Love at First Bite (Book 1 Just a Little Taste Series) (5 page)

He laughed. “Garlic?”

“Like I said, I assumed vampire.” She took another bite of her food. “I do know that blood bothers you, and I'm not sure if it's in a good way or a bad way. Want me to cook it more?”

He shook his head. “No, it is okay. I'm not that hungry.”

She watched him with guarded dark eyes. “What happened to your shirt?”

He jumped. “I wasn't wearing one. I took it off on the boat, remember.”

“No, you were wearing it when you left.” She sliced off another sliver of steak.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Okay, I took it off in the woods.”

“Why?”

“I'd rather not get into it, Sasha.”

She pointed her fork at him. “Nope, I'm in control, remember? And I always get what I want, remember?”

He sighed. “What if I told you I was a government experiment? Would you believe me then?”

She contemplated this. “Maybe.”

“What if I told you that my secret has to be guarded with your life, would you believe me then?” His heart drummed in his chest.

“Yeah, I'd believe you. Whatever is going on, you come out here for a few days each month to take care of it, right?” She finished her food and sipped some water.

“Pretty much.” His heart was about to give out on him.

“I won't tell. I don't even know what I'd tell if I would tell, which I won't.” She picked her plate up and put it in the dishwasher. “You won't hurt me, will you?”

He shook his head. “I will do all I can to keep you safe.”

It wasn't a 100% promise he wouldn't snap her neck, but it was as good as she could get. “I'd like to go take a bath.”

He gestured upstairs. “Be my guest.”

He tried not to focus on the sounds of water running and her bathing. He was going to go mad. Seriously mad. The moon was getting ready to come back up and it was just over the cusp of the moon being totally full, but he could still feel the effects. Even though he'd just drank his fill barely an hour before, he was burning through it faster than normal. He felt pathetic when he picked the steak off the plate and sucked every drop of blood out of it and poured the liquid from the plate down his throat. He groaned. The steam from her bath did nothing but intensify her incredible scent. He was going to die, he knew it.

He tipped the air conditioner down a few notches and went out to the porch. The smell was permeating, even outside. If he didn't get blood soon he was going to lose his mind. He heard a small rabbit in the edge of the woods. Taking off at a dead run, he caught the rabbit and, before the poor creature had a second to feel pain, he had drained it dry. He rubbed his forehead. He'd never felt like this.

He was still crouched on the ground with the rabbit in his hand when she found him. “I think I'd like you to explain more.”

He froze. Lust was still pumping through his brain and he grabbed her, before he could think. His face was in the shadow and he didn't know how much she could see, right that minute he didn't care if she saw him as a monster. Maybe she needed a healthy dose of fear. Wiping his hand across his mouth quickly, blood still on his face, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. He half expected her to fight or run.
Which you would enjoy immensely
, the predator in him screamed.  She kissed back. Her fingers caught in his hair, he ground his cock into her crotch. Awareness hit him like a bolt of lightning.
She is kissing me back
.  He pulled back quickly, stepping forward into the moonlight. He could see blood smeared on her face. Her eyes widened as she saw the blood on his face and her hand came to her mouth to stifle a gasp.

“Can you let me go clean up? I'll do my best to give you more information then.”

She nodded, stepping back with shaking ahnds. “Be my guest.”

He made it to the house, before realizing he still carried the rabbit. He could do nothing but put it in the trash can and it made him feel sick and sad. He took the steps two at a time and hit the shower.

He scrubbed until his skin felt raw. Taking a few slow breaths, he got out of the shower, dressed quickly and ran down stairs. She calmly sat on the couch, drinking a glass of wine; no more blood smeared on her face. Maybe she needed liquid courage, he wasn't sure. He sat down in a chair across from her. They sat in silence.

He took another deep breath. “Okay. I will tell you as much as I can. It may sound stupid. It may sound crazy, but it's the truth.” He looked at her with agony filled eyes.

“Okay, I'm listening.” She took another sip of wine, her hand shaking.

“I am not 100% vampire. I am part vampire. My mother was a vampire. My father was a werewolf. They had a forbidden love affair that caused my father to lose his life when my grandfather found out. My mother was pregnant with me then. She lost her life in childbirth. I was raised by my grandfather. I was told, daily, what an abomination I was and how I killed my mother. When I hit puberty, I fell in love with a vampire girl named Isabelle. I lusted after her with all of my being. I attempted to get closer to her, to seduce her. I was nearly castrated by her father and kicked out of the clan. The werewolf clan refused to have me be with them. I had caused the death of their high ruler, my father. I was told I was an anomaly and they did not want my bad blood in their clan. I struck out on my own and here I am today. That's the simplest explanation I can give you, Sasha.” He hung his head.
             

***

She was bursting with questions. “Why don't you have issues with the sun? Why don't you turn into a werewolf? How does all this work?”

He looked at her in shock. “Aren't you scared?”

She shrugged, “Maybe a little that you will suck me dry, but I've watched too many vampire movies I guess. It usually ends up okay.”
You sound like a damn moron, Sasha. Good job. Sitting here lusting after a blood sucking freak. Pathetic.

“It is a possibility. I've never smelled anyone that smells quite like you do and makes me want to bite them quite like you.” He said it matter of factly, a small smile on his face.

She blinked. “Would it hurt if you bit me?”
Don't even think about it, girl...

He avoided the question. “To answer your other questions, the reason I don't have issues with the sun or turn into a werewolf is because I am not enough of either for them to take over. I only crave blood on the full moon and within a few days after. I am slightly more sensitive to the sun those days. As you can see I've burned today, even with sunscreen. I have never wanted to bite a human.”

“But you want to bite me.”
Oh man... he wants to bite me.
That brought on some extremely erotic thoughts and she clenched her thighs together to stop the flood of arousal that threatened to burst.
Oh man. STOP IT, SASHA!

He nodded once, albeit unwillingly. “I want to do more than bite you.”

“What if I was willing?”
Sasha, why are you still talking?

“Willing for what? Sex?” He looked at her.

“Maybe. What if I was willing to let you bite me?” She could see him trying gauge her reaction. She kept her pulse normal, which was pretty easy since she had no reason for it to be elevated. She saw his nostrils flare and she knew he realized she was dead serious, even though she was waging a war with herself on the inside.

“No.” He shook his head quickly.

“Why not?” She got up from the couch.
What are you doing, Sasha?! Oh God, he's going to tell you no. He doesn't really want you. Are you this desperate?
She finally mentally bitch slapped the voice in her head. She was doing this.

“Don't do this, Sasha.” She walked closer. He stood. She stepped. He retreated. He realized too late he was backed against the couch. He sat. She came closer. “Sasha, I'm warning you.”

“Like I said, I get to do what I want. When I want. And I'm in control.” Before he could move, she was straddling him. Her hands were by her sides and she sat perfectly still. She waited. She watched his face. She whispered, “I trust you not to hurt me.”

“Cupcake, this is not like the movies. I can't say this is a good idea.”

***

His gums ached. He was not about to let his teeth loose right now. They would have to sit there and ache. He took a slow breath. Her smell was surrounding him. She slowly eased her arms around his neck. Her breasts were showcased in the lacy top she wore and they were within his reach. He brushed a quick kiss across them. She gasped and arched her back, which put her neck at an advantage for him. He looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilating, making her eyes pools of sparkling onyx and she was starting to flush after only one touch.

“I don't know if I can do this, Sasha.”

“Jeremy, I'm in control.” She murmured, before fitting her lips over his.

She kissed him slowly and passionately. He licked her lower lip. She groaned and his tongue slipped in her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, getting a growl from his throat. He ran his hands through her wild curls. She ran her hands down his sides. He skimmed his hands down her neck. She bit his lip gently and he groaned. He broke the kiss and looked in her eyes as he slowly touched her breasts. Her nipples responded immediately. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw and moaned softly as he caressed her breasts.

“Will you take your shirt off?” He murmured against her lips.

He held her hips as she leaned back and peeled her top off. Her incredible breasts were showcased in one of the unbelievably sexy bras Trevor had sent up, a black lace affair that was so sheer he could see her pink nipples straining against the fabric. He licked one nipple through the fabric, then the other, listening to her groan. He kissed her lips again, and before he knew what happened, his fang nicked her tongue and the taste of her blood filled his mouth and his senses. He sucked her tongue and ground his penis up between her thighs.

She gasped and pulled back. “I'm bleeding, I think.”

His eyes were heavy lidded. “I know, I'm sorry. We should stop.”

She took a slow breath. “I think it was a great effort for your first time. Thank you.” She slipped off his lap. “You didn't suck me dry, and my tongue doesn't hurt.” In fact, the bleeding had all but stopped.

He caught her hand. “No, I bet I made you completely wet.”

She flushed, “Maybe.” “Maybe one of these days you'll let me remedy that.” He drew little circles with his finger on her palm.

“Maybe,” she whispered breathlessly. She stood and pulled her shirt back on. “Good night.” She left him aching in more ways than one.

Going to his desk, he pulled out the cell phone and went to the porch. “Trevor, bring a car for me tomorrow. Plus, I want you to transfer a large amount of cash for me.”

***

She was laying in bed upstairs, absolutely throbbing. She'd He could smell her arousal; a tangy sweet scent that he was dying to taste.  Jeremy was pacing the floor waiting for her to sleep. He needed more blood, and he wasn't too keen on her watching him again. She dozed off, finally around, midnight, and he slipped out into the night.

Poor creatures were petrified. He'd never needed this much blood before. He caught a raccoon unaware and drained him before he knew what happened. Quickly burying him, he slipped back inside and washed up at the kitchen sink. He stopped scrubbing his hands, realizing the house was suddenly electrically charged with desire. He could smell it.

Sasha was asleep, he could still hear her breathing. She was dreaming about sex. He heard her murmur his name and then a soft snore. His cock became instantly stiff. He fought a war with himself.
You are not going up there. Oh, HELL YES I am. You are not going to touch her. No, I'm just going to watch. That's all. Just watch and listen.
He reassured himself that he'd be a good boy, but he didn’t entirely believe it.

He paused at her door and listened. Her breathing had quickened, he could smell her arousal as sure as he was inside her. She moaned softly, then he heard her shift and her breathing slow again, before the dream got hot once more. He wondered what she was dreaming about. His cock was throbbing. He slowly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his member out of his shorts. He stroked himself, slowly, fantasizing it was Sasha doing so. He heard her moan out his name. He couldn't take it anymore. He eased her door open.
I'll just watch. I won't touch her
, he reassured himself, again. She was tangled in the sheets, teensy lace top barely holding her breasts, a pair of tiny black lace thongs on her luscious ass. She was shifting and moaning softly in the back of her throat. She was sound asleep.

He came to stand beside her. Before the good guy in his head said no, he quickly leaned over and drug his tongue over one erect nipple, going excruciatingly slow, so as not to wake her. She moaned softly and opened her legs. He could smell her arousal; it was like being in a field of flowers, a chocolate factory and drowning in the best caramel and wine in the world, all at once. So damn addicting. He stroked one finger over her panties. She bucked her hips, mewing in her throat softly.

“Jeremy!” Her hand went to her panties, sliding in, touching herself.

His eyes widened.
Oh dear God.
He started stroking himself slowly.
This is so damn wrong...
He didn't care. He was transfixed, watching her slowly jerk herself off. She huffed and used both hands to pull her panties down to her knees, still sound asleep. She used one hand to part her lips and the other to make circles on her clit. He jerked his cock harder. He could see her glistening, just for him. She moaned his name again. His canines were extending and he bit his lip to keep himself under control. The pain took the edge off, just barely. He wanted so badly to rip her teensy black panties all the way off and lick her pussy spotless, only to make her soaked again. He was so unbelievably close, and so was she, he knew. She was moaning and thrashing on the bed, her fingers circling her clit. He couldn't bear it. He slowly knelt over her and licked her nipples again. Her pulse was drumming so fast. He could feel her orgasm building and it made it all the sweeter for him. She came, her juices flooding her pussy. He jerked himself so hard he was sure his cock was going to come off. Finally, he came, biting his lip to stifle the groan of pleasure building in his throat. He looked at her, legs spread wide, pussy glistening in the light.