Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Two choices. Two very different outcomes.

“Come on, Katherine,” Hans said. “You must know what the legend says. For a vampire to enter your home, they must be invited.”

“Yes, I do. And once a vampire has been invited in, there’s no way you can get them to leave.”

“Absolutely.”

“This isn’t my home you’re talking about though, is it? This is my life.”

His stare was so steady. “Your life is your home, and your body is your temple.”

My breath caught at his words.

My body is my temple.

He smirked at me, clearly reading my thoughts.

“Yes, little one, I have every intention of entering the temple as well as the home. I showed you that last night.” He paused, his eyes bright in the darkness. “You enjoyed it though, didn’t you?”

I felt so inexperienced there before him. If the streetlights had been brighter, it would have been obvious I was blushing like crazy.

“You were very good at it,” I said.

He laughed. “You’d certainly hope so. If you weren’t a master after seven hundred years of practice, you’d be quite ashamed of yourself, I think.”

“Is that how old you are?” I asked him. “Seven hundred years?”

“Stop avoiding the question.”

My whole body was tingling when he took another step forward. He was so close, I could feel his breaths, and I was hot. So hot I wanted to tear my clothes off.

“Yes, or no?” he asked. “Go? Or stay?”

My body already knew the answer. Every part of me was aching for him. In that moment it didn’t matter what the outcome would be. He could have sucked me dry and left me for dead on the cobblestones, and I’d still have made the same decision. I couldn’t fight the battle anymore.

“Stay,” I whispered.

“Good choice,” he said, and tipped my face up to his.

I could hardly breathe as he dropped his mouth to my throat. I whimpered as his teeth grazed my skin, craving it, even though I was truly petrified.

I wondered whether the sensation would live up to my fantasies. I’d spent so many nights playing with myself, imagining blood-red kisses and the pleasure of pain.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Bite me.”

I felt the smile of his lips against my neck, the heat of his breath.

“Oh, Katherine. Do you really think I’m going to sink my teeth into your throat and take your blood, just like that? This is only the beginning. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for centuries.”

He kissed the most sensitive part of my neck, just a touch below my ear. A kiss that sent a flush of sparks through me, right down to my clit. His thigh pushed between mine, and I cried out, desperate.

“That’s it,” he whispered as I began to move against him. “Trust your body.”

My skirt hitched up so easily, leaving just a sheer pair of tights between Hans’ thigh and my panties. I wished I could tug them aside myself, to give my myself the full sensation.

“Don’t worry,” Hans said. “I’ll do that for you.”

I yelped when he tore my tights free so easily and hooked his fingers in the lace of my panties.

“So beautiful and wet,” he whispered as I worked against him like the needy little girl who’d been playing over vampire stories for years.

“Follow your instincts,” he told me.

My instincts were already running wild. I was a fumbling mess as I tried to get out of my clothes, burning up, despite the chill of the night. I shrugged off my coat, and unbuttoned my blouse with clumsy fingers while Hans was teasing me so gently with his. I leant back as far as I could, and offered him my breasts in my white lace bra.

“Is that where you want to feel my teeth?” Hans asked.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes. Please.”

“You’re going to be such a dirty little girl. I knew it.”

My depths were coming to light. I’d been fantasising for so long, and over time those fantasies had got dirtier, and dirtier… and filthier, and filthier.

Hans smiled as he looked at my offered flesh.

“So tempting, but I have a blood-red kiss to take of my own first. Your pretty tits can wait their turn.”

My nipples tightened at his words. “Ok,” was all I could say.

Even in my terror there was a strange sense of peace, and I thought back to so many vampire novels and scenes that had shown the submission of victims to me. The moment they accepted their fate and embraced it. Wanted it. Needed it.

Hans brushed his lips against mine, and I was ready. I cried out as he nipped my bottom lip, just a little. A sharp pain that felt nice. I tasted my own blood, and he let out a moan that set my heart alight.

“Delicious,” he said, and his mouth met mine.

His kiss was so deep and fierce it ate me up. His tongue felt amazingly sensual, and I was kissing him like I had done in my dreams, wrapping my arms around his neck and asking for more without words.

I felt another sharp pain as he bit again, but I was too caught up to notice where the blood was coming from. Lips or tongue, or a mixture of both, I didn’t know and couldn’t care. The kiss was rich with a metallic taste and he was moaning, sucking. Drinking. He was drinking blood from my mouth.

I felt a little dripping down my chin and he licked it up in one swoop of his tongue. Then he pulled away far enough that I could see his mouth in the orange glow of the streetlights. Blood. My blood.

My first ever blood-red kiss.

I licked my bloody lips and opened my mouth for more.

He gave me more.

Bite me, I screamed silently, and he whispered in response.

“Patience, little one. You don’t want to have glaring bite marks on your face in the morning. People will definitely notice.”

So, he wasn’t planning on killing me tonight.

He smirked at my thought.

“I’m not going to kill you. We’re going to have a lot more fun than that. I can drink from strangers in a heartbeat, and leave them to their fate. Some want it, some don’t. I don’t care. I’m long past the days of regret and pity. I am who I am, and I need what I need. Human lives come and go, but mine does not.”

I smiled with relief.

“Time to give you your wish,” he said. “Give me your pretty tits. Offer them like a sweet little girl.”

He sounded much dirtier than I’d expected him to.

“Trust me. I’m a different creature than you might think. I’ve lived a long time, I’ve experienced a lot of things and played a lot of games. There is very little I haven’t done, and nothing I can’t show you.”

“Bite me then, please,” I whispered, my mouth still tasting of blood. “Show me.”

“Ask me to bite your tits, say it.”

I’d never been in this position before. Not without my hand between my legs. It felt difficult, like I was on display, and about to be the bad girl my mum had called me when she’d seen the dirty vampire stories on my bookshelf.

“Let me make it easier,” he said, and I was getting used to it. Him reading my mind.

His thumb brushed against my clit, and the feeling was so strong I panted.

“Say it,” he told me.

“Bite my tits, please.” My voice sounded so weak.

“Give it more. Trust yourself.”

I swallowed my fear, took a breath. “Please bite my tits and make me bleed. Make it hurt.”

“That’s much better. No one has ever played with your tits before, have they?”

I looked him right in the eyes, still panting.

“You already know the answer to that, don’t you?”

“You’re a fast learner.” He smirked.

I thought of the times I’d been courting guys back in Orcop, and how every one of them had backed away. I’d been such a loner that I’d given up. Nobody had wanted me. But it was a lie, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” he told me, speaking straight to my thoughts. “It was a lie. Plenty of people wanted you, but I wouldn’t let them have you. I was saving you all for me.”

He took his hand from between my legs and used his thigh instead. His fingers came up and he brushed my nipples through my bra. I arched my back further, pushed my chest out.

More. Give me more.

He didn’t tug my bra down at first, just teased me through the lace as his thigh ground against me, and I was lost to him. I moaned as he got rougher, squeezing.

Bite me!

He lowered his head to my chest and I braced myself. But he didn’t bite me, just lapped at my nipples through the lace and had me panting for more.

Please.

He tugged at the lace, freeing one breast. My nipple exposed to the cold air and his hot gaze made it tighten even more.

“Beautiful,” he said then yanked the other the cup away, exposing the rest of me.

The hunger in his eyes had my heart racing, back arching as he lowered his mouth.

His tongue was so good, swirling until he began to suck. I couldn’t stop moving against his thigh. He caught a nipple between his teeth and tugged. I gasped when he let go. Gasped and rubbed harder against his thigh.

“Ask me to make you bleed,” he told me.

“Please, bite my tits, Hans. Make me bleed.”

“Your voice is so wonderful when you speak like that.”

His praise felt divine.

“Thank you.”

I felt the points of his teeth, so sharp as he lapped at my tits, switching from one to the other. He teased me as his thigh worked, until I was a mess on the edge of coming.

And then he gave it to me, sank his teeth right into my flesh, and it hurt. Oh God, it hurt, but I didn’t cry out, just held in my pain and took it, still bucking against his leg in solid rhythm.

He sucked and I felt my blood flow into his mouth. He drank from my breast and it felt so good I held him to me.

More, please. More.

He bit me again, and this time I was prepared for the sensation. It hurt, but I moaned.

Yes, yes… please.

My other breast was crying out for him. His thumb was brushing my nipple, getting it ready.

I was moaning as he moved his mouth. I smiled as he sank his teeth into fresh skin, both tits bleeding free, him sucking at me like he was as desperate as I was.

That’s when he shifted the angle of his thigh, just a touch, changed the rhythm ever so slightly and it drove me absolutely crazy.

I came for him on the street, with my back against a thick wooden door and his thigh between my legs. I came with a vampire sucking at my breast, feeding him with blood. My mouth was still bleeding, and I loved it. I was grinning as I bucked against his thigh.

His teeth remained in my flesh until I’d stopped bucking. He pulled away with a smack of his lips as soon as I was done.

“Delicious,” he said again. “As I hoped, your blood is perfection.”

He kissed me with another blood-red kiss, and mine was full of gratitude.

Thank you, I said in my head when he was done.

“You’re welcome. Now it’s time for you to go home and sleep. I’ve taken quite a lot of blood from you for your very first time.”

I nodded, felt weak on shaky legs, but I didn’t care. I’d have done it all again in a flash, whatever the consequences.

Hans picked up my keys and phone and handed them to me.

“Go now,” he said. “Don’t tempt me.”

I took my clothes from the floor and held my blouse to my chest, no longer caring if anyone saw me. I walked away from him in a daze, but he called after me. I shot him a glance over my shoulder.

“Remember your invitation, Katherine. You’re mine now to take as I please. That invitation cannot be withdrawn.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I understand.”

I was glowing all the way home until I flicked the light on in my bedroom. I flinched when I saw the blood smeared all over my bra, but I relaxed into it, stepping closer to the mirror to check out the bite marks. They were deep.

I got into bed and the inevitable happened. I slipped my hand down between my legs for another play, but no. His voice sounded loud in my head, and my fingers were held in a vice, even though I couldn’t see him.

You can no longer pleasure yourself. Your body belongs to me.

I nodded in the darkness, accepting my fate. And somehow, I knew my soul belonged to him too.