21. Slap Happy

No, I am not as big of an idiot as I may seem.

I heard every word Victor said. I am just actively choosing to ignore that bit about being mates right now. I'm not stupid. I know Snaps aren't supposed to be able to sense it like other paras, but I knew. I fucking knew when I got that feeling at the carnival. It was just confirmed by meeting him. And that was far more passion than just a really amazing romp in bed.

I also dreamed of him last night. Not like that mushy wedding shit like humans do when they get all hearts in their eyes. No this was more like something deep inside me, thanking me for making him mark me.

Add all that to the thoughts I was trying to induce earlier with a sexy stranger kidnapping me, and only being able to see Victor's face? Yeah… I knew I was a goner. I knew what it all amounted to. I just wish we had gotten a chance to… I don't know. Enjoy breakfast in bed together before I had to get all stabby on some bitches?

He's smiling at me like a maniac and I panic. Slapping him across the face I yell, "Stop that! You're freaking me out!"

His response is of course to pick me up by my neck and slam me against the wall. He licks up the side of my cheek and I suddenly wish I were wearing panties because my arousal leaks right down my fucking legs.

"Don't start something we haven't the time to finish, little snap."

If there is one thing that tends to piss me off, it's being told what to do. When I move my hand a little, I find the leather hilt of my athame, just barely in reach. I grip it tightly and pull it out of the wall before slamming it into Victor's side. His eyes go wide and he looks down where the hilt is sticking out and then back at my face with his mouth hanging open.

"You stabbed me! Again!"

Taking his turn to pull a quick one on me, he flips me around and smashes my face against the wall. I see stars for a minute before I taste blood in my mouth. He leans in close to my ear. "Do I need to teach you a lesson, little snap?"

I leverage myself on the wall and send my head back hard. It connects with his and we both stumble backwards.

When I spin around to face him, it's just in time to see him rushing me. He grabs my thighs and slams me against the wall again. My back cracks and I wince, but that won't stop me.

Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear this time. "Maybe I need to teach the big bad vampire some lessons." Quickly turning my head I latch on to his ear and bite. His blood fills my mouth and he roars as he begins to dry hump me against the wall.

That's right big boy. I just fucking claimed you. In the weirdest way possible. Ok, wait… now I am rethinking this whole thing. Can I get a redo?

When I release him and get a chance to see his face, pure bliss covers his features. He pulls the blade out of his side and uses it to cut the shirt off me, nicking my skin in a few places, but the soft trickle of my blood is quickly lapped up by his greedy tongue.

He goes for my pants and I punch him in the side. He grunts and releases me just enough that I can snap. Using more force than I usually have, I am able to snatch the blade back from him and throw him onto the floor. I land on top of him and straddle his torso, just above his jeans.

I don't account for him having such a strong grip on the pants he lent me. Needless to say, they are unsalvageable and now flying across the living room.

Instead of fighting me, he rakes his fingernails down the front of my body. Not enough to break the skin. But the marks it leaves behind are sexy as fuck. I arch my back and reach behind me to unzip his jeans. I work them down as much as I can, but Victor helps out by kicking a few times and sending the things flying.

Surprisingly, he's gone commando. His rock-hard cock runs through the crack of my ass and I find myself wiggling against it.

And that folks, is when the bright idea hits me. What better way to take control of a situation, than to make the other person uncomfortable?

I grab the athame from the floor beside us, but keep it tucked down so he doesn't notice. At the same time, I slide my body down his and groan when his dick rubs against my lips.

When I am down far enough that he thinks he is going to get a blow job, I begin salaciously licking the hilt of the blade. He watches with sheer confusion on his face. Until seconds later when the hilt violates his asshole and has him screaming out. I only shove it in about three inches before I scramble back on top of him.

Only this time, I am backward. I angle my hips and he grabs ahold of them as I sheath his cock with my pussy. Mm… this dick feels like home.

"Now Victor. We are in quite a unique situation here. See, with where the blade is resting, one of your poor balls might get injured."

"Ginger," he growls my name and I simply tsk at him before sliding up his cock and slamming back down.

"No baby, this is my rodeo. This time, you have no choice. You have to just lay there and take it."

He doesn't say a thing as I begin rocking my hips. Bringing them up and down then forwards and backward. His balls rub against my clit, making me shudder. But my eyes are transfixed on the blade. Or rather the missing hilt. Reaching down, I pinch the blade and pull a little. Victor's legs go stiff.

I pull until it almost comes out and then slowly press it back in while still fucking myself on his dick. His right leg begins to uncontrollably shake and his balls tighten. Oh, you like that.

Uncaring about getting cut. I grab the blade hard and pull it out of him, before shoving two bloody fingers in its place. I ride his dick hard and pump him with my fingers and in seconds I feel warmth spread through me as he comes hard.

The second I slow, he changes our position enough to have me on my hands and knees with him behind me. My vagina is still perfectly filled with cum-coated cock. I brace myself on my hands when the crack of a hand meets my ass.

"Oh fuck!"

I don't know if it's a good ‘oh fuck' or a shocked one, but with how I am fighting against begging for another, I'll go with good.

I really hadn't expected our next rounds to be so violent.

I mean… I had hoped, but you don't always get what you wish for.