted against Russel’s neck, my limbs like jelly. He stroked my back up and down and kissed my forehead.

“Are you okay?”

“What happened?”

“That was all you. You react beautifully to my venom,” he said with a smile in his voice.

No shit. I’d dry-humped him in public. My cum soaked my underwear. I was a mess. From one little bite? Was that normal?

“And I like the taste of your blood. I like it a lot, Eddie.” His voice sounded somehow deeper. Darker. “Let me feed from you, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good.”

I felt his erection on my inner thigh. It was big. Threateningly so.

My body was thrumming, my skin tight as if I was about to burst. Russel pressed his lips to the side of my neck and licked the soft skin there.

I moaned, imagining he’d bite me there and drink in long, deep gulps.

Another teasing lick. My dick was painfully swollen even though I’d just come.

“Bite me,” I heard myself say.

Russel didn’t need further encouragement. The sting came immediately, followed by a cooling sensation at the base of my throat. This time, he stayed there.

My eyes fell shut.

Warmth spilled in my underbelly, surrounding my balls and asshole and throbbing in my cock. Russel tightened his hold on me, swallowed, sucked, and swallowed again.

My body remained locked in a pre-orgasmic state, the last second before the release, and I hovered there, poised above the precipice. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move…

Until it all crashed down on me.

I groaned from deep in my gut, my cock pulsating in my pants, heat spreading from my groin all the way to my fingers and toes. I’d never come so hard in my life, yet I was fully clothed and unmoving.

Russel hummed into my skin. He kept drinking.

The orgasm slowly weakened into a soft tingle in my lower body. The firm press of Russel’s lips on the side of my neck felt like an endless kiss. He seemed to be drawing all tension and unease out of me until I became boneless with relief.

Then I got lightheaded and a little cold. The room felt darker. I wanted to cuddle closer to the warm body holding me, but my arms and legs felt too heavy.

I heard a muted whimper. Was that me?

Russel jerked back. The wound on the side of my throat stung in the cool air. He stared at me, his eyes glowing orange. His expression looked positively feral.

Pure instinct made my stomach heave. This creature can suck me dry. He can kill me.

But Russel’s face softened. He leaned in and tenderly licked the wound. Then he hugged me to his chest, stroking my nape and back.

“You’re delicious. Thank you.”

I could only hum in response. I was so sleepy.

“You’ll be tired for a bit, but it’ll pass.”

Good to know. With my eyes closed, I lay draped over him, unable to move a muscle.

“Eddie?”

My head lolled. He cupped my face and frowned at me.

“Are you feeling dizzy?”

“Just sleepy,” I slurred. It was nice. Mellow. Warm.

He said something to someone else, and I closed my eyes again. He kept petting me like I was something precious.

“Here, drink this.”

A straw poked my lips. I should have questioned what it was. He could have drugged me—except he already had. In my relaxed state, I simply parted my lips and drank.

It tasted like a fruit smoothie.

“It’s a recovery cocktail. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

A lingering kiss to my forehead.

“What happened?” I mumbled, slowly regaining my faculties.

“It’s my fault. With how strong your first reaction was, I should have…held back. I think I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“Could you have drained me?” One vampire couldn’t do that, right?

He let out a soft chuckle. “No, Eddie. I can’t drink a gallon of blood in one go. It’s just my venom messing with your system, then the orgasms, together with alcohol and what looks like low blood pressure. It’ll pass in a minute.”

I was already feeling much better.

Not that it had been bad before. I liked the high, but now I was becoming nervous again. I shouldn’t have made myself so helpless with a stranger. Hell, I came twice, in public, into my underwear! My groin was a soggy mess. Ugh . I needed to get a cab home asap.

Using the table for support, I climbed off Russel’s lap. I shivered with the loss of his warmth just as my brain yelled at me to get the hell out of there faster.

“That was intense,” I said, sounding dumb to my own ears.

I tried to stand but wobbled. I ended up leaning on the table awkwardly. Inching toward the end of the bench, I wondered if I could walk without swaying like a drunk.

“Eddie, wait. Would you like to come home with me?”

I blinked, stunned. Russel gazed up at me, his changeable eyes gaining a coppery hue. His arms were spread, one hand palm up on the table, the other on the seat’s backrest—the embrace I’d left was still open for me, luring me back. Then there was the bulge in his pants. He was hard as a rock.

My mouth went dry. He still wanted me? Heavens, I was an idiot. He’d made me come twice but hadn’t gotten off himself. He’d just…eaten. He was gorgeous, looking at me with such longing. I could spend the night in this man’s bed. And then what?

“Eddie?” The voice came from behind me, loud and shrill.

Sheri .

I’d forgotten about her.

“Jesus, Eddie. Are you okay?”

I staggered out of the booth. “I’m fine.”

Sheri caught me around my waist, steadying me. I sagged against her. Wow, my knees were weak.

“What the fuck, man?” she cried. Oops . She was yelling at Russel. “How much did you take from him?”

“Barely two cups. He had a strong reaction to the venom, and he’d had alcohol.”

“I’m not drunk,” I protested. I spread my feet wider and straightened, looking at the scene in front of me with a strange detachment. At least my eyesight was normal.

Russel was glaring at my friend.

“I’m talking to the staff,” Sheri hissed. “I’ll have you blacklisted.”

He threw his hands in the air. “I didn’t break the rules. I had no idea he’d be so sensitive.”

“He’s barely standing, for fuck’s sake!”

“I’m fine,” I repeated.

With my hand on Sheri’s shoulder, I bounced on my heels, testing my balance.

“See. I’m good.”

Russel smiled at me, and I grinned back.

“Everything okay here?” It was the bartender. He appeared by Sheri’s other side, looking us over with concern.

“All good. I got a little dizzy, but I’m fine now.”

Sheri scowled at me, then she threw one last glare at Russel.

“I’m taking him home.”

Russel opened his mouth as if to say something, but Sheri tugged on my arm, and I stumbled after her along the booths and up the stairs.

The cool air outside felt like a punch, but it finally cleared my brain.

“Why did you come back?” I asked Sheri. I didn’t mean it to sound accusing, but it probably did. “Where’s your date?”

“Bit me and fucked me in the back of his car. Great dick, I came a few times, but I have a crick in my neck.” She grabbed my hand and marched down the street. “What the hell was that, Eddie? I leave you alone for an hour, and you get yourself sucked dry.”

“He wouldn’t. You know they can’t do that.”

“You looked like you were going to pass out. What happened?”

“What he said. Alcohol, the venom, and, um, coming. Twice. And blood pressure can drop after orgasm, right?” She was a nurse. Surely, she knew that.

Sheri harrumphed. “How did you end up with him in the first place? I thought you weren’t interested.”

“He was…” Who was Russel? How did he seduce me so easily? And he wanted me to come home with him.

He kissed like a god, and I’d never see him again. How he held me and called me sweetheart… A pang of regret made my throat close. I slowed my steps, tempted to go back.

But it was just as well. He had only wanted to feed.

“Eddie?”

“Can we take a cab home? Cummy underwear.”

Sheri burst out laughing.