Friends with Fangs Friday – Immortal Love Special.

I continued to thrust, my mouth sought her neck and I pierced the skin just as my own orgasm hit. I sucked. I tried to count, but fuck knows if I got to ten or not. I was just carried away in the ecstasy of the moment.

I pulled back when I sensed I’d taken enoughand gently licked at her neck. She was still beneath me, but I could feel her chest moving; she was okay. Drained, tired, but living. I moved from between her thighs and slipped onto the bed beside her. I didn’t pull my body away, though. I kept close to her.

I don’t know if she passed out or if she just went to sleep—I guess both of them would look pretty bad on my record. I hoped I hadn’t taken too much of her blood, since she’d already been sucked once that night. I kept pressing my fingers to her neck to check her pulse and it was strong and fine each time I touched it. I was pretty sure my fucking technique hadn’t bored her to sleep, but maybe the release had just relaxed her enough to rest. I didn’t know, but I lay there beside her and waited for her to wake up.

A movement in the garden caught Heidi’s attention immediately. She peered out into the dark, her hands still immersed in the washing up bowl as she tried to catch another glimpse of whatever was lurking in the darkness outside her kitchen window. She wasn’t frightened, merely curious. She lived so far out in the wilderness that it could only be an animal, and the last time she’d checked, they couldn’t open locked doors. So she was perfectly safe.

What made her nocturnal visitor so unusual was its proximity to the house. Animals were braver in the city, where they’d become used to humans. But out here, they were still timid and very wary of man. Heidi’s little cottage was practically screaming that it was occupied, with its smoking chimney and blazing lights and yet the creature – whatever it was – was almost outside the window. Heidi frowned. Something definitely wasn’t right.

Another flash of movement, and Heidi finally identified her visitor. The beautiful russet fur, big bushy tail with flecks of white – there was a fox in her garden.

Grinning, Heidi rushed to dry her hands on a tea towel and then moved across the room to flick off the light switch. She waited until her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, then made her way back to the window. She spied the fox immediately, crouched down beside the hedge surrounding her garden, as though it was hunting something. A life-long nature lover, Heidi smiled, truly appreciating the stunning beauty of the creature.

“Gypsy? How’d you hurt yourself? You’re bleeding.” Bleeding? Gypsy stared at him. What did a vampire look like when she cried? How the hell would she know? She wiped at her cheeks and red stained her fingers. Shit. Blood tears. Go fucking figure. “Sorry.” “Don’t be.” He stepped into her apartment and closed the door. “You’re paler than normal.” Kendall put both hands up. “I know. Vampires are pale. But this isn’t like you.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “What can I do?” Her heart hammered. What could he do? Get naked and take her on the couch, then offer his neck, that’s what he could do. Help her slake her need for sustenance and sex then confess he liked her for more than a friend. Like that would happen. He had a girlfriend, last time she’d checked. “Just tired.” “I see that. When did you sleep last?” “I haven’t.” “Or fed, either.” “It’s been a while.” “Then I’ve got just what you need—a hot and hunky male to share your bed.” His eyebrows bobbed. “Like someone tall, blond and handsome who has lots of blood he’s willing to part with in the name of rescue?” She laughed despite her tears. “Don’t tell me you’re applying. That’s one of the most horrible come-on lines I’ve heard.”

When Tryg took the young man’s cock in his hand and bit his left ass cheek, Luke sobbed. His need was a palpable thing – a third party to this torturous mating dance they were doing. Tryg grinned, licked a hot, wet stripe along Luke’s lower back, and then bit his perfect right ass cheek so he went stiff and his cock jerked in Tryg’s fist.

Then he was babbling a string of “oh gods” and “pleases” so long and so heartfelt Tryg realised he was powerless to say no. He stood, spit in his fist, and slicked himself the best he could. Then he looped his arm back around Luke’s neck and squeezed just a bit because he knew that added to it for the kid. Knew it helped get him off. And he wanted to get him off; he wanted to make him remember this. An adrenaline fuck with someone you trusted was the sweetest of all. Almost as good as the perfect fuck with someone you loved.

He pushed that impudent thought aside and roughly entered his trembling Rabbit. Little sweet Rabbit whose hot, tight body clamped up around his cock and made him want to let his fangs out. He wanted to run his teeth – his animal teeth – up and down the sweet spot along the back of Luke’s neck where the hair curled just a little from heat and sweat. He wanted to taste sweet and salt and fear and lust on his skin.

When Tryg took the young man’s cock in his hand and bit his left ass cheek, Luke sobbed. His need was a palpable thing – a third party to this torturous mating dance they were doing. Tryg grinned, licked a hot, wet stripe along Luke’s lower back, and then bit his perfect right ass cheek so he went stiff and his cock jerked in Tryg’s fist.

Then he was babbling a string of “oh gods” and “pleases” so long and so heartfelt Tryg realised he was powerless to say no. He stood, spit in his fist, and slicked himself the best he could. Then he looped his arm back around Luke’s neck and squeezed just a bit because he knew that added to it for the kid. Knew it helped get him off. And he wanted to get him off; he wanted to make him remember this. An adrenaline fuck with someone you trusted was the sweetest of all. Almost as good as the perfect fuck with someone you loved.

He pushed that impudent thought aside and roughly entered his trembling Rabbit. Little sweet Rabbit whose hot, tight body clamped up around his cock and made him want to let his fangs out. He wanted to run his teeth – his animal teeth – up and down the sweet spot along the back of Luke’s neck where the hair curled just a little from heat and sweat. He wanted to taste sweet and salt and fear and lust on his skin.