Bitten

My scalp starts to tingle, sweat drips down my spine. A burning sensation on my neck, urges me to turn around. I know if I do he would be watching me from the other side of the room, again. I fight the urge to turn until the burn starts to spread to across my whole body, setting me on fire from the inside out.

A gasp tears from my throat as I turn. His eyes glow across the dance floor, everything else around me fading away until I’m drowning in the sapphire glow.

“Jo.” Someone grabs my shoulder as they shout my name, it’s enough to drag me out of the trance I’d been in. Turning around I see my best friend Alyssa standing just behind me with drinks in her hand.

“You sure you want another drink?” She asks me, eyebrow raised slightly. “You seem a bit out of it.”

Laughing I grab the drink from her outstretched hand and take a long refreshing gulp. I twist my legs trying to get comfortable, my knickers are soaked just from his look. I debate going to take them off but Alyssa grabs my hand and we make our way back onto the dance floor. Finding a space we squeeze in, the music making it impossible to talk so we don’t even try. We sway our bodies, not caring whose watching or if we’re any good. We shout the lyrics to the songs we know along with everyone else in the club.

A guy I recognise slightly, walks over and gets in between the two of us. He swings an arm around both of us, the stench of stale booze and sweat makes me want to gag. I have a feeling I know him from class but we’ve never spoken. I look at Alyssa and we burst out laughing, duck under his arm and move off in a different direction.

All the while the burning is still on the back of my neck. An itching compulsion to turn around and get lost in his gaze again. He’s been here every night we have. I noticed him the first time we came here, I think everyone in the place did to be honest. He would be very hard to miss. Scraggly black hair, deep blue eyes, sculpted face, tops that cling to an obviously fit body and jeans that look like they’ve been poured on. There’s just something about him. His whole body thrums with energy, there’s a magnetic pull that draws people over. But he doesn’t speak to them.

Girls have been throwing themselves at him all week but he just ignores them. A few guys have tried and they get the same treatment. He leans against the wall, drink in hand and stares over the room. If he’d been anyone else I would have thought fuck them to myself and not given them the time of day, I wouldn’t even be remotely interested. He’s different though. I have to fight to keep my eyes off of him, to stop myself from going over. Each night that fight is getting harder.

Alyssa spins me around and suddenly I’m looking in his direction again, but he’s not there. An aching disappointment settles in my chest. I turn to Alyssa to tell her I’m going to head home when the stench of sweat and stale beer overwhelms me again.

An arm snakes around my waist and another grabs my arm. I try not to vomit as a face leans down to mine form behind and the smell permeates the air.

“Don’t ever turn away from me again bitch.” He must be shouting for me to be able to hear him over all this music. The arm around my waist lets go and he spins me to face him. I try to pull away but he grips harder, my heart starts to hammer, fear of what’s about to happen, but I have to acknowledge the small part of it that’s hammering from the excitement. I pull away again and he tightens his hands enough that I gasp, and not just from the pain.

Just as I’m about to say something my whole body comes out in goosebumps. It’s as though someone has dropped an ice cube down my back and then used their breath to melt it. An electric energy pulsates around me. Looking at the man in front of me I can see his eyes widen and his hands slowly let go of me.

A deep voice behind me finally speaks, sending shivers right down to my bones.

“She’s mine.”

Two simple words. Heard crystal clear despite the music. The guy from class nods and runs away and then the blue eyes are suddenly in front of me rather than behind me. His hands move over the already bruising marks on my arms, the pain tugging on lower parts. His eyes dilate at the unintentional noise I make.

He leans down to my ear, “you like that.”

It’s said as a statement, not a question, but I nod anyway.

His body shudders against mine. “I can smell your arousal.

I don’t even think about the strange words he says. He runs his lips down my neck and my knees begin to tremble, my knickers flooding even more than I thought possible. Looking into my eyes he trails a finger down my cheek, sensations rip through me as though that finger was trailing somewhere else. Staring in his eyes I begin to drown, everything around me begins to fade and all that’s left is a need to have him inside of me. Every part of my body is screaming at me to take him now.

Blinking, I’m somehow back in the room, aware that people are staring at us. Looking around for Alyssa, the edges of her lips turning up in knowing smile. She hugs me; “have fun” she whispers in my ear and drifts off in the sea of people.

Turning back to the man in front of me the rest of the world fades out again, leaving the illusion of just the two of us on the dance floor. His hand snakes around my hips, fingers splaying out, holding as much of me as he can. Heat pours from his hands, pleasure radiating across my skin where he’s touching.

One hand drops lower, edging across my thigh, nails dragging hard enough to leave marks as his fingers go higher. My breath catches as those long nails reach the edge of my knickers underneath my dress.

“Who are you?” I don’t even recognise my voice it’s that breathy.

His fingers move my knickers aside and he plunges them inside of me as I hear his name whispered through my mind, “Luca.”

He starts moving his fingers faster and harder, nails from the other hand digging in hard enough to draw blood. Sounds I’ve never heard before come from my throat as I forget the fact we’re in a club surrounded by hundreds of people and I surrender to the pleasure he’s bringing me.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” I just manage to get the words out before a soundless scream tears from my throat and I sag against his hand as cum pours from me.

Slowly he withdraws his fingers, his nails dragging into the walls of me as he does. Each movement sends a new spasm through my body. Finally, I can stand on my own two feet.

As my senses come back to me, I look around mortified that I would let something so intimate happen in such a public place.

That’s when real fear starts to seep in, instead of being in the club, we’re in a softly lit room that I don’t recognise.

“Where are we?”

Instead of answering he forces my chin up so I’m staring into his eyes and again captures me in the beauty of them, it’s like the whole universe is floating through them.

“Where we are is of no importance. All that matters is you and me.”

His voice makes me want to melt, to agree to anything and everything he says but part of my mind is niggling at me that this isn’t right, that I shouldn’t be here. That is until he pulls the top of my dress and bra down and bites my nipple.

A scream bubbles up inside of me but it’s not from pain, it’s from pure pleasure. He sucks on one breast, teeth grazing and pulling on my nipple, a hand playing and pulling on the other. Each pull, bite and lick sending heat straight down the core of me, leaving me begging for the mouth and hands to be elsewhere.

He looks up and his eyes have darkened and dilated, I push him back slightly but only so I can run a hand across the front of his trousers. He hardens more than I knew was possible under such a light touch. I grip him hard and squeeze even tighter. His face goes slack with pleasure and a hiss escapes his lips. I look closer and then shake my head, for a moment I thought I saw fangs.

A button snaps open and my eyes are drawn to Luca as he begins to slowly slide his trousers down his legs, leaving only silk boxers behind. There’s already a tell-tale sign of his enjoyment marking the boxers.

Impatiently I stalk over to him, rip the boxers down and have him in my mouth quicker than he can blink. His hands tangle in my hair, shoving me harder and faster onto him. A thought forms in my mind but its risqué. Whilst coming off his cock, I run my teeth along the length of him. In return, he rips me from him and throws me against a wall. My heart is thundering from pure fear this time, knowing I’ve made a mistake; I’m about to try and run when he’s on me. His body pushes against mine and crushes me to the wall. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, his mouth falls on mine and he kisses me like he’s trying to eat me alive. My hands find the bottom of his top and pull it up, he let’s go of me long enough to pull it over his head and then falls back on me.

My nails rake down his back and land on his bum, pulling him close. He grinds himself into me and makes impatient noises against my lips. My tongue dances over his teeth and the taste of copper fills my mouth. This seems to excite him more, instead of moving away from me, he grips my dress and bra in his hands and tears them away from me. Leaving me standing in only a pair of lacy knickers that are so wet they’re clinging to my body.

He runs a hand down my body to the knickers and gently strokes my clit through them before tearing those off me too. Before I have time to realise what’s happening my breath is taken away as he sheaths himself inside of me.

There is nothing gentle about it. I climb his body and wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his neck with my hands fisted in his hair. I can hardly breathe. Electricity is in the air around us as power builds. His movements become frantic and I want more. I slap him across his face to get his attention. His eyes light up once more and his movements slow.

After a few attempts, I manage to speak, “put me down.”

There’s a question in his eyes, but he does as I ask. Trying to catch his own breath and calm himself down, he steps away from me.

I grab him by his cock and pull him back, “I didn’t say stop.”

I lie on the floor, legs bent up and spread apart, he licks his lips and this time I know I see a flash of fangs. He dives on top of me but his face goes straight between my legs, tongue darting over and inside of me, bringing my chest writhing off the floor. His fingers join his mouth and I cum again, screaming his name.

Before the spasms stop he’s back inside of me. I wrap a leg around him and hear a surprised sound fall from his lips as I flip him over and straddle him. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth, biting hard as I ride him fast and deep. Luca pushes my head down harder on his chest, I don’t take any more encouragement and bite harder, he pushes my head again and so I bite until I taste copper again and know this time it’s his blood. It fills me with a sense of power and tips me over the edge and I cum again, squeezing him tight through my orgasm but still, he holds on.

When I come back he flips me over and moves his face down until he’s nuzzling my neck, he breathes in deep and then his tongue darts out as he licks me across the trapped butterfly of my pulse in my throat. He bites down gently and my hips buck against him.

He pulls out of me and my body starts mourning his loss but his hands are soon on mine as he pulls me up. He puts my back against his chest and his hands play over my body leaving me quivering.

“Please, please, please.” I realise it’s me begging him. I can’t take much more of this. Every place Luca touches me feels like he’s sending electric currents through my body. Every nerve is standing on end and it’s just beginning to tip over the edge from pleasure. As though he can sense this he leans back to my neck and places his mouth over the pulse again, biting down harder and harder giving me the chance to stop him.

I push against his cock, “please” I beg him again.

He shoves himself hard and deep inside of me and plunges fangs into my neck drawing blood from me as he fucks me harder than I thought possible, bringing me over the edge. My world explodes in a shower of pleasure and pain, I’m no longer sure where one ends and the other begins. As the orgasm starts to fade he draws his fangs from my neck and licks a line of blood that I can feel trickling down, cool against my feverish body.

I start to fall and Luca’s arms gently lower me to the floor, pulling me against his body. My eyes start to drift close, I fight to open them as I realise what’s just happened but I can’t do it.

I give in and let my body pull me into a deep, satisfied sleep, the fact I’d just been bitten by a vampire, the last thought on my mind.

© Rowanne S Carberry 08/07/17