Unperturbed, James removed my feeble fabric defense. “No one has ever been close to you, my doll, not in the way I will. Connected and inside each other in every….” He kissed my neck, chuckling as I tried to shy away. “Possible….” Another kiss. “Way….”
The last word ended in a growl and I stifled a whimper as his teeth gently worried the skin between my neck and my shoulder. And then his hands were cupping my ass and he was lifting me easily, this vampire bastard and- oh, fuck his lush mouth was on my breast, sucking half of it into his mouth and my legs suddenly wrapped around him, squeezing in terror.
“Please don’t bite me there,”I thought, my lips were too numb to speak, to beg him,“please.”
But it didn’t hurt, James was lashing my nipple back and forth with his tongue, holding the little nub steady very carefully with his teeth. “Hmmmm…” he growled, “why don’t I feed from you here more often? You’re so tender.” His dark head moved back and forth between my breasts, making appreciative grunts and growls that vibrated through the thin skin and made my legs tighten.
There were moments that made it painfully clear that no matter what face he wore, James was unnatural. This was one. He turned and pushed me to brace my back against the wall, then effortlessly lifted me until my legs were over his shoulders, the smooth wool of his suit rasping against my skin, and pressed his mouth in a filthy, open kiss against my pussy.
This time I shrieked, his tongue driving up inside me, impossibly long and his hands held me motionless as it slithered along my passage, stroking and exploring me. He rubbed his stubbled chin against the sensitive furrow between my legs, blocking my desperate attempts to close my thighs against him. Driving me into an orgasm took a stunningly short amount of time, and James laid me out against the smooth cotton sheets, smoothing my hair above my head and settling me comfortably. His hands and eyes roving over me like I was something powerful, something valuable.
“Arranging your human sacrifice?” I asked bitterly.
He drew back then for a moment, examining my face. Whatever the beautiful monster saw there made a corner of his mouth curl up. “No, my sweet doll. You’re not the sacrifice. You’re the priestess here. And I am going to worship you.”
Standing to pull off his expensive suit, he took the time to remove his dress shirt when he caught me watching. James - his face and body - were impossibly perfect in an unearthly way. The firelight glowed off the planes of his chest, his eyes alight with amusement and some twisted form of fondness. Sliding back between my legs, his arms surrounded me, cradling me to him as his hips pushed my thighs wider.
When I looked down, I gasped. “Oh, shit.” His cock was bigger than I remembered, and it had been terrifying enough from a distance, from being forced to watch him across the room. It was sleek, as thick as the rest of him and one thigh nudged me wider. When my gaze darted back up to his, it hit me. He wasn’t spelling me, or hypnotizing me or whatever he did to the other women he’d fucked in front of me. I wanted to be spelled. I wanted to forget but he wouldn’t even give me that.
“So sweet, my little doll,” James whispered, “it will be alright.”
He thrust up into me with his cock and his vicious teeth speared into my neck at the same time as I screamed. But it died away as I realized it didn’t hurt.
Oh, I felt torn in half, but the pain was nothing, nothing compared to what he’d done to me in the past. And the feeling of his cock driving in and out of me made me barely notice his mouth suckling the blood gently from my neck. It felt more like a gentle pull, his lips were so warm. James moved his hips in the same rhythm as his suckling and my arms were around him, holding onto his back before I noticed it. Maybe he was hypnotizing me?
“No, doll this is all you. You and me.” James licked a stripe up my sluggishly bleeding neck, ignoring my look of horror. “Yes, love. I can read you, hear your thoughts when we’re connected like this. And I know what you’re feeling. My cock splitting you open? Spreading you wide? You’re squeezing me like a fist, doll….” His rhythm faltered for a moment as he groaned, “like a wrap of warm, wet silk. It’s,fuuuuck….”He drew out luxuriously, his strokes inside me lengthening too.
The hairy base of his pelvis was stroking against my painfully swollen clitoris, the springy curls tickling and scraping against me. His teeth were back in my throat but I could hear him inside my head, my beautiful, horrible, terrifying, arousing captor.
Come, my sweet, precious doll. Come with me.
James shouted as he came, flooding me with heat and wet, flooding me inside and slicking along my stomach and thighs. He’s always been so silent with the others.…
Then I heard a hoarse cry that I realized was coming from me and then it was nothing but warmth and connection and everywhere I wasn’t he was and it was….
My fingertips were stroking his shoulder blade and then, there it was.
“Aleksei Volkov. That’s his name. The thing that killed you, James.”
Chapter 12: The Bloodsucker's Rave
In which James takes Meghan to a Pet Party. But she’s not meowing for anybody.
Meghan…
I had no trouble envisioning James as the rugged young Romanian lord he’d been, three centuries ago. But what he’d become had given him a dark glamour that refined his features into symmetrical perfection, his body exquisitely defined.
When I’d been hired on at his firm, I had trouble even concentrating when he was in the same room, and I always had to look away just to stay focused and un-flustered. Good days or bad, he usually wore the same expression of polite indifference, a slight smile curling the corner of his mouth.
“Aleksei Volkov. That’s his name. The thing that killed you, James.”
But this time, when his head shot up, blazing eyes staring into mine, James was something very different. His cock was still buried inside me, our combined finish slicking wetly across our heaving bodies, and he looked … young? Hopeful? It was such an alien thing - so strange in its normalcy - that I simply stared back, fingertips still tracing softly across the skin of his back. “??????? ??????…”he said raptly,“ticalosul uciga?. Te am acum.”
“Do you remember anything now?” I ventured, “Did his name, uh, spark anything?” I watched his expression change, something sharper, more focused.
“He has been following me for a very long time. But I never knew who he was. He sends me … gifts.” James sounded different; his speech more precise, more formal.
“Uh, what kind of gifts?” I asked, fairly certain I did not want to know.
