Page 77 of Bite
Slipping my ruined panties into his pocket, he kneels between my legs, palms pressing my knees apart. His eyes lock on mine, intense and unyielding. For a second, I think he’s going to sink his fangs in and devour me right there, but instead, he dips his head and licks a slow stripe along my slit, the shock of it nearly making me jolt off the sofa.
“James!” I cry out, but he silences me with a single look.
“Unless you want an audience, try to keep quiet, darling,” he murmurs, the steel under his tone both thrilling and terrifying. “Be a good girl and let me enjoy my meal.”
He doesn’t wait for permission before diving back in. His tongue moves with ridiculous speed and precision, every flick and swirl calculated to make me writhe. He sucks my clit between his lips, biting down gently before easing the pain with a soft, languid lick. My hands claw at the sofa, desperate for an anchor.
I’m not quiet. Whether it’s because I can’t contain myself or because the idea of attracting an audience is titillating, my moans only increase in volume as he licks and sucks my sensitive pussy, driving me toward the edge of oblivion.
Within minutes, I’m dangerously close to detonation. He knows it, slowing down, torturing me with feather-light passes of his tongue until I’m shamelessly crying out, begging for release. He finally relents, thrusting two fingers inside me while he devours my clit, and I come so hard I see stars.
That’s when he lowers his mouth to my inner thigh and bites down. He feeds from me while I ride out my climax, intensifying every wave of pleasure and shudder of my body. My thighs are still quaking when he licks the wound closed and lifts his head, tongue catching a stray drop of blood at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re exquisite,” he rasps, pale eyes gleaming. “Best meal I’ve ever had.”
All I can do is stare back at him dreamily, panting for breath, words escaping me.
James wipes his mouth on his sleeve, pushing up to his knees. “Now that you’re more relaxed, are you ready to go back in?”
I nod weakly, my voice still eluding me.
He fixes my dress, then stands and pulls me up with him, half-carrying me back inside. We enter the dining room to find that the party is even more chaotic now– everywhere I look, there are bodies moving, vampires fucking donors or each other, the air thick with the scent of blood and sex.
James heads straight for an empty velvet loveseat in a shadowed corner, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap again, my back against his front this time. His hands land on my thighs, mouth at my ear. “Are you content to watch, or do you want me to fuck you now, show everyone in this room who you belong to?”
A shiver of desire runs through me. I shouldn’t want that, but Ido. I want it so much I can hardly breathe. I’m lost to him, to the madness of this whole fantasy turned life.
“Show them I’m yours,” I breathe.
A dare and a challenge.
The corner of his mouth ticks up in a satisfied smirk. He slowly drags my dress up to bunch around my hips, spreading my legs over his thighs, exposing me to the room.
I instinctively panic for half a second, then realize that he’s arranged the fabric of my dress to cover our laps. Not that anyone is paying much attention. They’re all too wrapped up in their own indulgences, feeding or fucking.
A rush of adrenaline surges through my veins as James’ hands move beneath me to pop the button on his slacks, freeinghis cock. Velvet-wrapped steel meets my bare pussy, hard and throbbing, my panties still tucked in his pocket. He lifts me by the waist to notch the tip at my entrance, then shoves me down in a single, brutal move that has me choking on a gasp.
The intrusion is so sudden, so deep, that it feels like he’s ripping me in half, the signals in my brain misfiring. His chest vibrates with a low groan as his hands tighten around my waist, hips slowly rocking beneath me as I adjust to the fullness. His movements are languid and controlled, like he wants to savor every second, his mouth at my ear whispering filth.
“Look at you, riding my cock in a room full of monsters,” he murmurs, nipping the lobe. “They all want you, but only I get to do this. Only I get to feel your cunt squeeze around me.”
The dirty words make me even wetter, pain dissolving to pleasure on a dime. I rock my hips, grinding against him, desperate for friction. James knows exactly what I need. He slides a hand under my dress and finds my clit, rubbing tight circles with the pad of his thumb.
The world around me fades away until the only thing I can perceive is the raw edge of sensation. The way he’s filling me up, the way he’s rubbing my clit, his panted breaths fanning the back of my neck. My eyes slide closed, head falling back as I bounce up and down over his lap, no longer caring who sees what he’s doing to me. It feels too good. Nothing else matters but me and him and this perfect, all-consuming rush of impending rapture.
“James,” I gasp, voice gone high and thin.
He bites down on my shoulder, fangs piercing skin. “Come for me,” he commands. “Show them who owns you.”
My orgasm rips through me in a tidal wave that steals my breath and makes my vision blur. I’m vaguely aware of the sound I make– half sob, half scream– but James just moves faster, fucking me through it hard and fast until he comes with a shudder, spilling inside me.
He holds me there, locked tight around him, until the world fades back in. I hear laughter, moans, the wet sounds of bodies and motion. When I open my eyes, I confirm what I already knew. Others are watching– vampires, donors… even Lilith, the high councilor from earlier.
She raises her glass to me and winks.
James laughs, low and triumphant. He licks the bite mark on my shoulder to seal it, trailing his tongue up the side of my neck.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmurs against my skin. “You belong here. You belong withme.”
