Stepbrother Blood Lover (2 page)

I was shuddering with longing, my pussy so ready that I’d never felt so slick. I knew he was a vampire, but that wasn’t my priority. My priority was fucking him as soon as humanly possible—giving myself fully to his every dark desire, having him take me in whatever way he would.

I felt his fingertips brushing down my throat, the energy tingling like static at our contact, and it was as if the burn of orgasm touched at my flesh, pleasuring my throat, provoking my clit, making me whimper with longing. A tide of longing crashed inside me. I had to have his mouth on my throat, his teeth buried into my flesh.

If I didn’t, I feared I’d die.

Only now did I realize my fingers had leapt to my clit and I was rubbing myself frantically. “Darren,” I cried out, thrusting my hips towards him, my pussy so close to exploding into bliss. And knowing that having your blood drunk was second only to screwing a vampire, I cried out, “Drink me, Darren! Drink me!” As he watched, unanswering, his piercing eyes staring down at me, my pulse raced with blood for him to claim.

He rose to his feet, stood in front of me, pressed one hand onto the crown of my head and tipped it to one side. Energy tingled wantonly where his fingers touched my skin, as he leaned right over my body. He stood right between my thighs, unzipped his jeans, pulled out his already hardened cock. I was shuddering with longing, gasping for him to do me, my orgasm threatening so hard as I plunged my hand inside my knickers and kneaded my slippery cunt—my slippery, desperate cunt. Why wasn’t I coming? I rubbed hard and fast, consumed with need, trembling with yearning. I was so damn horny that I kept thinking I was tipping over the brink, ready to climax, but then the desperation would grow tighter and tighter until the nearing orgasm was like an orgasm in itself.

“What’s going on?” I cried. “Just standing here, Darren, you’ve got me going crazy!”

“I have what you want,” he said, as he brushed aside my hair, clearing the skin on the side of my neck. I felt his cool breath on my skin as he bent over me, his lips so close to my aching skin. There, covered in the soft light he gave off, I felt his fangs drop, no longer hidden, as he bit right into me, moaning as he did, his lips so cold that they felt frozen. For a moment, I felt just a pinch of pain, and then, suddenly, I was seized by an ecstasy deeper than I’d ever known. My cunt seemed to cry out and I could hear blissed-out screaming. It took me a few moments to realize
I
was the one who was screaming, overcome by such glorious power as he drank my blood that my pussy was surging again and again in a series of orgasms that were beyond human. He was so carnal that he was groaning at full volume, drinking me as a predator, his hands on my shoulders, controlling me hard. He was a fierce and hungry beast that was no longer tethered. I felt filled with his light as I climaxed with my whole body, my fingers plunging up my ecstatic cunt as I came and came and came. Oceans of pleasure billowed inside me, hurling against not only my cunt, but my clit, my nipples, my neck, my throat.

At one point, I felt him reach for his cock and start to jerk off with a single hand. I yelled, “God, brother!” And that made me come even harder, because this really
was
my brother—my stepbrother with his greedy fangs and his long groans of pleasure that I could only echo. He fucked my flesh with those teeth, warm blood running down my shoulder onto my chest, his right hand pleasuring his cock, while his left hand grasped my breast through my T-shirt. At last, he gave an almighty groan and sank his teeth in hard, as if he was in the delicious throes of a blood-sucking climax. Only later would I find that he’d come all over my T-shirt, covering the swell of my breasts with streaks of his own come.

Finally, he collapsed over me, groaning like a man who’s just had the fuck of his life. As soon as his fangs were no longer in my neck, my climax died, and I felt empty.

When he lifted his head from my shoulder, his eyes glared vividly into my own. His bottom lip was covered in my blood. It trailed greedily down his chin. “Just a little taste,” he said, desire seething in his pupils, “of what we could have if you gave yourself to me. But you’re not ready, are you, Helene? You’re not strong enough to give yourself entirely.”

“Give myself?” I gasped. “You mean…be your slave?”

He was doing up his jeans—his favorite, battered jeans that seemed so human, so familiar. He was my brother all right. Clearly he was. And yet this man spoke so grandly, so darkly, and acted like someone I’d never met. “Once you swear to be mine,” Darren said, “your blood will receive the pact of slavery and will keep you to it. You’ll obey me in everything—erotic or otherwise. Your soul will be mine.”

This sounded so erotically exciting that I writhed, touching my body…but it’s one thing to be excited by a notion, and quite another to agree to it. My brother was dangerous now, in that beautiful, tall, pale body. So magnetic, so blood-driven, so chillingly profound. When he wiped the blood from his upper lip with the back of his hand, I mewed like a kitten, desperate to be bitten again—to achieve those ecstatic heights. “If I was your slave,” I managed, “would I fuck you forever?”

He nodded. “You’ve never known the ecstasy that you’ll feel if you submit to me. But you must want me sexually until the end of time.”

I’d heard of what happened to those who submitted to vampires. Rumor was, you’d live your life with only one desire: to be taken by the master, to be bitten and fucked, to be under their control in every way. Your blood would seal the pact, which would mean you’d be magically driven—physically and emotionally—to serve that vampire forever. Your mind would no longer be entirely your own.

It was hot, and I’d fantasized about it. Climaxed to it. Yearned for it. But even in my current desperation, I was afraid to give up my life like that.

“I’m your sister!” I cried. “We can’t fuck
forever
.”

He rose to his feet. “Human rules are feeble.”

“I just need more pleasure,” I gasped. “Just make me come again!” Oh, I pleaded, I yearned, I pulled off my T-shirt, rubbed my breasts like a porn performer—anything to make him stay. He watched with predatory eyes as I ravished my hard nipples, and I felt his stare as pure pleasure on my skin. But in the end he just stepped towards the door.

I didn’t have the power.
He
did.

Before he left, he turned to me, the room glowing with his light. “Your parents will have slept through the noise of our fucking,” he said.

“
Your
parents?” I said, amazed. The word came as a shock. Why did Darren no longer see them as his parents too?

“This isn’t just about blood,” he said. “It’s about power.”

“Take me with you!” I said, climbing to my feet. “Take me away and fuck me!” “I can only own you, Helene, if you desire me fully.”

“I do!” I cried.

He said, “You reek of denial.”

I fell to the floor, crawled towards him like a dog, begging to be released from this longing. My pussy was so thirsty that juices were trickling down my thighs as I went, but I didn’t care. I was hungry for more of the pleasure I’d just had.

“You’re still bleeding,” he said.

I paused on the rug beneath my knees and reached for my throat. When I touched myself there and felt the warm blood, a ripple of ecstasy plundered my core—a taste of the orgasmic heat that had just consumed me. I whimpered with joy to feel it, climax threatening my cunt again.

“Lower your hand,” said Darren.

I did so automatically. My fingers came away bloody.

A dark smile curled on his lips. “By the time you wake tomorrow,” he said, pulling the door wide, “your wound will have healed, but you’ll still feel me in it.”

“Fuck me,” I begged him. “Drink me. Please.”

But he was already gone.

Darren

My sister’s blood, our orgasmic glut, the taste of her body inside my mouth had all consumed my senses. She was everywhere now, in my veins, on my skin, her mouth yielding incessantly to mine. That skin so soft. Those breasts so full. The hardness of those nipples beneath her top. But though my desire for her flooded my every cell, I couldn’t let it control me.
I
was in control now. The vampire-me.

Since I’d become a vampire, I knew the story of human control. It was burned into my mind like an ember, as if the vampire who sired me had branded it onto my veins. When a human longed to serve a vampire with their whole body and mind, that vampire, if they accepted, would own and control them forever. Helene would have to choose to surrender her life to me in every way. Once she’d submitted to me, she’d never long for freedom. The pact would be magically sealed and she’d serve me forever more.

Upon leaving my the place I used to call home, having fed on Helene, her blood was still humming inside me, along with the earth-shaking climax I’d felt. But my instincts told me to stay in control rather than let my desire for her drive me. Nonetheless, I was determined to make her mine. I
had
to have her, my Helene, the beautiful sister, the perfect woman. That sweet skin! Those innocent lips! The blood that tasted so rich that it made my cock harder than I’d ever known! Once mine, she would serve me erotically—and in any way I pleased—and in return she’d receive the most orgasmic frenzies a human could ever know. I would control her entirely. Sexually, emotionally. I’d bury my cock in her time and again, releasing cascades of climactic screams. Both of us would be owned by the power coursing between us.

My cock was hankering for her, even now.

The trap was sprung, the seed was planted. I’d visit my sister again and give her an even greater taste of bliss—and then she’d so ache to belong to me that she’d give herself over with genuine fervor. That’s what was needed by her blood to seal the pact. Her passion. Her thirst. Her carnal desperation.

The fact I could control Helene if she submitted completely wasn’t the only knowledge printed on my blood. I’d barely spoken to my sire and knew no other vampires, but even so, I knew the sacred rules. Vampires could control humans. Nature could control vampires. Scent was psychic energy. And blood was the key to life.

What I didn’t know was the truth about Helene.

If I had, I’d have stayed away.

2.

Darren

Glut. Frenzy. Darkness.

After biting Helene, I’d planned to seduce strangers who reminded me of her. Now I’d had a taste of her blood, I longed to see if others could taste as good. But while I walked the back streets of Lavender City, I smelled my Sire and felt compelled to follow her scent. Later, I’d discover that she’d used her scent to summon me, knowing I wouldn’t resist.

I found her in a deserted house on Stoke Street, which still contained evidence of fire. The stink of burning was everywhere, though the delectable scent of my Sire cut through it. The furniture in the front room was mostly collapsed into black, charred pieces, and the walls were streaked with black and brown, the floors a mix of burned wood and charcoal.

At the center of the room, she was draped across a red velvet couch that looked out of the place amongst all the char-streaked wood. Wine crates had been arranged around her, with lit pillar candles set out in clusters on top them. The light danced across her glowing skin as her grey eyes drank me in. She said her name was Evelyn. She glowed like an angel. Her skin was luminous, her hair silver blonde, her lips painted a metallic shade of pink. She wore a long black dress with a split up the side, and her stocking top was clear as was the strap that held it in place. Beholding her, I felt a rush of arousal and gratitude—she had changed me, brought me darkness, sucked the soul of out me and replaced it with decadence. I moaned with fervor. My cock grew hard, seeking to ravish her in return. My fangs strengthened, growing inside my mouth.

I was ready to pleasure her.

But I had questions too.

“There you are, boy. Come here,” she said languorously, letting one arm drop lazily so her knuckles were stroking the floor. “I want to be drained and fucked, fucked and drained.” She slid her knees apart, revealing more of her stocking and the toned thigh beneath it. She waited as I watched her, my stare drinking her in, and laughed a hard cackle. My thrall, it seemed, didn’t work so well on her. “Well, come on Hellchild! My cunt’s dripping with readiness.”

“Why did you change me?” I asked as I walked towards her. “Why make me a vampire?”

“Your energy throbbed with arousal,” she said, turning her eyes away. “I knew as a vampire you’d be powerfully sexual. I wanted you to fuck me.”

“You found me attractive?”

“You were burgeoning and ready.” She laughed and added, “I liked your accent too. Britain has a taste of the evil about it.”

I didn’t quite believe her, but saw no reason for her to lie. Besides, she’d told me to serve her and I was thirsty to oblige. As with Helene the night before, I felt no trepidation. In human terms I was a virgin, but in vampire terms I was tainted to the soul, and any vulnerability seeped away as if my mind knew weakness would destroy me. I tried to seduce her with my thrall, using my eyes to press pleasure into her skin just as I’d done with Helene, but Evelyn snapped my stare away with her fingers. It had no power then. “I want flesh,” she said, eyeing my groin hungrily, “not thrall.”

So I took Evelyn on that couch, stripping her when she told me to, biting her perfect ivory skin wherever I could. But in my mind’s eye, she was Helene, mewing, gasping, trembling with longing. I drank from her neck, from the valley of Evelyn’s cleavage, from each full breast, and the cleft where the thigh met the sex—only I pictured Helene’s flesh, Helene’s breasts, Helene’s sex. I fucked Helene and lost my mind to pleasure. The blood tasted so sweet and warm cascading down my throat, but it tasted of nothing compared to Helene’s. Still, the orgasms shook me, spreading through my body again and again like a wall of abandon. I snarled in ecstasy, blood flowing across my tongue. Evelyn writhed, urging me onwards, her eyes all fire as I devoured. Her scent was magnificent: aromatic like dry wine—but it was nothing on the innocent, honeyed scent of my sister.