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Frenzied kisses and wandering hands force you deeper into the couch cushions. Paul's thighs squeeze your hips as he ruts his half-hard cock against you. He's crazed, and you? You're eager. Eager to keep up, eager to please your insatiable vampire boyfriend. You drag your shirt over your chest, revealing the cute, lacy bra you wore, knowing you were getting laid tonight.
It's a perfect night, and you would have sunk into Paul's touch had Dwayne's voice not broken the spell.
"You gotta be careful with her tonight, man."
Paul stops kissing you long enough to shuck off your shirt, but you're still too hazy to make heads or tails of Dwayne's comment. "Huh?"
Marko takes the chance to steal your mouth for himself, and you're quickly distracted by his tongue and forget your other boyfriend's comment.
"Fuck, baby," Paul whines. He kneads your chest, admiring the way the lace clings to them. "Tits so pretty I have to taste 'em."
Marko slips his hand into your panties as Paul latches on to your neck—sucking until he's branded you with a hickey. You whimper into Marko's mouth; your hips arch off the couch.
You can't deny the thrill that races through you when they kiss your neck. You never thought it was sensitive before—not to this extent, but they brought it out in you.
(Maybe it's because they're vampires, or maybe you're easily aroused when you have four sexy men on you at once.)
Four …
"David," you call out.
"David's here," Marko says. "He's just being a buzzkill. Doesn't want in on all the fun."
Paul nips your throat, and you moan.
"Paul," Dwayne warns.
Paul doesn't stop, though. "'M not doing nothin'."
"He's not doin' nothin'," Marko echoes. He pulls away to get a good look at you and presses two fingers against where you need it most. "I can't wait to fuck your mouth, babe."
That makes you blush. "Marko—!"
He swallows your protest with a kiss as he circles your clit.
Should you be concerned?
No—Dwayne is as breathless as the others. He's probably feeling neglected since Marko and Paul have hijacked your attention.
You slip your hand toward Dwayne's, lacing your fingers together with his as Marko teases your sex. You're dragged into the undertow of pleasure. You buck into Marko's hand, so desperate for release that you cry.
Paul groans, dragging his teeth down your neck, "Can't take it. She smells so good."
And then—
—Paul bites you.
Teeth tear into your throat, sharp and deep; your mouth opens in a silent scream.
It's over as soon as it starts. Paul is gone. All of your boys are gone. You're left alone, shaking, gasping, head reeling from what just happened. When you finally get your wits about you, you prop yourself up.
David shoves Paul against the wall, snarling.
Paul's face is different. His baby blue eyes are yellow; his chin is stained with blood. He looks like a beast, but you're not afraid.
"It was an accident," Paul stammers. "I didn't mean to."
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" David shoves him harder. "You could've killed her!"
Your head feels stuffed with cotton, which might explain why you couldn't immediately put two and two together. Something tickles your skin, and you look down, watching rivulets of blood trickle down the valley of your breasts.
"I could rip your throat out for this," David hisses.
You smear the blood with your fingers, spreading it over your skin as you reach for the puncture wounds. You moan.
"You bit me…"
All heads snap toward you. You can practically hear their confusion, that simultaneous, huh? shouted through their bond.
They've never done that before. You thought they weren't interested or that your blood wasn't appetizing enough to tempt them.
You press your fingers against the wound and moan again, smearing the blood down your chest. That feeling when Paul bit you wasn't pain—not the way pain should feel. Instead, it was like lightning. It shot straight to your cut, yanking that coil of need so tight that it snapped.
Your cheeks burn with equal parts embarrassment and awe as you realize the truth. "You bit me and I came."
You're mortified, and yet, you've never been more aroused.
Paul bit you.
He bit you.
And you liked it.
Paul swallows hard, looking less monstrous than before. "I didn't… mean to?"
"... It's okay …"
"It's not 'okay,'" David says, his voice tight. "None of us have fed tonight."
His implication should have frightened you, but it fails miserably.
Your boys are hungry, and they're craving you. That's nearly as arousing as getting bit. You squeeze your thighs together, shyly glancing between the four of them before staring at the floor.
"If you want to drink a little more ..." You trail off, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. "I wouldn't mind."
Dwayne says your name, but he's hanging on by a thread. His warm brown eyes shifted to that bestial yellow; it wouldn't take much for him to change completely.
"Do you even know what you're asking for?" David prods.
You squirm under his gaze. "I do." David narrows his eyes. You know he needs a direct answer, or he'll keep going in circles. "What's the point of having vampire boyfriends if they're not gonna bite me?"
The boys eye each other, engaging in a silent conversation that you're not privy to. David clenches his jaw.
You haven't been together long, but it doesn't matter. "I trust you."
They watch David, waiting for him to make up his mind.
David steps forward.
He kneels, scrutinizing you like he thinks you're lying. He looks for that flicker of fear so he can say I told you so and kick you out. His overprotectiveness makes you feel all fuzzy inside. They care too much for your safety, and that's how you know you want this more than anything.
"Bite me," you beg, "please." You press your bloodstained fingers to his lips. "Drink my blood."
You must have said something right because there's a palpable shift in the air. David blinks, and his blue eyes bleed yellow as he wraps his pretty pink lips around your digits. He wraps a hand around your wrist and forces your fingers deeper into his hungry maw.
The others descend on you silently, eager to claim their place near you. Hands strip you from your jeans and wander below your underwear, playing with your body like it was theirs to toy with.
"You want David to bite you, babe?" Marko teases, nipping the skin behind your ear.
"Yes." You fluster as David drags his tongue between the valley of your fingers, and you can't help but imagine how it would feel elsewhere. He doesn't break eye contact for one second. "I want all of you to."
"All of us?" Dwayne echoes smugly.
"I do." Fuck, you wish your voice were stronger, but how can you think straight when they're touching you like this? "Please."
David turns your wrist over and sinks his teeth into your paper-thin flesh. You drop your head against Paul's chest, gasping. It hurts in the most delicious way possible. That exquisite agony shoots directly to your sex; your pussy gushes. Your panties have to be drenched, the delicate lace ruined by your stupid, masochistic yearning.
David laps at the wound he created, gulping down your blood like he's starving.
"Fuck, you really do like this," Paul moans. "Baby, you're perfect."
"Thank him for biting you," Marko says.
"Thank you!" You smile, eyes glazed over from the intensity of everything. "I-I need more."
Paul drags his tongue between your tits to his mark on your neck, cleaning the mess he created. The wound is sensitive. Every time his tongue moves through the ragged edges, your pussy clenches, and you're all too aware of how empty you are without something to fill you.
Dwayne pulls you sideways, taking advantage of your exposed lower half to kiss and suck your thighs. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin just below your apex before sinking in. This time, you scream. You can't help it. Stars explode before your eyes, but you don't know if it's from pleasure or blood loss. You don't care, either.
A hand moves toward your cunt and strokes you through your ruined panties.
"Look at you," David croons. "You're soaked. You weren't lying about how much you liked this."
Marko snickers, pulling your breast out of the bra. "Someone's a little fang slut."
Tears of pleasure leak down your cheeks, and you laugh. "It feels so good."
You babble, pleading for more, and they give it to you. David tears your underwear off, spreading your pussy with two fingers for Dwayne to ravage your needy hole with his tongue. He licks your puffy clit, prying pleasure out of you like shards of broken glass. The blood loss heightens the sloppy, wet ministrations.
"Oh my—oh my god!"
You can't squirm away; his grip is like iron. David won't let you move, either. He forces your hips down, ensuring you feel every second of Dwayne's glorious torture.
Dwayne abandons your clit in favor of tongue-fucking your cunt, but David refuses to leave it neglected. His thumb circles the nub, slipping under the hood so he can tease your nerves directly.
"Don't stop," you stammer. "Please, I need it—!"
Marko gives you no warning before he bites just above the swell of your breast. It wrecks you. You've never come so hard in your life—the combination of Dwayne's tongue and Marko's fangs hurled you over the edge without warning.
"You're so fucking hot," Marko groans. He spreads the blood with his fingers and licks it off before pressing on the wound once more and starting all over again. "I bet we can train you to come on command."
"Do it," you beg.
"Just think of it." David unbuckles his belt, and you rush to help him. He relinquishes an ounce of control, allowing you to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. "We'll just graze our teeth against you, and your pussy will be drenched."
"I'd do it in public," adds Paul. "And watch her try not to come in front of all those people."
Shit. If you were a little braver or just a little drunker on overstimulation, you might have the strength to voice how appealing their sadistic proposal is. The mere idea of being unable to stop them from giving you an orgasm from a single bite sends shivers down your spine. You're already helpless compared to them as a human, but this? This would make you pathetic: a vampire's plaything.
You want it all and more.
You stroke David faster. His eyes roll back and lips part as he swears softly. His bloodstained fangs wink at you, taunting you with the boys' lurid fantasies.
Marko straddles your chest, his leaky cock inches from your nose. Your mouth water. You start to surge forward, but Dwayne yanks your hips off the couch and into the air, leaving you to balance most of your weight on your shoulders.
Marko takes advantage of your open, gasping mouth and thrusts inside; Dwayne splits your pussy open simultaneously. They stuff you at both ends, demolishing that gnawing hollowness inside your body.
You don't have the mental capacity to think, only moan. Every thrust from Dwayne makes you choke on Marko; Paul ruts against your free hand, maneuvering it into his pants so you can stroke him and David in tandem. You can already tell that Paul won't last long, but he'll be ready for round two by the time the others finish.
"Why don't we start training you now, hmm?" Marko fucks your throat harder, building a brutal pace that Dwayne matched, thrust for thrust.
You can picture it—your limp body, covered in your blood and their semen, still shaking from the overstimulation; barely human, and utterly theirs.
Marko pulls out just long enough for you to give your answer:
"Bite me."