Dragon Romance: Dragon Fire (Paranormal Shapeshifter Hero Protector Firefighter Romance) (Fantasy Shifter Werewolf BBW Pregnancy Women’s Fiction Short Stories) by Emma Taylor
Authors: Emma Taylor
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room. A few minutes later he returns with two glasses in hand, and Damien following along behind.
“I guess he was already here,” Christopher says with a smirk. “I found him lurking in the other room.”
“Hello, Danielle," Damien says, nodding to me. I manage to squeak out a greeting in response, and my face goes red in embarrassment.We all sit in silence for a moment before I manage to scrounge up the courage to speak.
“So, you are both vampires?” I ask.
“Yes, we are,” Christopher responds, exchanging a glance with Damien in evident amusement. “I hear you’re interested in our world?”
“Yes, very!” I exclaim, sitting up straighter in my seat and leaning forward eagerly. “I have so many questions. You’re supposed to be nothing but fiction, you know.”
“Oh, we’re well aware,” Damien says. “It’s best that we stay beneath the radar, I’m sure you understand.”
“Yes,” I say, nodding. “But you seem nothing like what the stories say. You don’t sleep all day, for one. And you can go out into the sunlight. And it looks like you drink more than just blood?” I gesture towards the glasses of wine they’re both nursing.
“We’re quite like humans, more so than you’d expect,” Christopher says. “The only real difference I would say is the whole blood-drinking bit.”
Damien nods in agreement. He then grins at me, flashing me his fangs, and I feel weak at the knees again.
“I have a question,” Christopher says, breaking the silence that’s settled over us yet again. “Would you mind terribly, if I drank from you tonight as well?”
I stare at him wordlessly for a moment, heart thrumming in my ears. I had only really been anticipating Damien drinking from me, but surely I’ll get the same effect from Christopher as well? He’s a handsome man, I have no objections to the idea of his lips against my neck.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, feeling the blush return. “Of course.”
“Wonderful.” Christopher grins at me. “I’ve heard how much you enjoy it. And you look positively delicious.”
“Oh really?” I attempt to sound seductive and confident, but I fall flat. I’ve never had a problem conversing with men before, but these two put me to shame. I become a stammering, desperate mess in their presence.
Christopher doesn’t waste any time. He rises from his seat and paces over to me, settling down next to me on the couch. He brings a hand up and draws my hair away from my neck, tucking it behind my ear and shoulder. He then bends his face down and brushes his lips across the skin of my neck.
I let out a sigh of pleasure and lean into him, anticipation coursing through me. My eyes flutter shut as he moves his mouth against me, every so often letting his teeth graze my skin. At one point he bites down but doesn’t break the skin, and I gasp aloud. He chuckles.
I open my eyes again to see Damien staring at us. He drinks us in, his eyes wide and dark. Moments later he gets up from his seat as well and paces over, unable to contain himself any longer. He sits on my other side and begins running his hands over my body rather than pressing his lips against me. I’m not sure I could handle it if they both ravished my neck at the same time.
Finally, Christopher sinks his teeth into me. I let out a moan of ecstasy, which is smothered moments later by Damien pressing his lips against mine.
Damien works his tongue into my mouth and I do the same with mine. With his hands he flips up my short skirt as I fumble with the button on his jeans. He rips aside my panties as I free him from his pants. He is already rock-hard with anticipation and wastes not a single moment. As Christopher feeds on me, Damien enters me all at once. I let out a moan at the size of him and pure ecstasy explodes in my mind as Damien thrusts into me. Christopher detaches his bite for the briefest of moments and rips my shirt off over my head. I reach my climax as Christopher runs his tongue up my
“I guess he was already here,” Christopher says with a smirk. “I found him lurking in the other room.”
“Hello, Danielle," Damien says, nodding to me. I manage to squeak out a greeting in response, and my face goes red in embarrassment.We all sit in silence for a moment before I manage to scrounge up the courage to speak.
“So, you are both vampires?” I ask.
“Yes, we are,” Christopher responds, exchanging a glance with Damien in evident amusement. “I hear you’re interested in our world?”
“Yes, very!” I exclaim, sitting up straighter in my seat and leaning forward eagerly. “I have so many questions. You’re supposed to be nothing but fiction, you know.”
“Oh, we’re well aware,” Damien says. “It’s best that we stay beneath the radar, I’m sure you understand.”
“Yes,” I say, nodding. “But you seem nothing like what the stories say. You don’t sleep all day, for one. And you can go out into the sunlight. And it looks like you drink more than just blood?” I gesture towards the glasses of wine they’re both nursing.
“We’re quite like humans, more so than you’d expect,” Christopher says. “The only real difference I would say is the whole blood-drinking bit.”
Damien nods in agreement. He then grins at me, flashing me his fangs, and I feel weak at the knees again.
“I have a question,” Christopher says, breaking the silence that’s settled over us yet again. “Would you mind terribly, if I drank from you tonight as well?”
I stare at him wordlessly for a moment, heart thrumming in my ears. I had only really been anticipating Damien drinking from me, but surely I’ll get the same effect from Christopher as well? He’s a handsome man, I have no objections to the idea of his lips against my neck.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, feeling the blush return. “Of course.”
“Wonderful.” Christopher grins at me. “I’ve heard how much you enjoy it. And you look positively delicious.”
“Oh really?” I attempt to sound seductive and confident, but I fall flat. I’ve never had a problem conversing with men before, but these two put me to shame. I become a stammering, desperate mess in their presence.
Christopher doesn’t waste any time. He rises from his seat and paces over to me, settling down next to me on the couch. He brings a hand up and draws my hair away from my neck, tucking it behind my ear and shoulder. He then bends his face down and brushes his lips across the skin of my neck.
I let out a sigh of pleasure and lean into him, anticipation coursing through me. My eyes flutter shut as he moves his mouth against me, every so often letting his teeth graze my skin. At one point he bites down but doesn’t break the skin, and I gasp aloud. He chuckles.
I open my eyes again to see Damien staring at us. He drinks us in, his eyes wide and dark. Moments later he gets up from his seat as well and paces over, unable to contain himself any longer. He sits on my other side and begins running his hands over my body rather than pressing his lips against me. I’m not sure I could handle it if they both ravished my neck at the same time.
Finally, Christopher sinks his teeth into me. I let out a moan of ecstasy, which is smothered moments later by Damien pressing his lips against mine.
Damien works his tongue into my mouth and I do the same with mine. With his hands he flips up my short skirt as I fumble with the button on his jeans. He rips aside my panties as I free him from his pants. He is already rock-hard with anticipation and wastes not a single moment. As Christopher feeds on me, Damien enters me all at once. I let out a moan at the size of him and pure ecstasy explodes in my mind as Damien thrusts into me. Christopher detaches his bite for the briefest of moments and rips my shirt off over my head. I reach my climax as Christopher runs his tongue up my
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