“I’ll be out front.” My heart is beating so loudly, I know she can hear it, which means she hears my blood pumping harder. From the moment I first saw Mari, I’ve wanted her—all of her, including her bite.
A few minutes later, she steps out of her front door with a small handbag.
I open the passenger door to my truck. Custom-made for me, I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her to the top step.
She gasps, and her fingers wrap around mine. “How did you have this made? Don’t humans ask questions, or did you get this after the Great Revelation?”
Reluctant to let her go, I force my hands away and walk around the front of the green truck. I get in and start the engine. “I’ve had this truck for years. Most of the time, humans think I’m a grotesquely large one of them, and they feel sorry for me.”
“But you’re not?”
I shake my head. “Giants have walked the earth since before humankind. We lived in great numbers when the Neanderthals were making tools from wood and stone. We are a different species, although there has been some mixing of our blood. There are no pure giants anymore. I imagine my DNA is somewhere around twenty percent human.”
She watches me as I drive the short way to my house.
Once I’ve parked, I round the truck and lift her down. The way her eyes light up, I think she likes me manhandling her, butmaybe it’s my imagination. Taking her hand, I lead the way to the extra-large front door and open it. I flick the light switch and hold my breath as she steps inside.
She strolls around my living room, touching the back of the leather couch in the same way she touched her new wall. The great room opens to a dining area and a spacious kitchen. I have a chair at the table for me and five other tall human chairs. I rarely have company, but it’s nice to offer visitors a seat that suits them. The counter is at her eye level. At one end is a step stool, and she smiles at it. “This is very nice.”
Having her in my home feels erotic. My body responds painfully, wanting to tear away clothes until there are no barriers between us. “You never answered my question, Mari. What happens when you bite someone?”
In a blur of black, she moves until she’s an inch away from me. She trails her hand along the thick artery at my neck. “Pleasure.” She licks the tip of her fang. “So much pleasure. A bite is very intimate, Sam.”
I take her hand and press my lips to the center of her palm. I let my tongue trail along her flesh to her wrists. “I wonder if those animals you’ve been surviving on are enough to sustain you.”
She pulls away. “I can’t risk losing control and hurting a human.”
“I’m not human. I think I’m big enough to bite.” I’ve never wanted anyone like this. My body and my mouth are working of their own accord. Honestly, I don’t mind, especially if Mari is the prize.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” She steps back and cradles the hand I kissed as if it were precious.
Taking a deep breath, I go to the kitchen and open a bottle of wine. I pour her a glass. Returning to her, I hand her the wine. “I need to shower. Make yourself at home.”
As I walk down the hallway to my bedroom, I feel her gaze on me. “My offer stands, Mari.”
I drop my clothes in the laundry basket and turn on the shower. It too is giant-sized with handmade green tile from floor to ceiling and river pebbles on the floor to massage my feet. The half wall comes to my waist with glass that reaches a foot below my twelve-foot ceilings. Once the water is warm, I stop under the spray and wonder if I should turn the temperature down to decrease the likelihood of embarrassing myself. Another option would be jerking off to relieve the pressure. The idea of coming in the shower with Mari in the living room is absurd. With her keen senses, she’d hear me and smell my arousal. I’m certain she already knows the state I’m in.
I soap myself from head to toes and scrub my face. Filthy from work, I shampoo my hair, and my eyes are closed as the water washes away the suds.
“Why do you want me? Is it out of some sense of doing good? Do you think I’m suffering from living off of small game?”
Wiping the water from my eyes, I can hardly believe my eyes.
Glass of wine in hand, Mari stands inside my bathroom door.
I never heard her approach. Startled, it takes some effort not to show the extreme level of my excitement. My cock bobs with energy, and I’m thankful to have put in the half wall. Unable to resist, I run my soapy hand along my shaft, suppressing a groan. “I find you are constantly on my mind and even in my dreams.”
Putting her wine glass on the vanity, she pulls her top over her head. Her perfectly round, pert breasts turn slightly up and make my mouth water. She pulls a tie at her waist, and her skirt puddles on the floor. Completely naked, and exceptionally formed with curved hips and shapely legs, she reaches into her mass of hair and removes a large clip. Her curls flow over her shoulders and back to her waist. “I hope you’re sure about this.”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all my life, and while I’m not quite as old as you, Mari, I’ve lived a long time.” I step to the open end of the shower and offer her my hand.
Her gaze skims down my chest, my abdomen, and her eyes widen at the state of my cock. After she scans all the way to my feet, she stares into my eyes. “This can only be physical. Vampires don’t have more than that.”
I have a lot of questions about that last statement, but she takes my cock in both of her small hands, and every coherent thought flies from my head. A growl rises from my chest as she backs me against the shower wall. “You’re beautiful, Mari.”
“You’re magnificent.” She strokes me slowly and steadily.
Nothing has ever felt as good as her hands paired with the way her pupils fill her dark irises. Knowing that she’s as aroused as I am brings a low moan out of me. I could come like this, but I need more of her and want to give her all of me. With one hand, I cup her ass, and with the other, her head. I dislodge her ministrations when I lift her and press my lips to hers.
