I know him. Or at least I know of him.
I remembered him from the party, remembered how he wasn’t alone, but with three other men. Flashes of images kept going through my mind, and still he stood in front of that fire, staring at the flames, his big body seeming like it could break bones in half.
No, they weren’t men. That was evident.
The world I lived in wasn’t traditional, and I’d even go as far as saying it was out of a movie, or even a book.
Vampires. They’d been fierce looking vampires.
In my world vampires are real, living, breathing entities that hold jobs, run businesses, even own property in the wealthiest neighborhoods. They walk alongside humans, but they are far from mortal and fragile. They are powerful, immortal, and the substance they need to survive pumps through my very veins.
Vampires had only made themselves know over the last thirty years, but they’d been around far longer, hiding in the shadows, knowing they could take over the world if they wanted to.
I wasn’t nearly old enough to remember a time when vampires were considered myth and fable, not at the age of twenty-five. Of course, I had read about the world before vampires came along, knew movies had portrayed them as seducers, but also killers. They’d been romanticized, their lethal fangs and the need for blood to survive, making them seem erotic in nature.
I couldn’t deny that I could agree with all this.
They were seducers, killers, hypnotizers, and deep down I knew they were just a hairsbreadth away from snapping. They had a dark part, one that called to them, and I never understood how they could keep it reined in.
I shivered at the thought of this man, this powerful creature—who had yet to say one word to me—piercing my neck with his wicked fangs and lapping at my blood. Would it turn him on to take my life from me one drop at a time? The thing was, I had a secret, one I had never divulged to anyone before. I didn’t even like thinking about it myself, because I felt that wanting this, needing it even, was somehow wrong.
But the very thought, the very images being conjured in my mind of having one of these mythical creatures biting me while they were deep inside my pussy, fucking me like they owned me, was a dark fantasy of mine. I fantasized about what it would be like to submit fully to one of them, to give them what they wanted between my thighs and running through my veins.
The thought alone made my cunt grow wet, had my nipples hardening painfully. I licked my suddenly dry lips, feeling my pulse beating at the base of my neck. Could he hear it? Did it make him thirstier knowing my blood rushed through my body harder than ever? I should be mortified right now, scared shitless that I was alone in a room with a vampire. I wasn’t stupid or naive. I knew what he wanted, why I was here. He wouldn’t have me tied up like this if he didn’t plan on doing wicked things to me.
“I would like to welcome you to my home,” he said without looking at me. His hands were thrust in the front pockets of his pants, and his focus was still trained on the fire. His voice was deep and smooth, like the whiskey I’d consumed at the party.
My traitorous body lit up like a firework. He turned to face me then, and I exhaled. I couldn’t help but feel an intense attraction for him. Vampires were not only dangerous, but they were also beautiful, and this man was no different. I tried to remind myself he had kidnapped me and probably planned on killing me, but still, I couldn’t help the ache that settled in my clit.
Vampires might live amongst humans, but my weaker species wasn’t ignorant of the fact that there was still killing going on in the shadows by these creatures.
He looked stoic, but then moved closer to me, a smile widening across his lips. I got the first real glimpse of his fangs. They were impressive, big and long and telling of what he used them for, why he needed them.
“I have a lot planned for you,” he said in that scratchy voice, one that had my body getting even warmer.
I was equal parts frightened and aroused.
He inhaled deeply and let out this low, animalistic sound. “I am pleasantly surprised at your reaction. I didn’t think you’d be so aroused once you woke, but I see you are quite responsive to the situation.” He stepped closer, and I got a strong scent of him. He smelled so good. It was potent, like crisp, clean mountain air, but there was also a hint of something else, something darker, more primal.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Calm, but I knew he could read my emotions as clear as if I shouted them in his face.
“What do I want?” he repeated, grinning, his fangs flashing. “I just want you.”
My heart was beating harder, faster.
“You see, sweet Athena, I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”