night.”
“Someone?”
He hesitated, as if trying to decide what to say. She wasn’t certain how much she wanted to know. “I have...brothers.”
“Okay.”
“They’re older. I’m really just learning stuff. It’s all so new to me.”
She took his hand and squeezed it, urging him to continue.
“Because you and I were...connected before, you’re different from other people. At least to me.”
“Well, I should hope so.”
“It’s because you love me. We’re bound. I can’t control you.”
“Is that bad?”
“Well, I don’t know. I guess it depends on how you look at it.”
She curled into his body and he sat back a little.
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“Strange. Everything’s amplified. I hear better, see better. I’m faster and stronger.” He got quiet for a moment.
“And these brothers. They’re…you know, like you?”
“Yes. We live in a nest. The older ones call it a basement. They’re teaching me.”
“I’m glad you’re not alone.”
He hugged her to him a little tighter.
She pushed him back further into the corner of the sofa and lay on top of him. Looking at his mouth, she touched his lips with her finger. They parted, revealing his fangs and she felt him harden against her body.
“I want to make love to you, but I’m afraid,” she whispered.
“I know. I don’t want to hurt you, but the desire to bite is so strong. You can’t imagine.”
She reached down and touched him over his pants. “Tell me if I should stop.”
He didn’t say anything, so she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Watching his face, she reached inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around him.
He hissed. She stopped. She waited.
“It’s okay,” he said, and she moved her hand again, slowly, carefully, never taking her eyes from his face.
He placed his hand on her wrist and just let it rest there as she stroked him. Suddenly, he gripped her wrist and she stopped. She waited and watched his face.
He loosened his grip on her wrist and she began stroking again. He seemed in control so she sped up a little. A low growl came from him and she stopped again.
“Keep going,” he said hoarsely and he moved her hand again with his.
She went a little faster and gripped a little harder and his eyes rolled back in his head as his head leaned back further. It was strange to see him so still, not breathing at all.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he said.
She didn’t and within a couple more strong strokes, she felt him coming and watched as he bit into his bottom lip, groaning loudly.
Two drops of blood ran down his chin and his neck as she caught his cool semen with her hand.
Almost immediately, he pushed her hand away and wiped his chin and neck as he turned away from her, sitting up a little.
“I’m sorry, that must have looked disgusting,” he said as he kept his hand over his mouth and chin.
“No, it didn’t. It’s not. It’s okay, sweetie. Let me get a washcloth for you.”
She went into the bathroom, washed her hands and wet a cloth with warm water. When she came back to the living room, Derek was just sitting there looking at her with an unreadable look in his eyes – guilt? Regret?
She cleaned his stomach and the palms of his hands, and wiped his chin and neck. There was no evidence of the two puncture wounds in his lower lip.
“These have already healed,” she said.
She set the washcloth on the glass top table beside the sofa and tucked Derek back into his pants. He zipped himself up and pulled her to him, holding her tightly.
“You did good, baby. You didn’t bite me,” she said softly.
“God, I wanted to.”
“We’ll figure this out. It’s new for both of us.”
“Okay.” He kissed her and pulled the afghan over them both. The sound on the TV came up. “Want to watch TV?”
“Sure.”
She didn’t care to watch TV, but thought it might be good to take the focus off Derek for a while. She kept her eyes on the TV, but paid very little attention to what
“Someone?”
He hesitated, as if trying to decide what to say. She wasn’t certain how much she wanted to know. “I have...brothers.”
“Okay.”
“They’re older. I’m really just learning stuff. It’s all so new to me.”
She took his hand and squeezed it, urging him to continue.
“Because you and I were...connected before, you’re different from other people. At least to me.”
“Well, I should hope so.”
“It’s because you love me. We’re bound. I can’t control you.”
“Is that bad?”
“Well, I don’t know. I guess it depends on how you look at it.”
She curled into his body and he sat back a little.
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“Strange. Everything’s amplified. I hear better, see better. I’m faster and stronger.” He got quiet for a moment.
“And these brothers. They’re…you know, like you?”
“Yes. We live in a nest. The older ones call it a basement. They’re teaching me.”
“I’m glad you’re not alone.”
He hugged her to him a little tighter.
She pushed him back further into the corner of the sofa and lay on top of him. Looking at his mouth, she touched his lips with her finger. They parted, revealing his fangs and she felt him harden against her body.
“I want to make love to you, but I’m afraid,” she whispered.
“I know. I don’t want to hurt you, but the desire to bite is so strong. You can’t imagine.”
She reached down and touched him over his pants. “Tell me if I should stop.”
He didn’t say anything, so she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Watching his face, she reached inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around him.
He hissed. She stopped. She waited.
“It’s okay,” he said, and she moved her hand again, slowly, carefully, never taking her eyes from his face.
He placed his hand on her wrist and just let it rest there as she stroked him. Suddenly, he gripped her wrist and she stopped. She waited and watched his face.
He loosened his grip on her wrist and she began stroking again. He seemed in control so she sped up a little. A low growl came from him and she stopped again.
“Keep going,” he said hoarsely and he moved her hand again with his.
She went a little faster and gripped a little harder and his eyes rolled back in his head as his head leaned back further. It was strange to see him so still, not breathing at all.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he said.
She didn’t and within a couple more strong strokes, she felt him coming and watched as he bit into his bottom lip, groaning loudly.
Two drops of blood ran down his chin and his neck as she caught his cool semen with her hand.
Almost immediately, he pushed her hand away and wiped his chin and neck as he turned away from her, sitting up a little.
“I’m sorry, that must have looked disgusting,” he said as he kept his hand over his mouth and chin.
“No, it didn’t. It’s not. It’s okay, sweetie. Let me get a washcloth for you.”
She went into the bathroom, washed her hands and wet a cloth with warm water. When she came back to the living room, Derek was just sitting there looking at her with an unreadable look in his eyes – guilt? Regret?
She cleaned his stomach and the palms of his hands, and wiped his chin and neck. There was no evidence of the two puncture wounds in his lower lip.
“These have already healed,” she said.
She set the washcloth on the glass top table beside the sofa and tucked Derek back into his pants. He zipped himself up and pulled her to him, holding her tightly.
“You did good, baby. You didn’t bite me,” she said softly.
“God, I wanted to.”
“We’ll figure this out. It’s new for both of us.”
“Okay.” He kissed her and pulled the afghan over them both. The sound on the TV came up. “Want to watch TV?”
“Sure.”
She didn’t care to watch TV, but thought it might be good to take the focus off Derek for a while. She kept her eyes on the TV, but paid very little attention to what
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