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Love Bites

By: Lioness_Queen



this is my first story so let me know what you think. if i get enough responses i will post the next chapter. Enjoy 

Lioness_Queen



Andreyah 

"I love you" he said as he stared at me with pale bluish- gray eyes, then I awoke.

"Damn" I muttered under my breath. 

This was the fifth time this week. It's always the same dream, those haunting eyes staring at me devoting their love. I wonder if he's my mate but then I push that thought back into the recesses of my mind. I may be part Were but I think the mating thing may have skipped me just like shifting. I look into the mirror as I curl my long honey brown hair. 

"Is it time for another hair cut Andreyah?" my older sister Nella asks me. 

She's flawless of course; she inherited more of our Were ancestors' features. With her slim frame and curves and her long curly brown hair with the black highlights she got for her 17th birthday last month. She also shifts into a beautiful lioness. Her sharp hazel eyes and features add to her beauty. I of course only inherited the hair color. We're like night and day with our features. She's slim while I'm thick and curvy, she has long curly hair while mine is straight and shoulder length. She has the hazel eyes of her lioness while mine are a clear chocolate brown. Our personalities are similar but different. She's crazy and bold with an even temper while, I'm shy with a very quick temper.

"Yes Nella, it is." I reply with a smile.

It was time for a haircut I rarely let my hair grow past my shoulders. I prefer it to my chin with a nice flip. I braced myself for her reply she says the same thing every time. 

As if she read my mind she replies "maybe you could let it grow out this time?"

I refused to look at her because if I did those eyes would convince me to let my hair grow out again.

"Can you please let me get ready for prison in peace Nella" I asked.

"A prison? I can't believe that you still think of high school as prison, once you become a junior or find a special somebody you won't think that way." She raged as she stormed out of my room.

As usual, I should've held my tongue. My mouth is my biggest problem but yet my hugest ally. It starts all my problems and helps me weasel out of them. I looked in my closet and saw my pink tank top that Nella always asks me to wear maybe wearing it will put us back into good terms. I randomly picked out a pair of jeans and my pink and white Nikes. I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling in my stomach like I was being pulled towards something or someone. 

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alecsander

"I'm yours" she said with love and devotion in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I love you" I said. 

Then my alarm buzzed awaking me from my dream. 

"Ugh" I groaned as I rolled over 

It was her, my mate and all I had to recognize her by was chocolate brown eyes. 

"Breakfast is ready sire" my assistant said as she left the room.

"I have to seek mother's advice on this after school today father." I sent out to my father telepathically. He has been the only one helping me find her. He was the one who suggested that my twin sister Aleca I sign up for high school to see if I can find her. The only other aids I have are caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes. I rushed through the house using my amazing speed. Once I was in the kitchen I hugged cook and thanked her for the amazing breakfast that I was sure was waiting for me in the dining room. 

"'Morning father" I stated as I sat down

"You don't look well Sander" my father said with concern

"You wouldn't either father, if you hand a beautiful girl haunting your dreams." I replied with slight sarcasm masking my irritation 

"Sander, that's no way to talk to the king even if you're crown prince." Father exclaimed with false surprise. 

"Sorry father this girl really has me on edge." I said in between bites of cooks famous blood pancakes.

"It's okay son I remember how I was before I finally found your mother." My father said dreamily like he always does when he mentions my mother.

"Umm... I have to get ready for school father." I said as I rushed out of the room.

I was not in the mood for one of his stories of true love and happiness. I walked into my closet and looked for something presentable to wear. After a second of speculation I threw on a red button-down shirt and some skinny jeans and some red and black Air Jordans. At that precise moment I felt a tug and knew that she must have been near. 

"Father, you're a Genius" I said as thanks as I grabbed my book bag and rushed to the bus stop.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Andreyah 

I got dressed and went into Nella's room. She was in the bathroom putting on make-up. I knocked on the door and started looking through her jewelry box.

"Don't you have your own accessories?" she asked me with genuine curiosity.

"No I don't, but I had the strangest impulse to get dolled up today." I shrugged "I guess it's just one of those days."

"Maybe your mate is pulling at you." She half joked "I had that strange impulse right before I met Jason." She declared lovingly.

"Don't joke like that Nells" I said worriedly "just because I've been dreaming about blue eyes and I'm having strange impulses doesn't mean anything. I don't shift like you and Andrey" I finished with less confidence and more worry.

"Yeah you are so right Dreyah. You were put on this earth to never find a mate, put these on." She said sarcastically as she threw some pink and white heart earrings and matching bracelets.

"Do I have to wear the bracelets Nells?" I whined 

"Yes you do if you want to look good for your mate." She declared

"Mate, Twin how could you keep some like that away from me?" My twin Andrey asked like his feeling were really hurt.

"I'm not keeping anything from you Twin; Nells just thinks that my mate is pulling at me." I said my annoyance peaking out.

"Stop fidgeting Dreyah." Nells said. She took it upon herself to flip my hair up.

"Yeah Twin stop moving, Nells is making you look good for your mate." Andrey laughed.

"Put a sock in it Drey, before I shut your mouth permanently!" I exclaimed my temper rising. 

Drey always knew how to bring the worst out of me; I guess that's his way of showing his love for me 

"Oh please, can you two stop before I shut the both of you up." Nells said angrily. 

I forgot how she got when she was in her fashion diva mode. 

When Nells was done with me I was a completely different person. She had my hair into delicate flips, my lips pink and glossy and my eyes lined in black. She made me take my jeans off in exchange for a skirt. After much begging she let me keep my Nikes on, I would give the jeans up but never my Nikes.

"Onward to the bus, my Fair Ladies before we are late." Drey said as we left the house. 

"Do I have to look so girly Nells?" I asked as we walked to the bus stop.

"Yes Dreyah you do; you have to look extra fine for your mate." She retorted.

"Ugh ok." I sighed.

We barely made it to the bus, it was about to pull off as we got to the stop. One of my best friends Jazmyn wasn't on the bus so I chose a nice secluded seat to sit by myself. Before I knew it I drifted off to sleep.

"Excuse me, can I seat here?" a very familiar voice asked. 

I looked up it, "it can't be." I mumbled and I thought I was dreaming again "it's you." I said as I looked into his pale bluish- gray eyes.

Love Bites



Dame Amaranth stalked through the crowd of human cattle, her fangs sharp against her tongue as she looked for a victim. She could smell the blood within them, the rich, red warmth just barely contained within these fragile shells of flesh. Did they know, these brief mortals, what walked alongside them? Could they imagine the eternity of darkness, the unholy appetites that their fingers brushed against? No, they could not see her for what she truly was, could not understand the eternal darkness that was her unlife. They could only see...

They saw a tall girl with obviously-dyed black hair and a light tan, wearing dark clothes and walking through a crowd of fanboys who really should be showering more, that was what they saw. They didn't understand that Darla (the name they saw on her name-tag, since SpecCon didn't let you put "nicknames" on there) wasn't like them. She didn't just play stupid games about fighting dragons and getting magical items, she was engaged in telling a real story with real themes. The mundanes just didn't get real role-playing, not even the mundanes who trekked all the way out to Milwaukee for SpecCon.

To be honest, she really didn't even want to be out looking for victims--too many noobs, or people who didn't understand the rules, or who didn't take the game seriously--but Greg had gone to a lot of trouble, printing up all the little buttons that said, 'I'm a Victim!' and distributing them around the con to anyone who wanted to role-play being taken by a vampire. And he was in charge of the Milwaukee Brotherhood of the Night, so that meant that he could offer bonus experience points to players who came back with 'I'm a Victim!' buttons, collected from their prey. And putting dots in Dominate had started to get really expensive. So Darla--Dame Amaranth--needed to feed.

She scanned the crowd, looking for someone with a button, when she saw the girl. About a foot shorter than Darla, with glasses, long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, milk-white skin of the kind Dame Amaranth would kill for (it wasn't Darla's fault that the only job she could find was as a bike messenger), and...ugh. Tie-dye T-shirt. She was probably going to reek of patchouli oil or something. Still, she didn't want Clan Ventrue's most powerful member to get left behind the curve...she moved through the crowd until she was close to the girl, made eye contact with her, and just for a moment, bared her fangs. (Plaster, but very well-made. Not like Gina, who just bought plastic novelty fangs that made her look like a total dork...) Then, slowly, she moved back through the crowd.

The girl followed. Thank gods. She'd had to deal with so many people who didn't understand that she was using Summon on them; they'd either run away, because "that's what you'd do if you saw a vampire", or they'd walk up to her and start talking right there in the crowd--she'd had one guy just walk up to her and ask, "How did you make those fangs?" She'd confiscated his button on the spot and left. Life was too short to role-play with idiots. But this girl was following along as Darla led her out of the crowd, around a corner or two, and into a secluded spot, well away from the press of people. (The advantages of being a Milwaukee native...when SpecCon rolled around, you always knew one or two spots in the convention center that nobody ever went.)

Darla's eyes flicked down to the girl's name tag for a moment--it was in-character for her to pull the girl's name from her mind--and focused her gaze upon the girl's eyes. "Look deep into my eyes, Jane," she said. "You are getting sleepy..."

Jane laughed.

Darla practically snarled in frustration. What did it take to find competent live-action role-playing partners these days? Wasn't this a role-playing convention? Weren't there supposed to be people here who actually understood what the term meant? Jane might not play the same games she did, but even someone who didn't know Dominate from Presence had to know that when a vampire looked into your eyes and gave you commands, they were hypnotizing you!

Jane must have sensed her irritation, because her facial expression immediately sobered up a bit. "I'm really sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that out there..." she gave a general wave out in the direction of the convention center, but Darla could tell she meant 'real life'. "I'm a professional hypnotherapist. And...sorry, but nobody who's an actual hypnotist ever says, 'Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy.'"

"Oh, really?" Darla knew she sounded snappish and rude, but she didn't like having her role-playing skills called into question by some stupid hippy-chick who'd probably never even played in a LARP. "Well, I'm not an 'actual hypnotist'. I'm a vampire, remember? With dark powers that can enslave the mind."

Jane nodded condescendingly. "Of course you are," she said. "But there are little ways you can make your powers more convincing to your victim. Real hypnotists don't tell people, 'Look into my eyes.' I might suggest that you can focus your attention on my eyes, that you'll find that my eyes provide something nice and relaxing for you to look at while we talk, but I'd never tell you to look into my eyes. When you're watching my eyes, like you're doing right now, that's just because you want to. It's not a command, or a power. It's just easy for you to keep watching my eyes, that's all. You don't want to look away. You could, of course, if you wanted to. But you don't."

Darla listened intently, her irritation melting away. After all, how often was it that you got the chance to learn tips on hypnosis from a real hypnotist? Maybe she could learn how to hypnotize people in real life. That'd put Greg in his place!

"And of course, we never tell people, 'You are getting sleepy'," Jane said in a calm, soothing voice. "That's guaranteed to put people on their guard, make them wary and defensive...and the best way to hypnotize someone is to relax them into it. You don't tell them, 'Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy', you just keep staring into their eyes, like I'm staring into yours right now, and you use words that make them think about relaxation, words that bypass their conscious mind, but words that their subconscious recognizes as cues to go into a deep, heavy, relaxing trance. Words like 'relax'. Words like 'heavy'. Words like 'deep'. Words like 'trance'. Words like 'sleep'."

Darla nodded, trying to absorb every word of Jane's impromptu lesson. This was so fascinating. She couldn't wait to try it out for herself.

"And so, even though every time someone hears, 'Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy', they know they're being hypnotized, I'd never say, 'Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy.' I'd say, 'Darla, your eyelids are starting to feel heavy.' Because that word, 'heavy', it makes you feel sleepy without actually hearing the word 'sleepy', and it brings you down into a deep trance, and these words pass by your mind, because your mind is already beginning to relax, and so when your eyelids become heavy, it just feels so natural, because you're relaxing more and more now, and it's only then, when you're already so relaxed, that I say, 'Look into my eyes, Darla, look deep into my eyes. You are getting sleepy.' Because by now, you know it's true."

Darla nodded again...or at least, she tried to, but her head was kind of hard to lift for some reason, so she just wound up letting it slowly bob forwards and slump down in relaxation. She could still see Jane's eyes that way, though, because Jane was a little shorter. Or at least, she kind of could. Her eyelids kept fluttering, because they were so heavy.

"And because you're so sleepy, Darla," Jane said, taking her hand, "you're happy to just let me help you sit down, so you can relax more...and more..." Jane was gently stroking the back of Darla's hand as she talked, and Darla sighed as she sat down and relaxed more. "And as you get more and more sleepy, more and more relaxed, more and more deeply hypnotized, you can just let those sleepy, heavy eyes close down now and slump down in total relaxation."

Darla let out her breath in an explosive sigh, feeling her muscles go limp and loose. She was learning so much, now, and it felt so good. She felt like she could just relax like this forever.

"Darla," Jane said, "why did you pick me out of the crowd to play with?"

"...because you had a button, and i needed victims..." Jane was stroking her hair now, relaxing her further. "...greg made a rule, we get bonus points for playing with the mundanes..."

"That's what your conscious mind is telling you, Darla. But think back, just a bit, to that crowd. Just let yourself remember a few minutes ago. How many people did you see with buttons like mine?"

"...four..."

"And subconsciously, you picked mine over those others." Jane kept petting her, keeping up the soothing, relaxing touches. "Now, Darla, you're deeply hypnotized, and your subconscious mind can tell you why it chose me. So just go ahead and open your mouth, and let your subconscious speak."

"...because you were cute. i'm bisexual, and i saw you, and part of me was thinking, 'ick, hippy', but underneath that, i could see that you were really attractive, and i was hoping to get laid at the con, so i decided to role-play with you..." Darla heard an almost plaintive quality in her subconscious self's voice. "...because i'm not good at asking women out, i'm too shy, that's why i made Dame Amaranth so powerful at Dominate and Presence, i just want to be able to hypnotize a woman, and say, 'sleep with me', and they'll do it..." Darla listened to herself talk, quietly amazed. She'd never actually made that connection, but now that she realized it, all her characters had been telepaths or mind controllers. "...and i know it doesn't really work that way, but i could pretend it did, because i want to sleep with you..."

Jane kept caressing her, moving her hands down to Darla's shoulders now. "And now I've hypnotized you, Darla. You thought it didn't really work that way, but now you know it does. So if I said, 'sleep with me', you would do it. You wouldn't be able to help yourself. Does your subconscious mind have any objections to that?"

"...no.." Darla felt a pleasant, damp heat between her thighs, and knew that far from having any objections, her subconscious mind was very eager to do exactly that.

"Does your conscious mind have any objections to that?"

"Yes," Darla said, hearing the tone of her voice shift, not quite waking but just becoming a little more aware. "I'm the vampire, you're the victim. You can't hypnotize me, it doesn't work that way."

"Oh, but it does, Darla," Jane said, her hands sliding just a little lower, letting them trace slow, lazy spirals over her breasts. Darla could hear the shift in Jane's voice, becoming less soothing, more commanding. Subconsciously, she knew she'd already given in, was already practically begging for Jane to take her, but she still had enough of Dame Amaranth's pride not to want to submit. "That's exactly how it works. I'm Commanding enough to Dominate you."

Darla recognized the challenge from years of live-action role-playing, the coded language that told her that Jane was attempting to control her will. "I'm Stubborn enough to Resist you," she said, even though those spiraling touches had moved in to the point where they were playing over her aureolae now. Darla couldn't quite remember how she resolved challenges like this under the current rules of the game, her brain was too hazy and foggy to think about it, but years of instinct came to the fore, the simple rules they'd used for so long, and she slowly moved her hand into a fist, and held it up. "Rock," she said.

Jane said, "I have Paper. Paper covers Rock. I'm Commanding enough to Dominate you."

Darla could picture Jane's hand in her mind, flat out like a sheet of paper, covering and surrounding her. "I'm...Stubborn enough...to Resist you..." She wanted to give in, but she didn't want to lose the game, she never liked losing...she made a different gesture, held up a hand that felt like it weighed a ton. "Scissors."

One of Jane's hands moved down between Darla's thighs, the other kept tracing a spiral over her nipples. "I have Rock, Rock smashes Scissors. I'm Commanding enough to Dominate you."

Damn, Darla thought. It was like she was always one step ahead of her. "I'm Stubb...ohhh..." Jane's hand, pressing between her thighs, was almost driving all conscious thought out of her mind. "I'm Stubborn enough to Resissst...ahh..." She could feel Jane's mouth on her neck now, kissing, licking, nibbling. Darla felt like Jane was draining out her resistance with her teeth and lips, like Jane was the vampire and Darla the prey...was that right? It had to be, Darla was the one deeply hypnotized and feeling those tiny sexy nips on her neck, those hands on her body, making her helpless and obedient...she tried one last time, her last retest. "I'm Stubborn enough to...Resissst you..." She held up her hand, barely managing to stretch her limp fingers enough to convey the notion before her arm slumped back down to her side. "...paper..."

Jane moved from Darla's neck to her ear, whispering as she nibbled on Darla's earlobe. "I have Scissors," she whispered, alternating back and forth between Darla's ear and her neck. "Scissors cuts Paper." Darla moaned as the hand between her thighs rubbed faster now, sending all her thoughts away as she melted into pure bliss. "I'm Commanding enough..." Darla's panties were wet now, she was spiraling away into arousal, just about ready to cum in her jeans... "To Dominate you."

"...yes..." Darla gasped out, giving in completely and letting the orgasm take her as she bucked in Jane's arms, melting into a puddle of sexual heat, surrendering and obeying and cumming, cumming so hard...

*****

Greg found her a few hours later, wandering through the dealer's room with a blissed-out smile on her face. She had hickeys all over her neck, and the 'I'm a Victim!' button was pinned to the crotch of her jeans, failing almost totally to obscure the visible damp spot. Greg put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Darla blinked a few times, looked around her. "I, um...I don't want to talk about it," she said, shaking her head quickly to clear it. Inwardly, she grimaced. Greg would have to be the one to find her when she was all vulnerable like this, still half-tranced and looking all...all victimized! Oh, Dame Amaranth would never live this one down, the dark mistress of the realms of the mind hypnotized and bitten by one of the cattle. This would definitely give Ventrue a black eye that she'd spend months repairing.

And all because of that...that stupid Jane and her 'I'm a hypnotist' tricks! She turned away from Greg and stalked off. Jane would be back in her hotel room in an hour or two, Darla thought, not wondering how she knew that or how she knew where Jane's hotel room was. She'd go there, and she'd give her a piece of her ass--mind! She'd give her mind to Jane. Something seemed wrong about the phrasing, there, but she was sure Jane could help her figure it out. Jane was good at explaining things.

THE END



Love Bites



Emily was out for a night with her friends, she was considering taking home one of her friends, Shahna, they had been flirting for a while and it was about time they took it further. Emily is a slim woman with generous curves, porcelain skin and intoxicating blue eyes. She is hot and never short of attention. Emily glanced at the dance floor, where some of her friends including Shahna, were dancing. Shahna was a very pretty brunette about the same height as Emily with blue eyes and a slim womanly figure. Emily let her eyes caress Shahna's body, Shahna's eyes meet Emily's across the room in a mutual devouring of each other. Oh yes, Emily thought, tonight is the night. Emily went to the bar, weaving her way through the crowd and slapping away the drooling male hands as she waited to be served; she ordered and downed a Jager Bomb. She turned to notice Shahna watching her every move, smiled and started to make her way back through the throng of groping men to the dance floor making her way to Shahna. She was almost there when a woman stepped into her path, Emily looked at the woman and was entranced by luminescent green eyes of a sexy blonde woman. 

The blonde woman stared into Emily's eyes captivating her and said, "My name is Allegra and you are going to dance with me." 

Emily looked at the woman before her, long blonde hair, green eyes, perfect white teeth, about 5 foot 4 slim with an amazing body, Emily wondered if she was a swimsuit model, encased in a short black leather skirt and tight black leather top with knee high black leather boots. Looking back into the woman's shinning green eyes Emily knew she couldn't say no, so instead of walking into Shahna's waiting arms, she allowed Allegra to pull her close, and their bodies seemed to melt into one as they moved to the music. Emily knew she shouldn't be doing this, she should be with Shahna but she couldn't drag herself away from the sexy blonde and those entrancing eyes. Allegra's hands were roaming freely all over Emily's body. Emily couldn't believe she was allowing this stranger, even though she is a sexy stranger, free control of her body; Emily grinded her body against Allegra's luscious body as Allegra nibbled at her neck. 

"Come with me, we are going back to my place." Allegra said looking deep into Emily's eyes. 

Emily was surprised to find that she was not just willing to leave with the beautiful stranger but eager. Emily took Allegra's hand and was moving towards the door. 

"Say goodbye to your friends and assure them you will be safe." Allegra ordered in a calm reassuring way. 

Emily reluctantly left Allegra's side to hug her friends and reassure them she would be fine; Shahna kissed her lustfully and said call me later if you change your mind. Emily assured her she would and walked over to Allegra and kissed her passionately. Allegra took her hand and led her to the door. Soon they were in Allegra's sleek, black Ferrari speeding towards the outskirts of town. 

They arrived at a large, dark and foreboding looking house surrounded by a large fence with a locked gate; Allegra entered a code into the computer screen and the gate opened. Allegra drove the Ferrari through and the gate slammed shut immediately. Emily realized she should be scared but she was not. 

Allegra opened the garage door with a remote control and drove the slick black car inside; she appeared at Emily's car door immediately and opened it for her, she helped Emily out of the car and took Emily's hand and led her inside the house. The house was dark and lit only by candles. 

Allegra captured Emily's gaze with her own and said, "Follow me to my dungeon." 

Emily subconsciously knew she should try to escape but instead she obediently followed Allegra to the basement dungeon. Allegra led Emily down the dark stairs, Emily was thinking why am I doing this I shouldn't be doing this but I cant not go with her. Emily's eyes finally adjusted to the dark basement, lit only by candles, she noticed the back brick wall had shackles attached in various spots, in the middle of the large room stood a large wooden post with ropes fastened to the bottom and top, to the left stood a wooden block on legs with cuffs attached to each of the 4 legs, but it was the right wall which scared Emily the most. The right wall had fastened to it whips, paddles, gags, collars, clamps and electrical prods in various sizes; Emily stood Dumbfounded staring at the wall her mouth open in shock. Allegra seemed to appear in front of her out of nowhere, Allegra cupped Emily's chin and kissed her passionately biting her lip as the kiss ended. 

"This way my beauty, we will play with the toys soon." Allegra said looking deep into Emily's eyes. The green eyes flashed at Emily and she followed Allegra to the shackles on the back wall. "Take of your clothes, my pet." 

Emily shed her clothes as if in a trance, her soft porcelain skin exposed to the predatory green eyes, her luscious curves on display were being ravished by Allegra's eyes. What am I doing? Why am I here? Why cant I resist her? 

Allegra looked deeper into Emily's eyes and said "Move against the wall, beautiful." Emily of course obeyed, she moved against the wall and allowed Allegra to shackle her to the wall, legs spread wide and arms fastened above her head. Allegra walked to the wall she selected a flogger with flat leather tails, riding crop, a ball gag, some nipple clamps and a small electric wand; she then moved to the side and pressed a button on the wall. To Emily's surprise the turning wall revealed an array of sex toys; vibrators of varying sizes shapes and textures, dildos, strap ons, double ended dongs, clit ticklers and massagers. Allegra also selected a large vibrator, a long strap on vibrator, and a high powered massager. Allegra placed all her tools on a table beside where Emily was teetered to the wall and allowed Emily her first glimpse on her nakedness as she slowly, deliberately removed her clothes. 

Emily looked at the tools on the table and said, "What are you going to do to me?"

Allegra cupped under Emily's chin and lifted her face so she was looking into her vibrant green eyes again and said, "Don't worry, little one, I am just going to pleasure you to the brink of insanity." Allegra captured Emily's mouth with hers, her tongue invading Emily's mouth and capturing her tongue, nibbling on Emily's bottom lip as she broke the kiss. "I am going to enjoy this little one." Allegra kissed and nibbled on Emily's neck her hands moving to caress Emily's beautiful, firm, full breasts. The full ripe globes with the delicious pink nipples led Allegra to think of strawberries and cream; Allegra licked the pink nipples and thought to herself "they taste better then strawberries and cream", before greedily suckling the nipple into her mouth. The taste had an intoxicating effect on Allegra and she momentarily forgot her plan and feasted on the now erect nipples. 

"Oh god, yes, yes, Oh my god Allegra that feels so good. Suck my nipples babe, bite them. Oh yes. Yes." Emily panted and moaned, clearly enjoying Allegra's talented mouth on her excited nipples.

Allegra incessant tasting of Emily nipples grew in intensity as she sexily scraped her long fingernails over Emily's flat tummy on the path to Emily's liquid center. Emily's panting increased both in frequency and volume as she desperately pulled against her restraints greedily trying to get Allegra's hand into her wetness. Allegra desperate to gain control back pushed her naked body hard against Emily's pushing her back into the wall hard and bit her neck almost drawing blood. Instead of stopping Emily's increasingly feverish desire for Allegra's hand, unexpectedly Allegra's pain inducing bite did not force Emily's submission of control over their mutual pleasure; instead the bite seemed to fuel Emily's desperation and her efforts were now starting to make Allegra lose control. Allegra began grinding her naked body against Emily's, kissing and biting roughly as she forced her way into Emily's cunt. There was no gentleness as Allegra shoved two of her long fingers deep into Emily and began to finger her thumb rubbed against Emily's clit. Their bodies grinding against each other in a fever pitched manner, Allegra took possession of Emily's mouth devouring it, sucking her tongue and biting her lip as she rubbed her own moist kitty against Emily's leg. Forcefully finger fucking Emily to a shattering orgasm seconds before she rubbed her clit to an orgasm against Emily's thigh.

A sated Allegra clung to the now ravished and limp Emily who was held up exclusively by her bindings. Allegra tried to make sense of what happened no woman had ever made her lose control like this before, she was always in control. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the fiery explosion, she mused she definitely had, but this was no way for the mistress of darkness to act. It is time to take control of the situation. Selecting the riding crop from the table Allegra slid the stiff leather end down the side of Emily's face and neck to her breast where she allowed it to come to rest on top of one of the pink, erect nipples.

"Are you ready to lose control, beautiful?" Allegra whispered into Emily's ear as she nibbled on it.

The contented Emily only moaned in response and this was not a good enough response for Allegra.

"I said are you ready to lose control, beautiful?" Allegra said loudly as she slapped Emily's right nipple hard with her riding crop.

"YES!" Emily yelped.

"Yes who?" Allegra demanded.

"Yes mistress," Emily instinctively replied.

"Good little slut," Allegra purred, "Now we must prepare you for your Nirvana."

Allegra collected her own soaked panties and holding them to her face she took a lick before collecting and licking the crotch of Emily's panties.

"Mmmmmm, my new fuck toy tastes good," moaned Allegra, "so tasty."

Allegra stuck the wet panties together rubbing the wetness from each pair of panties into the other before scrunching them into a ball and shoving them into Emily's mouth. "Enjoy your treat princess make sure you suck them clean." Allegra teased before taking the small ball gag and fastening it in place. Stroking Emily's face with her knuckles "you are enjoying that aren't you my sexy toy?" Emily nodded enthusiastically in response. Allegra took the ridding crop and began flicking Emily's nipples; she picked up the flogger in the other hand and flicked it across Emily's thighs. Emily's creamy white thighs were beginning to show red marks from the flogger's tail. Emily attempted to convey her pleasure by moaning thru the tiny panties and ball gag in her mouth. "You like that don't you, naughty little slut?"

Emily moaned some more and nodded enthusiastically. Allegra placed the flogger back on the table and slid the ridding crop from Emily's firm, large breast over her creamy taught stomach and slapped her mound with the riding crop; then she traced the ridding crop up the inside of Emily's thighs slapping the tender smooth skin of the inside of her thighs occasionally. Allegra leaned against Emily body and kissed and bit her neck sliding the riding crop higher until it was against her pussy; Allegra bit into Emily's neck and slapped her juicy wet cunt lips with the riding crop. Emily moaned loudly, with both pleasure and pain, through the panties and the ball gag as the leather of the crop stung not only her swollen pussy lips but also the tip of her engorged clit. Allegra rubbed the leather of the crop all over Emily's kitty lips, flicking them with the leather before parting the lips and sliding the crop up and down her slit. Emily's moans got louder as Allegra rubbed the crop harder and faster over Emily's clit; faster and faster, harder and harder as Emily's orgasm got more powerful Allegra stopped rubbing to slap the clit with her crop then continued rubbing the rough leather over Emily's clit. The waves of Emily's orgasm smashed into her wave after wave as the rough leather grinded and slapped against her clit. Emily drowned in the power of her orgasm and tried to scream through the panties and ball gag to no avail; the more she tried the more she dribbled. Allegra kneeled before Emily as Emily's orgasm reached its peak and spread Emily's swollen pussy lips. Allegra leaned forward and buried her face deep into Emily's pussy sucking and licking her. Allegra took the riding crop and slipped it into Emily and began rubbing it against along the front side Emily's kitty the rough leather stroking her G spot as Allegra sucked and bite her clit. Harder and faster Allegra fucked Emily stroking her riding crop across Emily's G spot as she sucked and nibbled on her clit. Emily felt herself explode into another earth shattering orgasm all over the other girl's pretty face. 

"Oh yes, my sweet little slut taste so good." Allegra moaned her face covered in Emily's juices. "Let's get you down from there and somewhere more comfortable my sexy little slave."

Emily was too sated to move when Allegra undid the shackles holding the pretty dark haired girl to the wall. Allegra carried her to the wooden block and cuffed Emily lying on her stomach over it, legs spread wide for easy access. Allegra selected a harness and large dildo from the bench and fastened them to her trim body; she also selected the flogger, the massager, the nipple clamps and the electric wand. She moved behind Emily and rubbed the strap on dildo along her slit slowly at first before increasing in pace and intensity until Emily started to build to an orgasm; Emily's pussy becoming wet with her natural lube as Emily reached the peak of her orgasm; Allegra thrust into her hard and began fucking her to her next orgasm not allowing her to come down from the previous. Emily's orgasm built to a peak and just as she was coming down from it Allegra picked up the flogger; while still pounding Emily's cunt Allegra started slapping Emily's ass with the flogger. Gently at first but as Emily's orgasm built in intensity so did the intensity of the flogger slapping her ass. Emily's body shattered in ecstasy it felt like it was made out of molten lava she was going crazy, she had never been made to orgasm one after another without a break before. Allegra allowed Emily to come down further from this orgasm as she reached between Emily and the wooden block and clamped each of her nipples and place wand through the clamps. Allegra turned the wand on to intermittent shock and began pistoning the strap on into Emily's cunt again; building her to another mind altering orgasm. Emily was losing it she swore there was fireworks exploding around her as the orgasm she was just coming down from built into another. 

"That's it my dirty little slut, cum hard for me."

Allegra took the massager and turned it on as she placed it against Emily's clit she started pounding the strap on deeper and harder into Emily's cunt than ever before. Allegra flicked a switch on the massager turning it to high as she pounded into Emily. She was driving the vibrator so Deep into Emily, Emily half expected to feel it at the back of her throat; not that Emily was complaining she was in a constant state of Euphoria. Emily shattered hard and continued to shake as her girl cum flooded out of her. As Emily was cuming Allegra pulled out of her and knelt between her legs she bit Emily's clit so hard it bled, Allegra allowed the blood to dribble down the flooded pussy and mix with Emily's cum. Emily didn't feel the bite but she did feel Allegra licking and sucking and drinking from her, when the bleeding stopped Allegra released Emily from the cuffs and carried her upstairs. Instead of taking Emily to the sofa and drinking with her until she recovered before taking her home and never seeing her again Allegra carried Emily upstairs and laid her in her bed before climbing in beside her and whispering in her ear, "you did well little one."

Emily rolled over to face Allegra and said, "thank you that was amazing." Then Emily kissed Allegra deeply. Allegra returned the kiss vehemently before pulling Emily close as she slept.

Allegra laid in her bed the beautiful young woman in her arms perplexed her, why wasn't she treating Emily like her normal blood lust slave? Why was she in her bed now? Why did she want to hold her all night? Allegra started to drift off but her last thought before she fell asleep was Emily is going to be trouble.



Love Bites



The house stood silent as a mausoleum. Nothing inside moved. It was as though the passage of time had suffocated all life with. A grandfather clock stood mute in the hallway and grey lines of dust lined the picture rails and tops of framed photographs that still hung on walls -- reminders of a time when the house echoed with life and captured memories and moments of the family who had known it as home. The front door was ajar, testimony to the careless hurry of the last person to leave it. A shaft of sunlight shone through the gap, creating a band of light that crept lazily across the dust layered linoleum floor as the sun rose higher in the late morning sky. 

The tranquillity of the house languid and seemingly eternal suddenly ended as the front door crashed fully open. Long shadows were thrown along the hallway as two figures filled the entrance. They half stumbled half threw themselves inside, breathing hard, their movements urgent and heedless of the quiet they had disturbed. The taller figure, a man, pushed the door shut behind them, closing it quietly with practised care. The other, a girl, leant against wall, taking deep breathes of musty air. 

Both took several seconds to compose themselves, panting like runners who have just crossed the finish line. The girl spoke first, wiping strands of blonde hair from a forehead sticky with sweat.

'Do you think they're behind us?'

'Don't know, probably. We can't stay here, Aimee. Five minutes and we go, right?' he breathed out slowly then shook his head as though to clear it.

'I can't run anymore. I can't. Do you think this house is empty?' she asked, her voice low.

He shrugged.

'We need to rest before we go,' she said, anxious that he might insist they move on immediately.

He looked at her as though gauging how exhausted she was. 'Okay babe, let's check it out -- but the longer we stay the riskier it is.'

'I know,' she said, relieved at the chance to rest.

He raised the claw hammer that was gripped in his right hand, its head stained with dark matter, and moved towards the nearest doorway. Aimee followed her boyfriend Tommy as he moved stealthily from room to room downstairs. They'd made a noisy entrance and logically anything threatening should have appeared by now. But you never knew.

A cursory look into each room was all that was required. A more detailed inspection could follow if the house was clear. The front living room was empty and the next room, some sort of study area was also clear. There were school text books scattered on the floor, and Aimee could not help but wonder what had happened to the books' owners, knowing that in all likelihood they were dead or worse. Either way she hoped they were not still here. The kitchen provided clues to the dark secrets of the house. There were signs of a struggle. Knives were scattered on the floor and there were dark smears of blood across the fridge and white cupboard units. A black congealed pool was under the table, chairs overturned. Tommy guessed whoever the victim of the struggle was they had sought shelter from their attacker under the table. The attacker was most likely one of their family. Tommy shuddered at the contemplation of the horrific scene that must have happened here, scenes that doubtless had been played out across the whole country.

'What do you think happened?' Aimee asked reading the expression in her lover's face.

Tommy shook his head. 'It doesn't matter. Let's check upstairs.'

They went from room to room upstairs, growing more confident of safety as each place they looked was empty. They finished their search in the largest of the bedrooms. A large opulent four poster bed filled the centre of the room, its covers made as though it were a hotel room awaiting guests. Aimee lay down on it, sighing with pleasure at the comfortable mattress.

Tommy was by the widow peering outside from behind half drawn heavy curtains. The window looked out onto the back garden, was which empty. A six foot fence framed the perimeter, though a gate at the far end hung open. Safe for the moment, Tommy thought. But the place was far from secure. He turned, startled at two thumps sounded behind him. Aimee grinned apologetically from the bed, her trainers lying on the foot of the bed. 'Sorry, my feet are killing me.'

Tired and bedraggled, frightened and vulnerable, but Christ, she looked good on that bed, Tommy thought. He was surprised he could still think such a thought given the torrent of despair flowing though his stressed body and mind. He kept his gaze on her trying to imprint the image forever on his mind. Sadness and self pity tugged at him for the future he would never have.

'What?' Aimee asked, reading concern in his eyes.

'Nothing, c'mon. Give me a hand moving the wardrobe.'

Groaning with reluctance she heaved herself off the bed and helped Tommy push the wardrobe across the door. Tommy stood back appraising the makeshift barricade with a grunt. The wardrobe was heavy. It might hold them for a while.

Aimee sat down on the bed. 'The others?'

'I don't know -- everything was so chaotic. I saw Everett go down, Candice too -- the rest?' he shrugged, then sat beside her. The flight from the flat in Wimbledon had been a desperate affair. Walkers had caught them with their guard down, attacking in the dead of night. It was a miracle Tommy and Aimee had got out. There were dozens of the things. Rotten, decayed and deadly.

Tommy took Aimee's hand in his.

'Do you think we're the only ones who made it?' Aimee asked, her voice small.

'I love you Aimee,' Tommy said looking deep in her eyes.

She frowned sensing something was terribly wrong.

'I'm so sorry, Aimee. I didn't make it either.'

'No,' she said, snatching her hand from his, recoiling at his words - at what they implied. 'No!'

'On my ankle,' he continued gently. 'One of them bit me as we left the flat.'

'No, no, no,' Aimee said in disbelief, tears beginning to cloud her eyes.

'Aimee . . .'

She threw herself at him, fists flailing, raging at truth of his words. He held her tightly barely registering the blows on his back and shoulders. The anger gave way and Aimee sobbed into his shoulder, he felt his own tears come and they both cried as they clutched each other, forlorn and despairing.

The tears ran their course, and Tommy took Aimee by the shoulders, looked into red bleary eyes.

'I can't do it Tommy,' she said. 'I can't make it without you.'

'You have to Aimee. You have to. And not just for us,' he pressed the palm of his hand to the slight bump on her tummy.

Aimee placed her hand on his, protectively over the life that grew inside her.'What will I do?'

'You'll be okay, Aimee, you're strong, stronger than you think.'

'Don't talk anymore, don't. I can't bear it,' she said, leaning forward kissing his cheek, his lips. He tried to pull away, needing to talk to her. There might not be much time. The infection spread fast.

'Aimee, please stop,' he said, turning his head away. Aimee persisted, her hands on his chest her ardour desperate and urgent.

Tommy sensing her hysteria, fearing it would consume him too, slapped her in the face. The sound was violent, loud. It echoed it the room. Aimee pulled back, shock written on her face.

'Aimee, we must talk.' Tommy urged.

'No, no we must not. I won't,' she said adamantly.

Tommy looked at her, fiery, determined and right then he was more proud of her then ever. He pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers their tongues entwining in urgent need, the wave of emotions breaking around them. Aimee's fingers pulled at his t-shirt. He broke the kiss to pull the t-shirt off. Aimee was already unfastening the buttons on her top. They kissed again as though fearful the moment of spontaneous desire might fade, that reality would snuff out the moment, drive them from the refuge of passion. They slowed a little once they were stripped down to their underwear. Aimee, pulled him onto the bed her eyes fixed on his, the smell of their fresh tears a bitter shroud. Aimee bent her hear kissing his face, his neck, his chest, moving downward. She tried to push away the unwelcome realisation this would be the last time they would make love. She remembered the first time, three summers and a thousand years ago, he was seventeen and still a virgin, Aimee a year older in age and several years older in experience. She recalled his nervousness, guiding him through the careful motions of his first time, building his confidence, taking his body and mind to new horizons, peeling away his innocence one layer at a time, her tongue, her fingers, her breasts, her silken wetness opening doors to him that she led him through - never letting go. He'd looked into her eyes seeing only the knowledge and confidence of an experiencing lover, not seeing beyond the veil of emotions to her regret that he was not her first. 

But that was another world, a dream place that could no longer be revisited. Now they existed in the nightmare of dystopian reality - the virus that had consumed the world in just weeks, the dead that walked, and hunted and killed - parasites on the corpse of society.

Aimee reached Tommy's crotch. She hooked her thumbs on the elastic of his underpants then pulled them down, exposing his erection. He raised his knees so she could remove the garment easily, she noticed by accident the bite mark on his ankle, the skin around it discoloured and swollen. She looked away from the unsightly reminder.

Aimee stooped close to the underside of his taut erection, brushed her lips against the soft stretched sensitive skin, inhaled the scent of his sex. She ran her tongue along his shaft from the base of his scrotum to the head of his penis. The taste of his pre-come in her mouth deepened her own arousal. Tommy gasped at the pleasure she bestowed on him. His hands clasped the sides of her face, his hips rising on the bed as she took him fully in her mouth. She began to move her head rhythmically, her wet hungry mouth a surrogate vagina as he thrust himself faster into her. Her fingers moved to his scrotum, massaging his balls, urging the release of his semen into her mouth.

Aimee used her other hand to slip eager fingers under the thin material of her panties, to find her wetness and rub her own growing need. She was giddy with arousal, her labia slick and swollen, slippery to her fingers' touch. She angled her head slightly to take Tommy deeper into her throat, her lips almost able to base of his engorged member. Her eyes met his eyes, half closed and glazed with pleasure. She worked him faster, needing to sate her hunger -- needing his release, to fill her mouth with his essence, feel his love slide down her throat and warm her belly.

The rapid increase in Tommy's breathing indicated he was close to orgasm now.

He cried out her name and his fingers' grip tightened on her face as he came. Thick spurts of warm saltiness flooded Aimee's mouth. She swallowed fast, not wanting any of the creamy effluence to escape her. 'I love you,' Tommy whispered.

Aimee released his ebbing erection from her mouth a smiled at his words, her eyes tinged with sadness. Her hand slid idly down his leg toward the angry red swelling on his ankle.

'Don't,' he said abruptly, stilling her fingers before they reached his wound. 'Maybe this isn't such a good idea. You should go now. Leave me here.'

'I won't' Aimee said defiantly.

'Listen Aimee, I don't want you see me become one of those things, I don't want you to risk your and our baby's life, do you understand?'

Aimee nodded miserably, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

'You know it's for the best now.'

'Okay,' Aimee agreed, her voice small. 'But let me stay a while longer, please.'

Tommy took a deep breath. He knew he should be cruel to be kind, he knew he should insist she leave but the words would not come. He was frightened. He did not want to die alone. He wanted to spend every last precious second with her.

'Okay, but we gotta take precautions. See what clothes are in that wardrobe.'

Puzzled she pulled open the heavy pine door and peered inside. 'Mostly dresses,' she commented.

'Take them out, ones easy to tear.'

Aimee guessed his intentions. 'There are scarves too.'

'Even better. Pass them here.'

Aimee took out several and handed them over.

Tommy lashed the first one around the bottom bedpost and looped it several times over his injured ankle. He winced as he drew the material tight and knotted it. Then taking another scarf repeated the action with his other foot. 'You'll have to do my hands.'

She wanted to make some quip about him giving her kinky orders, but the grim reality of his actual intent silenced such thoughts. Aimee took a scarf in one hand, and hesitated.

'C'mon, Aimee, tie me now or you'll have to go. I won't be a danger to you and our baby.'

Aimee crawled over him. Tommy positioned his hands by the top bedposts and Aimee began tying the first hand securely. As she leant over him her breast brushed her face. Tommy opened his mouth, kissing her tenderly on the soft pink flesh of her nipple. She moved to tie his other hand. Again, he kissed and licked the tip of her breast that hung delectably over his face. Aimee felt the fresh stirrings of arousal. Tommy too was becoming turned on, surprised at his own arousal given the creeping pain that raged in his ankle and lower leg. Aimee finished tying him but remained in her position, allowing him to suckle her more intently. Her need for him inside her grew swiftly, and she moved down over his body, pressing herself against him, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his chest. Feeling his erection against her thighs she moved, spreading her legs, moving her hips into position. She lowered herself so the tip of swollen member teased the outer lips of her labia, that puffy and wet with arousal. Aimee drew her knees up to better control her leverage, then sank down, letting him slide inside her, enveloping his hardness with her slick warm wet cocoon. They gasped in unison at the sensation. Aimee began to make slow gyrations with her hips. This was likely the last time they would make love. She did not want to rush it. She wanted to stretch every second to eternity. She wanted the pleasure of the moment to never end. Tommy arched his hips, needing to be deeper in her. Aimee pressed her breasts against his broad chest, needing his touch there. She wanted him to use his hands. Feel his powerful fingers knead and crush her breasts, but that could not be so now. She raised her hips, so he almost slid out of her, then after a teasing second, dropped back down so he plunged inside her once more. Then she sat back up on him, into a riding position. She began making slow bucking motions falling into a regular rhythm. Tommy gasped at the pleasure as Aimee began to milk his cock, urging him to orgasm. Her movements grew faster her body's need overcoming any intention to make love slowly. Aimee grunted with each thrust. Both their bodies were sheeted with sweat as they fucked harder, faster, driving themselves to the peak of orgasm.

Aimee cried out as she came, and Tommy called her name as he emptied himself inside her. They both tensed in orgasm, before taut muscles and nerves relaxed once more.

Aimee, spent, collapsed on top of him. He was still inside her, and she was pleased. Her head lay on his chest and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat filled her head.

'If I turn, Aimee, you must use the hammer,' he breathed.

'Don't talk,' Aimee pleaded, trailing fingers through his chest hair.

'Promise me, Aimee.'

'I promise.'

Aimee felt him relax on hearing her assurance. She wondered how she would go on without his strength. She pushed the foreboding thoughts from her mind. 'I love you Tommy.'

'I love you Aimee.'

Aimee's eyelids grew heavy. In the afterglow of lovemaking she closed her eyes and drifted into the welcome oblivion of sleep.

Aimee was back in her bedroom, strong sunlight streamed through the window pain, warming her face. Dolls and pony figurines sat neatly on her bedside table, pin ups of boy bands blue tacked to the wall. A yellow vase of chrysanthemums stood on a small table by the window, her mother had helped her cut the stalks and arrange them. From outside she could hear the comforting sound of her father mowing the lawn, and although her window was closed the smell of freshly cut grass wafted into the room. The song of a blackbird perched in the cherry tree outside her window complete the lazy summer afternoon feeling. She lay back on her bed relishing the soft duvet beneath her. She breathed in deeply and fancied she could detect the odour of freshly baking seeping into the room under the door. She could picture her mother downstairs in the kitchen pulling out a tray of home baked current buns, placing them by the open kitchen window to cool. Aimee closed her eyes submerged in the comforting sounds, smells and sensations that are burnt indelibly on every person's memory of home. She was naked and the feeling of the sunlight warming her was lulling her into a doze. Gradually the sound of the lawnmower faded into nothing. She had an inkling that something was wrong but tried to ignore it wanting only to savour the halcyon sensations around her. Through her closed eyelids she noticed it had grown darker as though the sun had been smothered by clouds. It was also noticeably cooler. She turned her head and opened her eyes. With alarm she noticed the chrysanthemums were wilting before her eyes, their bright petals shrinking and turning grey, curling and falling dead from the stalks. Aimee let out a startled cry as something black and feathered crashed against the window pane then fell from view leaving only a bloody smear and a crack where it had hit the window. Her nose wrinkled as the smell of fresh cut grass and home cooking gave way to another smell, sickly sweet and nauseating, the smell of rotting flesh. Aimee suddenly felt terribly afraid. She drew her legs up, hugging herself protectively. She could sense something was coming up the stairs approaching her bedroom door. She looked fearfully at the door. It was close now and the stench of decay was strong, almost making her retch. She wanted to call to her parents, but words died in her throat. She heard the sound of something strike her bedroom door. Then again, as though whoever was there was trying to batter their way in. 

Aimee woke. 

The smell of decay was there as though filtering through from her dream. She listened intently for any sound and was relieved only to hear silence. The smell though had raised the hairs on the back of her neck. She was fully alert. The air was cool on her skin and the room was darker. She wondered how long she had slept.

She lifted her head from Tommy's chest.

'Tommy,' she hissed.

He lay unresponsive. His head was turned away from her, his eyes closed. She decided to let him sleep a little longer. She rose from the bed, and moved to the window, careful not to make herself visible. She sidled to the edge of the window pain, and looking down, gasped at what she saw. On the lawn below they were there, at least a dozen of them - dead rotting figures, shuffling toward the house, drawn by the scent of warm living human flesh. Aimee stifled a cry.

'Tommy!' she hissed as loud as she dared.

Tommy remained still and oblivious. Then as though in unbidden response, she heard a crash against the door. It was the sound in her dream that had woken her. Though now, this was no dream. It came again, an urgent angry sound. Aimee's stomach flipped, a primeval sensation of fear -- a realisation of imminent mortal danger.

'Tommy!' she cried, this time shaking his shoulder.

Tommy's head turned to face her. His eyes opened. Aimee screamed.

Tommy had turned. 





Love Bites



Cold glazed lifeless eyes focused on her terrified features. She stooped and picked up the claw hammer raised it above Tommy's head. Her vision blurred with tears.

'Oh God, Tommy, I can't. I can't.'

The hammer dropped uselessly to the floor. 

Tommy's face was impassive as though she was a complete stranger, her actions irrelevant. The pounding on the door increased to a rapid tattoo, a sound that suggested there was more than one of the dead things trying to get in. Terror flooded Aimee's mind. She was trapped. She backed into the far corner of the room, squatting down into a foetal position, one hand protectively covering her belly were beneath life grew inside her. She tried to push back the rising tide of hysteria and panic that was filling her mind. The swarm mentality of the dead things meant that there might be a dozen or more outside the door. There could be no escape that way. She went to the window again hoping the others might have gone into the house leaving the garden empty, giving her a chance to jump out the window and make a run for it. Her heart sank, as far from being empty there were even more of them there now. Yet more were streaming through the gate, shuffling, limping, lurching to seal her fate.

She wiped tears from her eyes, looking down at Tommy. He watched her silently, without expression. There was a rattle deep within his throat and he strained at the bonds that held him spread-eagled on the bed.

'What do I do Tommy?' she whined, panic stricken.

She closed her eyes trying to think. The sound of pounding was a now a cacophony as many fists rained on the door. It could take hours, maybe even a day, but eventually they would get in. They would swarm over her, ripping and tearing her with teeth and fingers. She would not die like that. She would not let them touch her with their filthy rotten bodies. She knew before they got in she must be dead. All the choices in her life had now shrunk down to the elemental choice of how to die, for the end was now upon her. She looked at Tommy and suddenly her head cleared. The fear ebbed away, for Aimee realised what she must do.

She climbed onto the bed, hands and knees either side of Tommy's body, her face inches from his.

'I'm sorry, Tommy. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I let our baby down. I should have left when you said.'

Tommy inclined his head slightly and Aimee wondered if somewhere deep down he understood her.

'They're all around the house now, they're trying to get in. They want me and our baby but I won't let them touch us. I need you to make sure they don't touch us. We belong to you - me and our baby.'

As she spoke moved down his body. She began to untie his feet.

'I realise now how tired I am of running, or being afraid all the time. This is no world to bring a baby into.'

Both his feet were free now. He flexed his legs as though trying them out for the first time.

She reached to untie his hands. Her breast hung inches from his face and he slowly opened his mouth, saliva dripping from his lips, he craned his neck, lifting his head to reach her breast, but not quite being able to reach. Aimee noted his attempt. 'Not long now love, I know you need me. I'm here for you Tommy. We both are.'

One hand was free. Tommy looped it around her torso to pull her close. She resisted, as she struggled to untie his other hand. 'Almost there darling, we're almost there.'

Tommy was making a low groaning noise, it reminded Aimee of the mewling sound a dog makes as its owner teases it with some tasty morsel of food.

The scarf came loose. Tommy was free.

The pounding at the door was at fever pitch now, accompanied by a low animalistic moaning sound.

Aimee felt Tommy rise beneath her, his arms close about her. She pulled herself to one side and he followed the movement, so they rolled on the bed and Tommy now lay on top, his heavy body pinioning her to the bed.

The relentless pounding at the door went on but Aimee was oblivious of it, as if it were a thousand miles away. There was only her and Tommy, and within her a small life.

She looked into Tommy's lifeless eyes, saw the hunger there. Keeping eye contact she angled her head slightly fully exposing her neck.

'I love you Tommy.'

Tommy stooped his head, the maw of his mouth opening wide as he took Aimee's throat between his teeth.

Aimee gasped and her body tensed as pain shot through her. She heard the crunch as Tommy bit through skin flesh and tendons. She heard the jet of blood as her jugular artery was ripped. She was aware of one of Tommy's hands claw at her belly, hard fingers seeking to penetrate her stomach, digging in deeply, using nails to cut a way in to her innards. Pain flooded her body electrifying her mind. She had expected instantaneous death, instead her senses seemed heighted and fully conscious to her slaughter. Tommy's fingers broke through skin and his hand slipped into her stomach as he continued to rip and chew through her neck. He pulled out slippery blue coils of her intestines that steamed in the cool air. The coppery stench of blood filled the room. Aimee was finding it impossible to breath. The end was near. She was glad. She knew that in the coming hours Tommy would consume her, strip the flesh from her bones, devour her innards, swallow the small life they had created together, crack her skull open and feast on her brains. There would be nothing left for the filthy decaying things that would eventually break into the room. She and her baby would be inside Tommy. She hoped there was an afterlife and she would soon be with Tommy's spirit, to spend eternity with him -- never to be apart again.

Aimee could feel Tommy's hand deep inside her, reaching up. His fingers clenched around her heart and pulled hard to tear the organ from its arteries. Aimee felt a terrible tugging in her chest then as the light faded and death closed around her there was no more pain. She felt a warm floating sensation, a serene joyfulness. The last image she saw was Tommy, sitting up on her torn ravaged body, his face and torso sheeted with her blood, her still beating heart in his hand as he raised it to his mouth and bit into it.



Love Bites



I met Alistair in a 24-hour supermarket, at about 2:00 AM in the produce department. He was holding a Granny Smith apple, smelling it, but his eyes were on me. He kept watching me and I did my best to ignore him but honestly, he was fucking gorgeous, like a wolf, or better yet, a panther, with his gleaming black hair and eyes as dark as onyx. He smelled like the earth of the forest, mossy and rich with the faintest hint of decay. His skin seemed cold and almost translucent. Everywhere I went in the deserted store, he was there, baring his teeth at me in what was supposed to be a grin.

Alistair commandeered my shopping cart and headed towards the checkout. When the goth looking cashier ogled him, I inexplicably wanted to jump over the conveyor belt and choke her but a placating glance and wink from him held me back. 

"You'll have me all to yourself soon enough," he crooned, although his lips never moved. 

He tossed some bills at the cashier and we left without waiting for change. I didn't question the fact that he walked unerringly to my car, I didn't have the will to question anything. When he stretched his hand out for my keys, I mutely turned them over and obediently took my place in the passenger seat.

Alistair started the car, revving the four-cylinder engine a couple of times then turned to me, reaching out to skim a long, sharp, pointed nail along my jaw and down my neck, pressing it lightly into the hollow of my throat. 

"You're truly not scared of me," he observed, and his actual voice was like the ocean, beautiful, deep and endless. 

"Why should I be?" I asked, leaning into his touch, making it dig in more profoundly.

He smiled and turned his attention back to driving. 

"I can't wait to show you."

I can't recall where Alistair's house is. All I remember is one of those bland, nondescript neighborhoods that are like a maze of cookie-cutter structures. It was also the middle of the night and my imagination was too full of scenarios of what he had planned for me to notice much of anything else.

Spartan is too nice a word for what the interior of his house looked like. And it was definitely a house rather than a home. There was barely any furniture on the main floor and everything was dark and covered in thick layers of dust but we only just passed through there long enough for Alistair to deposit his apples on the kitchen counter. He grabbed my upper arm in a bruising grip and pushed me ahead of him up the stairs and down the hallway past a couple of open doors, a gloomy bathroom and bedrooms with nothing but bare mattresses occupying them.

His bedroom looked only slightly more inhabited. His untidy bed was huge and covered with dull black sheets. 

"Good for concealing stains," he'd said, his voice laced with humor. Before I could even reply, he'd stripped me of my clothes, his razor sharp nails slicing through the fabric, and shoved me down on my back onto the bed. He crawled over me like the wild predator he'd reminded me of earlier and leaned down to speak in my ear. 

"Scared yet?"

I smiled and shivered as Alistair's head dipped lower, his cool lips a hair's breadth away from my skin. His long nailed hands were almost talon-like in their appearance, his touch surprisingly gentle for the strength that I knew he possessed, unnatural, superhuman strength. 

"You know I'm not. I... I want you," I choked, as a moan cut off my words, my face flushing crimson at the admission.

"You crave the touch of a monster, but not that of boys your own age?" 

To be honest, I should have feared him, this unholy, godless creature, touching me as no man ever had before, making my breath accelerate and my pulse race. But I didn't. Instead, I welcomed it, reveled in his hands touching me, so cold against my heated skin. Would he kill me? Would he make me scream in pleasure for the very last time?

"Shhh," he cooed soothingly. "I didn't save you just to kill you," he answered my silent question, his hand moving to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against one puckered nipple. He almost seemed to be unnecessarily restraining himself.

"Then why did you?" I asked, quizzically searching his handsome, mesmerizing face. I raised a shaking hand to brush an unruly lock of hair off his forehead. Midnight black with flickering blue highlights, it was like silk beneath my fingers. In wonder, I traced his eyebrows, ran my fingertips down his nose and over his lips, almost as though to convince myself that he was truly real. 

"It was your smell. God, it was like a drug. Soft and feminine, like a fruit, sweet, ripe and plump, ready to be sampled," he spoke, his voice weaving a spell of seduction.

"I've watched you for weeks. You read by candle light every night, you love to bake cookies before bed. Your bath is scented with lavender oil and rose water. You dance barefoot in thunderstorms. You exude purity and happiness in everything you do."

I knew I should have felt angry at this violation of privacy. He had spied on me in my own home, the one place where I was most vulnerable and my guard was down. But surprisingly, I wasn't.

His eyes were hypnotizing as he lowered his lips to my ear, whispering dark promises of sensual delight.

"Hmm," he said out loud, cool lips trailing slowly down my neck, fangs lengthening of their own volition over my throbbing jugular, nicking the delicate skin before sinking his teeth in deep. Blood welled immediately to the surface. His tongue snaked out, cold, wet, and rough, to lap sensuously at the liquid vitality. I gasped even as he growled, his body vibrating with the sound.

"Innocence. I can taste it in your blood. All chastity and goodness," he purred, his nose nuzzling behind my ear. My body shuddered at the implications of his words, their dark, seductive tone almost as erotic as his actions. 

The pain and abruptness of the bite admittedly did frighten me for a brief moment. There is no other pain I can compare to being bitten by Alistair. I fought against it as much as I could, which was hardly at all. He had me pinned beneath him like a prized butterfly and perversely, it aroused me like nothing ever had before. I knew there was a jagged wound instead of the neat tooth holes you see in the movies. He ravaged me silently but I could hear his laughter infiltrating my head. He had the first of many things he wanted from me, my heart racing with fear and excitement, pumping hot blood through my veins so that it nearly gushed into his anticipating mouth.

The agony of the bite subsided along with the surprise and the feeling of helplessness was soon replaced with an actual burning desire, fanned to an inferno by Alistair's lips and tongue working against my throat and the sounds of him gulping me down. When my hand found its way into his hair to hold him against me, he stopped and stood up, leaving me whimpering and writhing on the bed with need.

In a blur of motion, he was naked and standing over me, cinching my wrists together with his belt and securing it to the headboard. 

"You know you don't need to do that," I said, my eyes on him. 

His pale body was speckled with black hair and just muscular enough to look great in clothes and amazing out of them. His cock was like fine marble etched with blue veins and looked just as hard, straining towards his navel. 

Alistair smiled and his teeth flashed white, starkly contrasting against the blood smearing the lower half of his face. 

"Oh, I know. I just like the way it looks. And besides, you want me to." He swiped a finger across his dripping lips and sucked it clean.

I did. I wanted whatever Alistair wanted, no matter what it was. 

What he wanted right then was to knee my thighs apart and enter me with one hard thrust. It was a good thing I'd gotten wet the moment he had touched me in the car. I had gotten even more wet thinking that he probably wouldn't have cared if I wasn't. When had I become so twisted? 

"I'm Alistair, by the way."

I giggled at the absurdity of his introduction in the midst of fucking me blind and then hissed and bucked beneath him as he nipped at my nipples and lapped at the blood beading there. He grasped my arms for leverage, making the belt dig into my wrists with each crash of his hips against mine and somehow, that small level of discomfort intensified my pleasure. I couldn't speak in agreement, could barely even think straight but I wrapped my legs around Alistair and worked myself along the length of his cock and that was answer enough. 

I was getting close so of course, he stopped, sliding down my body and resting between my legs. He smiled at my attempts to shove my pussy against his mouth. 

"Be still." He dug his nails into my hips for emphasis and then licked away the spots of blood that welled up in their wake as I moaned and wriggled beneath him. 

"Oh, how I like this game!" He pricked my belly and curled his tongue out to collect the drops, watching me, savoring my reaction. He kept doing it, going lower, marking my hips and thighs and then temporarily alleviating the pain. 

He held a single finger over my pussy and I nearly came. 

"Alistair, please," I begged. He was so right about me. 

"Just kidding," he said with a laugh and then he went down on me. His fangs on my most tender skin were a constant danger that propelled me higher and higher. 

"Oh God, do it." I looked down my body at him, seeing his eyes glow red with sinful satisfaction at my silent pleas. He captured my clit between his teeth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and I came with a cry, which changed to a scream when he turned his head and clamped down on my thigh, drinking thirstily as I floated back down to earth. 

I lay there as Alistair freed my wrists, limp as a rag doll and sucking wind like I'd just sprinted a mile. I hurt all over, like I had dozens of inflicted paper cuts and someone had poured salt water on me. The coppery tang of blood was so thick in the air I could taste it. I pried my eyes open when he sat on the bed next to me and I admired his perfect back in the dim light. I noticed he wasn't breathing heavily and hadn't broken a sweat and then I wondered if either was even physically possible for him.

"Did you even come?" I asked, reaching out to touch him but then thought better of it.

His hand shot out and caught mine, yanking me close. 

"I could fuck you for days and never be satisfied." He smiled at the images in my mind and shook his head, smirking. 

"It's like gorging on food and always being hungry. Blood is the only thing that matters now. Now go to sleep before I drain you dry."

I don't remember driving home but I woke up in my own bed, alone. Memories of my strange night came flooding back and I jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror to examine my body. Underneath the smeared blood, there wasn't a mark on me except for one perfect bite wound on my inner thigh. I fingered it and hoped it was much more than just a souvenir.



Love Bites



for my kitty

* * * * *

You're laying on the edge of the bed, with your legs dangling out into space, parted so as to expose your beautiful pussy for me, with its wonderful plump lips, and a small tuft of black curls. I kneel on the floor before you, my hands gliding up along your legs, rubbing over your knee and thighs, getting you to open them wider for me. Your breath catches as I lower my mouth to your pussy, and kiss you there, drawing in your warmth and the wonderful womanly scent. My tongue extends, sliding lazily over your folds, and then between them, tasting you. You're already starting to get wet, and my lapping only hastens it. As my tongue finds your sensitive areas, and plunges in and out of you, teasing the walls of your cunt, ignoring your clit completely, you begin to wiggle and shift, trying to direct me to it. I smile up at you, give it a couple licks, and then go back to licking your slit. Your breaths start coming faster, harsher, intercut with little moans and mewls, your body begging me for release. I love the power I have over you, how I can play your pussy like a fine instrument. 

Instead of letting you cum, I move up your body, kissing my way along your belly and breasts, your shoulders, and neck, and then your mouth. I kiss you deeply, my mouth tasting of your juices, my tongue sneaking past your lips. I press the length of my body against yours, stretched out over you, covering you. I continue kissing you, your chin and neck, sucking on the lobe of your ear. My breath is warm on your ear as I whisper, "You're my little kitty slut. Meow and purr for me."

You let my words sink in, loving the effect they have on you. With my body claiming yours, covering every bit of you, you feel so small and sexy, my little kitty, my slut. You wiggle against me, feeling your nipples rub against my hairy chest, and let out a soft, tentative meow. You feel a little silly doing it, but my hand slides between our bodies, rubbing the lips of your pussy, teasing out your clit, and you begin to meow and purr more insistently. You arch your back, pushing up against me, spreading your legs for me, tilting your head up, meowing passionately. I lick along your neck, as my fingers enter you, begin plunging in and out of you, and my thumb rolls lazily over your clit. Soon your pussy is flowing with juices, and my fingers are soaked. I bring them up and rub your nipples, then begin sucking on the nubs, delighting in your shivers.

You feel my hard cock resting against your stomach, its swollen head leaking fluid. You reach down, and take it in your hand. It's so hot, and hard, the soft skin pulled taught. I lift up a bit, and whisper in your ear, "Put it in."

We have to adjust our positions, but you manage to lift yourself up, and impale yourself on my hard cock. It slips inside your wet folds, it's thickness making you shudder as it pushes along your walls. Finally it sinks all the way in, and you begin riding it, your hips moving up and down on my cock. I let you do this a couple times, and then I grab your hands, and hold your arms over your head. You bite your lip as I begin controlling the momentum. A couple times I enter you harder or faster than you'd like, but the pain makes you even wetter, because I am claiming you, making you my little kitty slut. I draw my cock out slowly, letting you feel every inch of it, until only the swollen head remains embedded in you, then I sink back into you, all the way on one thrust. I'm pistoning into you, my buttocks clenching. Oh how you want to reach down, and feel them as they flex, rub the small of my back, hold me tightly as I thrust into you, but I have your hands trapped over your head, and all you can do is moan and meow.

You scream out when I bite you. It's totally unexpected, slashing through the heavy fog of pleasure that had enfolded your mind. The pain is intense. I've bitten you on the neck, and hold your flesh between my teeth, pulling on it. You whimper in pain and total submission. My cock doesn't even pause. It continues plunging into you with its steady rhythm as you spasm and clench against me. When I finally let you go, you're bleeding. I've torn the skin, and a trickle of blood flows across your shoulder. The sweat of your neck, the night air, and blood sting as it touches the raw edges of the bite, and tears are falling across your cheeks. I lick the wound, lapping up your blood, and it feels so good, my cock thrusting into you, rubbing your clit, my tongue on your neck, the sharp pain. Your mind is overwhelmed with all the senses, and you feel yourself approaching your climax. You beg me to let you cum, and for several long moments, I don't say anything, I just continue thrusting into you, and licking your wound. Your pleadings become more urgent as your orgasm nears. 

What will happen if you cum without permission? Normally it wouldn't be an issue, but you don't think you can hold back. Every time you try to, the mixed pain-pleasure from the wound spears through your brain as I lick you, or my thickness claims a new spot in your pussy. Oh you want to cum, so bad, there's such an ache inside you, you need to cum, with every part of your body - and then you hear the words, "Yes, cum for me, my kitty slut." And your pussy spasms against my cock. The muscles in your stomach clench and release, the fire spills out, and you are cumming. You grind yourself up onto me, trying to burry my cock deeper inside you, to feel full as it overtakes you. You're panting, breathless, your soul aglow with pleasure. We lay for a couple moments, in stillness, as you recover from such intense pleasure. Then, when I see your eyes flutter open, I smile at you, and kiss your nose. Then I pull out of you. You feel an emptiness rush in as my shaft withdraws, and you want to keep me there, keep that connection there forever, joined at the hips, but it's not to be. 

I lay on my back, releasing your hands, and stroke my cock a couple times, feeling your slick juices coat it. It looks so lovely. Thick and brown, the vein on the side engorged with blood, dripping with your body's lubricant. I smile at you again, and say only, "Suck me." You blush with the excitement of submission, being your Master's little cock-slut, offering up your mouth for the sake of my pleasure, with no return of your own, save in the pleasure you receive by pleasing me. We both know that is the greatest pleasure for you anyway. You climb over to me, lowering your mouth to my shaft, your warmth and wetness overtaking me. Your taste is very strong on my cock, and you swirl your tongue around the head and shaft to get every drop of it. 

You go down part-way, sucking in your cheeks to graze the sensitive glans of my cock. Then you draw it out, keeping the head in, your tongue tracing the ridged underside beneath the cap. You let my cock slide all the way out of your mouth, and then give a bunch of licks and nibbles and kisses to the shaft, before taking me inside again. This time you take me all the way into your mouth, my cock brushing against the back of your throat. When you let me out and take me in again more shallowly, that's when I cum. Without notice, or hint, or anything. You're surprised by it, and begin to sputter, almost choking as copious amounts of semen spill out, but you're a well-trained kitty, and relax, swallowing all of it, not letting a drop fall out. 

My arm goes around your shoulder, and I hug you lovingly. I tell you a number of sweet things, but you're only partially listening, my soft cock still in your mouth, your pussy warm in the pleasurable afterglow of coitus, your neck stinging, but no longer painful, secure in my arms, content, happy, absolutely certain of your place as my kitty. You purr, and smile up at me. I hug you tighter, and smile back. Then I say, "Get me hard again, pet. I'm going to fuck your ass now." 



Love Bites



Clint couldn’t help but grind against her hips harder with every thumping note as they danced in the thickly hot club. She turned around so that her back was against his chest as she swayed her curvy hips from side to side against his growing erection. Her waist length loosely curled hair was a beautiful red, not a red found in any store, and was damp at the roots from sweating and her pouring water over her head earlier that night. Her skin was a very pail color, she looked like a china doll, and the color and soft skin was a perfect canvas for her beautiful tattoos. She had a beautiful moon behind her right ear, a tribal version of a music note on her right calf, a gash with part of her spine showing on her lower back in the middle, the rag doll on the Issues cover from Korn on her left foot, a small tribal dragon on her right palm, and a dream catcher on her left forearm. She had two left eyebrow rings, one right eyebrow stud, two hoops on the right side of her lower lip, two cartilage hoops on either ear, her normal earring holes had been stretched to fit a pencil through and held a silver plug that was open in the middle, she had a small silver hoop on her navel and from Clint could tell thanks to the very thin black and bright pink tank top she had her nipples pierced as well. 

Clint had seen her earlier that night sitting in a booth in the back of the club. Her hair draped over her left shoulder, her piercing gray eyes were lined with a thick black eye liner and her long lashes were curved up and tick with black and red tips. Her pouty, black glossy lips parted slightly to let thick smoke roll out of her mouth. Her long black nails tapped lightly on the table as she sat, crossed legged and tempting on her seat. Clint smiled and walked up to her and extended his hand to her. She smiled softly up at him. His long dark hair hung in his face lightly, his veins showing in the slightest as his hand gripped hers. They chatted a bit then decided to dance; Clint gave her a quick and sly glance up and down. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt with thigh high bright pink fishnets. She wore black high heels with ankle straps and a black garter belt that was visible when she would move a certain way. 

Clint couldn’t help be groan when she rubbed her body down his and was now crouching down with her back to his front. She raised her perfectly plump backside up, rubbing it against his growing hot monster, and then flipped her hair back as she slowly stood straight. Clint rubbed his hand from her lower back to her hip and then to her inner thigh. He was a bit shocked to feel how wet she was. She rolled her head back onto his shoulder and moaned lightly as his large hand brushed her soaked panties. 

She turned herself around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he held onto her backside. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his waist as she rolled her body back, bending backwards and the rising again. The song soon ended and now a very hot and bothered Clint stumbled out of the club and to his car with the young woman lightly nibbling on his neck and earlobe. Her hands ran down his chest and to his pants as he fumbled with his keys. She grinned as he yelped lightly at the feel of her cold fingers gripping the hot flesh that was hanging between his legs. Finally he got the car door unlocked and opened. She crawled in and smiled at him as he shut the door. She reached over and unlocked his. She waited as he took his time to calm down while he walked around the car to his side. As Clint opened the door she hung up her cell phone and smiled at him. He was shocked yet very aroused by her proposal of her friend joining them. Clint smiled at how kinky she was and slowly slipped his hand between her legs. She grinned and unbuckled herself, thankful that he owned an SUV; she kneeled between the seats and rubbed the enlarged muscle between his legs. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She smiled as she took out his piece and admired it. It’s flush wet cut head, the long hard shaft ridged slightly with veins. She slipped her hand under the fabric of his boxers and cupped his soft balls, rolling them in her hand lightly as she closed her mouth over the inch wide head of his hot meat. Clint moaned loudly as he tongue snaked down his pillar of flesh, revealing the feel of three tongue studs in a row across her soft tongue. 

Clint tried his hardest to pay attention to the road as she bobbed her head over his lap. Her sensually husky voice crept up to his ear with a question if he wanted to cum in her mouth. The sound of her voice mixed with such a dirty question sent him over the edge, his leg shook and his balls tightened as a creamy white liquid spurted from his hot prick. She lapped it up quickly as to not spill a single drop of the warm salty seed. 

Finally they pulled up to Clint’s apartment, Clint with a newly growing erection. He rushed over to her side and opened the door just as she was placing a small mint on her tongue. She smiled at him and got out of the car. They walked up the stairs touching each other and kissing each other’s mouths deeply. She had a way with him that made him weak in the knees. She whispered things in his ear that he only read in smut magazines. She purred in his ear how it has always been a fantasy of hers to be taken from behind in a public place. She winked and glided her tongue over her full lip. Clint grinned at her and tugged lightly at her tank top. She smiled as they started up the stairs that led to his modest apartment. As they walked she got daring and pulled her top up over her head. Clint swallowed hard at the sight of her undressing in the very open stairway of his apartment building that was adorned with many windows and placed on one of the most trafficked streets. Clint once again fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door quickly to let the couple inside before she was completely nude. She smiled and dropped her stuff at his doorway and turned her back to him. She unzipped the back closer of her mini skirt and bent over as she slid the fitted skirt down her soft thighs and then down to the floor. She kicked it into the pile in front of his door and grinned. Now standing in her black lacey bra, matching thong panties, garter belt, thigh high stockings and heels she run her fingers through her long hair and smiled. She walked over to Clint, swaying her hips lightly with each step. She leaned against the doorframe as his shaking hand tried to find the right key. She tangled her fingers in his long hair and took his free hand in hers. She pushed it under the dampened fabric and let his fingers run across her smooth wet lips of her woman hood. Clint sighed, a mixture of relief and ecstasy. 

Once inside the apartment Clint slammed his new mistress against the wall harshly and kissed her lips. He violently ripped her bra open and sucked on her nipples. She scrapped his long nails along his scalp and tangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled back harshly and grinned. She purred like a kitten feeding from its mother as she pulled Clint over to the bed in the opened lofty apartment. Clint nearly ripped his clothes off when she hissed seductively to strip. She giggled lightly and made him slow down as she sat on the edge of his large and high set bed. She spread her long smooth legs wide and pushed the damn near soaking fabric of her panties to the side. Her pink tight lips glistened with her excitement; Clint saw a small line of soft trimmed hair above the inviting slit. She ran her fingers along the lips and spread them out wider as she slipped her middle finger deep inside and sighed. Clint stood naked in front of her and started to stroke himself now that he was at full attention again. She nodded him over to the bed and lifted her legs to spread herself wider. Clint spread her lips again and slowly pushed his engorged member deep inside the tight hot spot. She sighed as he slowly pulled out, to the point where only his head was still buried in the folds of her velvety woman hood before he quickly and roughly slammed himself deep inside of her. His quick and harsh strokes shook her whole body causing her full C-cup breasts to jiggle. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her body, her long legs up high by her chest, her firm breasts adorned with silver hoops. Clint nearly fell from weak knees as she cried out for him to take her from her backside. He pulled out and let her get up; she stood on the floor and bend down and grabbed her ankles. 

He gripped her mouth watering buttocks with his hands and spread her cheeks. He slipped his fingers down between her thighs and wet them with her juices that were over flowing and running down her legs now. He slipped one finger into her awaiting anus before slipping two, then three. When she was fully worked up and wet, he slowly slipped his feverish head into her. She let out a small whimper but it soon turned into a moan as he slipped all six inches into her. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back inside, once he could move in and out of her slowly but at a steady pace he became daring. He gripped one side with his hand to make it easier to pound into her and raised the other hand. He brought it down roughly on her pail skin, giving it a bright red glow. He repeated this a few more times as she tugged at her nipples and cried out his name. She looked between her legs at the sudden sensation that someone was there. She grinned when she saw a tall young woman. She looked a bit older then the pail girl Clint brought home but not by much. She had beautiful long black hair that was silky and framed her oval shaped face. Her almond shaped eyes were a sexy light brown color, her lips full and curved in a small grin. She had smaller breasts then the redhead but a body that could comply with a plunging neckline of the white silk dress she wore. Her long legs were easily seen thanks to the high hemline, and were giving even more shape with her high stiletto heels. 

As Clint pounded into the fair skinned woman she smiled at her half black half Latin friend. She snuck up to Clint without him noticing and whispered in his ears promises of how he’ll love what will be done to him that night. Soon Clint felt his balls tighten as he released in the girls anus, he shot so much of this delectable cream of his that it over flowed and dripped down her pink slit and down her legs. Soon after, he collapsed.

The next day Clint found himself on his bed, covers tossed around him and a few hanging off the sides. He was naked and clammy from the heat of last night but the cool air in the apartment met with his skin. He went to sit up but was sore, he felt a slight pain jolt from his neck and then again on his inner thigh. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked into his office where a few TV’s were set up. He grinned as he saw his hidden cameras were recording last night just as he had planned. He called up his brothers and friends to come over and watch the game that was to be on that day and to brag about his night. He didn’t remember much after his second release, didn’t even remember the red heads friend coming over but knew there were two beautiful women in his bed pleasing him. 

After calling everyone and taking a shower he looked around for a note or some article of clothing that his kinky friend would be coming back or calling. Soon after his disappointment of not finding anything the doorbell rang. Clint let his friends and brothers in and started telling them everything that happened the night before. At first they didn’t believe him but he promised a tape to prove himself. They walked into the office and Clint turned on the tape. They laughed and poked fun as all they saw was Clint taking his clothes off, then the tape cut off to blackness then gray static. He couldn’t understand what had happened, he could understand if the beautiful red head was sitting on the bed while he undressed and then it cut off but she wasn’t even in the picture. 

“That’s what you get for recording every fuck you get.” Bob laughed at his brother and followed the rest of the crowd into the living room to watch the game. Clint sighed, now in a sour mood and sulked out of the room, on his way into the living room he passed one of his mirrors, to his surprise, he didn’t see anything, at all, not even himself. He stiffened in panic as he turned and saw his brothers and friends seemingly frozen in time and the red head, accompanied by her friend walk up to him.

“And this is what else you get.” She purred before lunging at his throat, long white fangs bared and eyes flashing white. He has now been cursed with never being able to see himself again, in film or mirror.



Love Bites



(Thank you Kitten for all of your help.)

* * * * *

 "I'm sorry, but I just can't."

Her narrowed eyes aflame, burning a hole in my heart and soul. The words spoken, sharp and harsh, left my whole body numb.

"Get out!"

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I had ten minutes to spare before they were to arrive. Celia, Serilda, and their friend Delia, whom I had never met. Once I saw the car pulling into the driveway, I headed out making sure the door was locked. I sat in the back behind Celia; Serilda hastily introducing Delia and I. Delia's eyes quickly looked me over as she said hello. As I returned her greeting with my own, I couldn't help but wonder if I had seen a hint of praise at anytime during her glance. I dismissed the thought and joined in the conversation.

While we walked the many aisles looking for the items we simply couldn't live without, my eyes repeatedly glanced over at Delia. I couldn't help myself. The way her body moved with each step, her long, flowing red hair swaying due to a slight breeze was quite enticing. Fortunately for me, Celia grabbed my hand and led me to the other end of the store to show me a dress she was thinking of buying. As she tried on the black dress one last time, I told myself to calm down and more importantly to stop sneaking so many glances at Delia.

As we walked from the store to the car, a sudden car horn caused all of us to jump. Delia announced it was her boyfriend, a man driving a silver Camaro, and ran to join him. Serilda yelled for her to call her, while Celia and I resumed walking to the car. I risked looking at Delia one last time, just in time to see her reach the car. As she opened the passenger's door she looked back directly at me, a knowing smile present on her pretty face. I was caught.

For the next couple of days, my mind provided me with constant agony. Every spare moment was focused entirely on Delia. I fantasized about making love with her, slow and tender, my fingers running through her soft hair as she fell asleep. Those countless fantasies resulted in some of my better orgasms. I had to see her again and soon. The following Friday night, I received a phone call. It was her.

"Hi Josephine, it's Delia." 

"Hello Delia, how are you?"

"I'm in a bit of a bind."

"How so exactly?"

"I'm supposed to go to a party tonight with Serilda, but she's not feeling well."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I hope she's okay."

"She's fine, just a sore throat and a headache. Listen, the reason I called was to invite you to the party."

I couldn't believe it. The woman I was lusting for each night was inviting me out. 

"I just really don't want to go by myself. I would sure appreciate it Josephine."

A chance for her and I to get better acquainted.

"Sure, it sounds like fun."

"Really? Great, I'll pick you up around ten." 

I gave her my address and directions. As soon as I hung up the phone, I ran upstairs to shower and pick out an outfit, but not before I had the opportunity to experience the best orgasm.

While Delia drove to the party which was about a hour away, we chatted about the small things and each told the story of how we met Serilda. Thankfully, the other night was never mentioned. I was still a bit embarrassed about being caught.

Once we arrived, she introduced me around and got me a drink. We talked as she showed me around the house. Delia ran into an old friend of hers and they began chatting endlessly. Paying only enough attention to be polite, I looked around. Couples making out everywhere you looked. Suddenly, Delia rose and excused herself to use the restroom. My eyes widened with the thought of being left alone. 

"I'll be right back Josephine, I promise."

I continued talking to Delia's friend until I needed a new drink. It had been almost twenty minutes. Where was she? I decided to walk around and look for her. Besides it wasn't like I had anything better to do. As I made my way around the house searching for her, I ran into Stephen, literally. We both rounded a corner and collided. I used to go to school with Stephen where he was known to be a real partier. 

"I'm so sorry," I quickly said.

"Watch where you're going," he replied, his words slurring. 

His eyes were just little slits, and what you could see of them were red.

"Forget this," I thought and pushed past him. The second I felt his hand on my butt, I turned around and slapped him. He ended up falling down because he was so drunk. I impatiently began searching for Delia again.

I found her ten minutes later drunk and sprawled out in a chair. Two men whom I did not know were talking to her. I quickly made my way over to her.

"There you are Delia, I've been looking everywhere for you."

She didn't, or quite possibly couldn't lift her head to look at me.

"I... I was talking with... with... these two," she replied slowly.

"I think it's time to go Delia. I'll drive, give me your keys."

"No!" one of the men said. "She's coming with us."

"She has to take me home."

"She can afterwards," the other answered.

The taller of the two took Delia's hand and pulled her up out of the chair. He threw her over his shoulder.

"Wait just a damn minute," I yelled at him.

"Shut up!"

"Put her down now, she doesn't want this."

The other man smirked while saying, "Delia baby, tell your friend here to get lost."

"Get out of here," she mumbled still not looking at me.

They started walking towards the stairs. The man carrying her shouted something, but I wasn't able to hear him over the music. Suddenly, drunken Stephen ran up the stairs behind them. 

I practically ran out of the house. Once outside, I threw my drink, the bottle shattering into pieces upon hitting the brick part of the house. I headed down the street, away from the people left staring, and away from the nightmare. A half a hour and seven cigarettes later, I found a pay phone. At least I had been smart enough to carry a dollar on me. I dialed Celia's number, waited ten rings, hung up and called right back.

"What?" she said between yawns, her voice deep.

"It's Josephine, I need a ride."

"I knew this would happen, where are you?"

"You never thought to mention any of this to me?" I asked Celia in between drags.

"You should stop smoking so much, besides I thought you quit?"

"I buy a pack and smoke when I need to and right now I'm not exactly on top of the world thanks to you."

Silence for a few moments and then Celia pulled the car over beside a curb.

"That's not fair. I didn't know you were out with Delia until Serilda told me and by then you were already gone. Besides she told us how impressed she was with you. I thought she might be different tonight."

I reached over and hugged her. 

"I'm sorry." 

Alone in my bedroom, tossing and turning trying desperately to get rid of the image of Delia from my head. What was it about her that I found so interesting, so attractive? I rolled over onto my left side once again. The sound of the doorbell made me jump practically right out of bed. I grabbed the shirt I kept at bedside and walked downstairs, the shirt barely long enough to hide my blue panties. I peered through the peephole to find Delia leaning against the porch railing. I took a deep breath, unlocked the door and opened it. Delia's body straightened up as she mumbled my name. As she took a step towards me, she lost her balance, and I was barely able to catch her in time. I helped her inside and upstairs to my bedroom to lie her down on the bed. Her beautiful hair was a mess, her shirt ripped, and I could see a couple of bruises on her arms. 

"I knew this would happen," I said. 

"I want a shower," she slowly whispered.

I thought against it figuring putting her to bed was the best thing, but considering what was done to her, I reconsidered and thought it best for her to shower. I helped her to my bathroom and sat her down on the lid of the toilet while I got the shower going. Once the water was warm enough, I helped her undress. For awhile she just stood under the faucet letting the water rain down upon her. I sat on the floor next to the shower listening to the sound of the water.

"Josephine?"

I was barely able to hear her call for me.

"Help me."

I quickly shed my clothing and joined her in the shower. Her arm slowly extended and I took the washcloth from her. I lathered it up and began washing her body. I started at her shoulders, then her arms, and worked my way down from there. I derived no pleasure from doing it. As I ran the washcloth over her breasts, there was no admiration, only pain and pity. Seeing her flinch when the washcloth came in contact with her fresh bruises brought tears to my eyes. How could she let someone do this to her? Why? I already knew the answer. I had figured it out earlier while talking to Celia and had thought about it countless times afterwards. Delia had a boyfriend, the guy who drove the Camaro, but that hadn't stopped her tonight. Obviously, commitment was not an issue for her. The men from the party she had only just met. She craved attention from men and was willing to do whatever it took to ensure she received it. Unfortunately, she always gives in so easily that the men are finished with her in a short period of time leaving her to do it all over again. No wonder Celia knew this night would turn out as it did. I rinsed Delia off and helped her into a spare robe that I kept in the closet. She was out the second her head hit the pillow.

I was watching tv in the living room when Delia appeared at the bottom of the stairs. 

"There's food on the table if you want it."

She made her way into the kitchen and I followed. On the table sat a glass of ice water and three pieces of bread. 

"Are you feeling any better?"

Her hair was straight and clean making her look much better than I'm sure she felt. 

"A little bit. The shower helped."

She sat down and began nibbling on a piece of bread. 

"Are you going to eat anything?"

"I already ate breakfast."

"Oh."

"And lunch."

Her eyes widened.

"What time is it?"

"1:30."

"I have to be at work by 4:00. I can't call in, or else I'll be fired."

"You're welcome to stay here until you need to leave. I parked your car in the garage."

Delia looked at me.

"Thanks. For... everything."

I remained quiet, not sure what I should say. I was actually surprised when I felt her lips meet mine. Her tongue made its way into my mouth as her hands cupped my breasts through my shirt. I pulled back refusing to meet her eyes. As much as I wanted this to happen, I also didn't. 

"You don't want this?" she questioned.

"I'm not sure. I mean last night..."

"That was last night. It didn't mean anything, it never does."

My eyes finally met hers. 

"So right now wouldn't mean anything to you."

Her hand rested on top of mine as she stood up, pulling me up as well. 

"It would."

Our lips met once again and this time I let myself melt into her. She led me to the couch in the living room, discarding our clothing along the way. She pushed me down on the couch and climbed on top of me, her hands roughly squeezing my breasts. She made her way down my body, stopping at my center, her hot breath exciting me even more. It wasn't long before she had me writhing in pleasure, her hair tickling my inner thighs as she worked her tongue was an added bonus. I pulled her up to kiss her, wanting to taste myself on her lips. My hands caressing her breasts until she grabbed my arms and put them out above my head, so my arms were left dangling over the edge of the couch. She forced her right breast into my mouth, my tongue stroking her hard nipple. 

"Bite it."

I complied.

"Harder," she hissed.

I bit down harder until I heard her shriek. She let go of my arms and raised her body off mine enough to allow me to slide down under her. I stopped, my mouth inches away from her, her arousal driving me wild with lust.

"Finger me, nothing else."

I watched as she drove down the street and turned the corner, my mind full of thoughts, yet thinking of nothing in particular. After she had came, she dressed and was gone. I went upstairs and climbed in bed to take a nap finding her scent on the pillow from the night before and fell asleep in the same spot. 

The ringing phone by the bed woke me up. It was Serilda. 

"I'm sorry to hear about last night."

"Who told you?"

I figured it had been Celia.

"Delia."

"What did she say?"

"Not much. I visited her at work to apologize for not going with her and to ask about the party and she told me about the three men and how you left by yourself."

Delia hadn't mention what had happened between her and I. I was not surprised. 

"I just can't understand why she puts herself in those situations."

"She needs the attention."

"Yes, but still those men didn't care about her."

"She's used to it."

I felt worse after I had hung up with Serilda. I went out that night by myself. I needed to be alone in able to forget about her. I went and saw the movie I had been wanting to see since its release, but unfortunately my friends and I don't have the same taste in movies. It was a brilliant film and I left the theater feeling refreshed. Upon seeing her car in my driveway, I felt both pleased and miserable. I went on ahead into the garage and I barely had the door open when she started yelling at me.

"Where were you?"

"Out."

"I called you three times!"

"I wasn't here, I'm sorry."

"You should be!"

She headed for her car.

"Wait! What did you want?"

"Forget it!" 

She got in her car and was gone just like that. I went inside bewildered, wanting desperately to understand what had just happened, wanting to understand Delia. 

I went on with my life, working and going out with Celia and Serilda, remembering Delia only when Serilda mentioned her.

"I haven't talked to Delia in days, I hope she's okay."

"Do you think she went to another party tonight?" Celia asked.

"It has been two weeks since... that incident," Serilda carefully said.

"You don't have to choose your words carefully Serilda," I said. "If she is at another party at least I'm not stuck there with her."

The subject was dropped and we enjoyed our evening. Before I went to bed that evening, I unlocked the front door. I had a feeling I would have a visitor before morning. My eyes popped open the second her hands wrapped around my throat. I tried to move my hands to my throat, but quickly realized I was handcuffed to my bed, naked. I couldn't free myself. I fearfully stared into Delia's eyes. She presented me with a coy smile. 

"I know the attraction you feel towards me. I have known since I caught you checking me out that first night." 

She wasn't near as drunk as she was a couple of weeks ago, but she wasn't sober either.

"What do you want?" I croaked.

"You. I want to give myself to you. To see if you can handle me.

"But the other day..."

"Forget the other day. I was only paying you back for taking care of me. Tonight, we do the things I want to do, the way I want to do them."

She chocked me even harder and my body started thrashing. She released her grip and took her shorts off. She wasn't wearing any panties. She was left in only a white shirt. It wasn't until then that I realized her beautiful hair was up in a ponytail. The little bit of light coming in from the window revealing her face. Her fingers pulled my right nipple hard. 

"Ow!"

Her other hand wrapped around my throat.

"Please stop," I said huskily, running out of air.

Her hand tightened around my throat. I remained quiet which was hard to do! Her right hand left my nipple to grab something that was apparently lying on the side of the bed, out of my view. The blade of the knife ran down my cleavage, drawing bits of blood. My eyes were full of terror, hers wide with power. She left small cuts above each nipple and right under each breast. I was left only to imagine what other things she had planned for this evening. Suddenly, she grabbed her shorts, removed a key from the back pocket, and undid the handcuffs. Neither one of us moved for a few seconds, the tension almost unbearable to me. As crazy as it sounds, I wanted her badly. 

"The other night when I stopped by..." 

She pulled me to her, her back landing against the mattress, our eyes staring deeply into one another. 

"I wanted you."

"Another meaningless encounter, I'm touched."

She kissed me. 

"After I had left your house, while I was working my mind kept wandering back to our encounter. I had only done it as an act of appreciation. I knew you were the caring type, I just hadn't yet realized the amount of caring you felt for me."

Her fingers had entered me while she talked and now they were pumping in and out.

"I wanted you to know that."

"You torture me, then turn around to tell me a heartfelt message?"

Her fingers curved and she began stroking my g-spot.

"I'm the sex kitten. I like it fast and rough. But sometimes I can do the slow, more caring thing."

"T...thing?" I moaned.

Her lips wrapped around my clit as she began to softly suck. I reached out behind her head and removed the hair tie letting her hair fall free. I ran my fingers through her long hair until I finally exploded. Now I wondered if I was supposed to finger her? I kissed my way down her body, my tongue slowly tracing circles around her navel. I looked into her eyes and waited. She pulled my face into her. 

"Eat me!"

While I worked my tongue inside her, she kept undulating her hips. I caressed her butt with my hands. She clamped her thighs against my head to keep me there while she climaxed. She fell asleep in my arms. 

The next morning, I cooked us eggs and bacon. Delia announced she was late for work and headed outside to her car, I followed her. 

"When can I see you again?"

"Not for a few days."

I looked away to try and hide the pained expression visible on my face. Delia got in her car and started the engine.

"I may have to work something out, but tomorrow night."

I smiled at her.

"You have to come to my place though."

She told me the address and I wrote it down on a piece of paper as soon as I went inside. I was so full of energy that day, it was unbelievable. I went out with Celia that evening. We went to the pool hall where I beat her at a few games of pool. I was finally able to make Delia realize how special she was and that there were people who cared for her, truly cared for her. I arrived at her place ten minutes early. She practically pulled me inside her apartment. 

"Strip down to your bra and panties," she ordered.

I complied, but grew tense. Something didn't seem right. That's when I saw the condoms lying on a table. 

"What is going on Delia?"

"My boyfriend's coming over."

"Why?" I asked stupidly, but needing to hear her confirm my suspicion.

Delia removed her shorts and shirt.

"I haven't been with him in three days."

"You invited me here for a threesome?" I asked incredulously.

She stared hard at me. She was growing angry.

"No. A foursome."

"What!"

"You, me, Gary and Stephen."

"Stephen! From the party?"

"Yes. What the hell is your problem Josephine?"

"My problem? What is your problem? What are you trying to pull here?"

Delia stepped forward so she was in my face. 

"Listen to me Josephine. We are having a foursome. I had to promise Stephen a bonus for letting you participate because at first he was dead set against it."

"I am not doing this, I hate Stephen."

"Fine. Whatever go after Gary I don't care."

There was a knock at the door and Delia ran to answer it. I grabbed my shirt and threw it on. She returned with Gary and Stephen. Stephen's eyes roamed up and down my body. 

"Josephine, why don't you greet our guests?" Delia said.




Love Bites



"I am not doing this!" I replied angrily.

Delia glared at me and then sweetly turned towards the men. 

"How about you two go on in the bedroom, we'll be there in a minute."

As soon as the men turned the corner to head down the hall, she was once again in my face.

"You will do this," she spat. "If you truly care for me, you will."

The world stopped at that moment. I realized that no matter how badly I wanted her, how hard I tried to change her, make her understand, she would never understand. 

"I'm sorry Delia, I can't."

"Either you follow me into the bedroom right now, or we are finished."

I didn't waste any time thinking about it, my decision was made no matter the cost.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't."

Her narrowed eyes aflame, burning a hole in my heart and soul. The words spoken, sharp and harsh, left my whole body numb.

"Get out!"

The door slammed shut behind me, tears streaming down my face, it was over. It was all over. I would never openly admit it, but deep down I was relieved. I loved and cared for Delia, but the feeling wasn't mutual. Our lifestyles greatly differed and there wasn't anything anybody could do to change that. The only way I could be with her was physically and only when she required it. I left her apartment building knowing I deserved someone better and that someday I would find her. I was a dead woman inside who was yet very much alive. 



Love Bites



Everybody thinks vampires are so damn sexy! I mean, even in the movies they are portrayed by the likes of Tom Cruise and Stuart Townshend. Meanwhile, we lycanthropes are stuck with Jack Nicholson and Michael J. Fox. Where's the justice in that I ask you? Of course, there are other issues that separate our kind. Vampires tend to be solitary creatures, while werewolves are very social, the original party animals, you might say. Another reason I've never much cared for vamps is their scent; vampires are dead, after all, and most of them smell like it. So, all in all, I've never been a huge fan of the undead...never really bought into the sexy stereotype...until I met Kim.

It was a regular Friday night for me. It just happened to also be Halloween. The full moon was out, but I've been dealing with my condition most of my life so I'm able to keep it under control. Besides I was hanging at TJ's, a hangout owned by a member of my pack, so I wasn't exactly worried. Normal humans rarely wander into rowdy werewolf biker bars, and those that do usually deserve what happens to them. I know, I know, there's another lycanthrope stereotype for 'ya. We're not all bikers. I say it's sheer coincidence that most of the big, hairy guys I hang out with turn into big, hairy wolves when the moon is full. 

Anyhow, there I was, nursing a beer at the bar, when my finely-tuned animal senses noted an unfamiliar presence at the door. Yeah, okay, I saw her come in. So did most of the crowd, and every one of them, even the few women present, turned to stare at her. There was just something about her. 

She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, or waif-thin like most vamp girls I've met. She wasn't dressed head to toe in skin-tight black leather either. Still, she drew the eye of everyone in the joint. Then she calmly took a step toward the bar, and it seemed the spell was broken. Conversations restarted, the juke box music faded back into focus, and the balls on the pool table in the back room cracked loudly. 

The next thing I knew she was standing next to me at the bar. In an instant I knew she was a vampire. Her pale, pale ivory skin gave her away. No one's that pale unless they're dead. Everything else about her read as human though. She was dressed in faded blue jeans, and a silky-looking black top that accented her voluptuous curves. Her ash-blonde hair was short and curly, and when she turned her big, hazel eyes to look at me, I could see the faint freckles dancing across the bridge of her upturned nose. Then she smiled at me, and I caught a glimpse of fang, confirming what I'd already surmised. Surprisingly, the knowledge didn't bother me much. 

I started to turn away, but again found myself surprised when she said, "Hi, my name is Kim."

Kim? I thought to myself. What the hell kinda name is that for a vampire?

But I caught myself, and instead offered up my hand for her to shake. 

"Uh, Matt," I found myself blurting out.

"Nice to meet you, Uh Matt."

I chuckled in spite of myself. 

"So, to perpetuate a cliche..." she said, "do you come here often?"

"Most weekends," I replied, trying to be polite...trying not to stare. 

Frankly, I wasn't sure what to do. I mean here's this woman, she's hot as hell, she's a vampire, she's not the type you usually find slumming with the dogs, and she's talking to me. Chatting me up. I didn't know what to do. Should I snarl at her? Buy her a drink? I wondered what she'd drink besides blood? I was at a loss. So, like a typical guy, I just sat there and gawked. 

Things got even worse when she leaned toward me, and I caught a whiff of her scent. She smelled like no other vampire I'd ever encountered. Yes, there were traces of the meaty scent I associate with vampires, but it wasn't overpowering. Overlying that was the warm smell of sugar and cinnamon, and overlying that was the musky smell of a woman. 

Imagine, if you can, the smell of an extra rare steak, still dripping with blood, and at the same time the smell of a freshly baked apple pie, then add the smell of sex. Now, multiply that aroma tenfold to account for the sensitive nose of a wolf. That's what she smelled like! I was in olfactory heaven. 

I barely recollect the rest of the evening at the bar. I must have been at my most charming, because the next thing I remember the two of us were staggering through the door of the slum I call home. I must have also been drunk off my ass to bring a chick like her into a dump like that. Most guys I know are not exactly neat freaks. Combine that natural tendency with my animal instincts, and well...you can probably guess what my apartment looked, and smelled like. 

It didn't seem to bother Kim though. She seemed more interested in tearing my clothes off than checking out my pad. As soon as I kicked the door shut she was on me like a swarm of fleas. Her hands slowly slid up underneath my black T-shirt, surprisingly warm. I found the thought that she had probably fed earlier in the evening reassuring. Not that I feared her draining me of blood. By virtue of their regenerative powers werewolves are almost immune to vampire bites. Still, it was nice to know that she wouldn't be looking at me like a snack. 

Yeah, uh, turns out I was wrong about that one.

She slid her hands along my sides, her long nails tickling my ribs as she slid my T-shirt up toward my head, sending shivers up my spine. I reached down, grabbed my shirt by the hem, and whipped it off. It joined the large pile of dirty laundry strewn across my floor. With my T-shirt gone, Kim was free to explore my muscled chest and cut abs to her non-beating heart's content. Okay, so that sounds conceited, but it's true. 

I have been told by a lot of women that I have a nice body. Mostly I have my natural high metabolism to thank for that. Wolves are pretty lean. Of course, most wolves don't scarf down Twinkies and beer either, so I had been known to work out occasionally. Kim must have thought it was passable, because she dropped her hands down to my black, studded leather belt, and practically ripped it off. Before I knew it my remaining clothing was gone, and my naked ass was being shoved onto the futon. 

Somewhere along the line she had also shed her blouse and pants and now she hovered above me in sexy, black panties with a lacy matching bra. Her scent and the sight of her alabaster skin already had me hard as a rock, but I felt my groin tighten further when she leaned close, brushing my chest with hers. My hands came up to clasp her tiny waist. 

"Trick or treat?" she whispered. Then she kissed me!

I know from experience that kissing with fangs is not easy. First kisses are awkward as it is, never mind trying it with inch-long, razor-sharp fangs in your mouth. Still, she made it seem effortless. Her mouth melded with mine as if we were made for each other. Her tongue darted lightly into my mouth only to pull away again. She was teasing me. Only as she drew away did she nick me lightly, leaving me with the faint, coppery taste of blood in my mouth, which, I have to say, was actually a turn-on.

It goes without saying that it was a turn-on for her too. Next thing I know she's got my hands pinned above my head, and her mouth is at my throat. Still, I wasn't too worried. I figured pound for pound, my supernatural strength against hers, I could take her. Right then, unless she went for the jugular, I was still planning on getting laid. So, I relaxed, or tried to, and waited. Finally she pulled back from my throat.

I could tell she was excited. Her eyes took on a faint, reddish glow, and she had a look in them that could only be lust...or starvation. I was crossing my fingers that it was lust. Once again she leaned in close, and began nuzzling my neck, nibbling and sucking on it, driving me wild. Then I felt the slight prick of her fangs against my skin, but it wasn't enough to break through. It did however nearly break my control. My cock was throbbing as she drew her fangs down along my neck.

I felt a surge of pain-pleasure when her sharp teeth grazed over the thin skin of my collarbone, fang nearly meeting bone. She trailed her fangs and tongue down my chest until she reached my left nipple. A sharp nip, followed by a flick of her tongue had me gasping in ecstasy. Her fangs were like steel sliding across my skin as she worked her way slowly over to my other nipple, sharp and cool. A faint line of red appeared on my skin in her wake, but she didn't actually puncture the skin. I admired her control; I'd finally given up on mine. 

I could feel myself arching into her as she drew her mouth along the line of dark hair on my abdomen. She released my hands, but I seemed to be having trouble making them move. Maybe there was some truth to all those tales of vampire mind control. As she kissed her way down my body her fingers drifted lightly across the exposed skin of my thighs, until finally I felt her warm hand close around my engorged cock. 

Then her mouth was on me, and I was groaning with pleasure. Now, I know that having razor-sharp anything close to one's dick is pretty scary, but honestly her fangs were the last thing on my mind. I was totally focused on the sensation of her tongue as it glided across my skin like a whisper. She swirled her tongue around the taut head of my cock once before closing her mouth around me. 

Her mouth, like her hands, was surprisingly warm for a dead chick. It felt so good as she sucked me, soft, wet, warm, just like I imagined her pussy would be. I could feel a climax building quickly; she'd had me on the edge even before she went down on me, so I was half-disappointed, half-relieved when she pulled her mouth off my cock, and began licking along my thigh. One hand splayed across my thigh, her nails digging slightly into my skin. Her other hand took up where her mouth had left off. 

It wasn't nearly as good as having her lips wrapped around me, but it was still getting the job done. I could feel a tightening in my balls, a sure sign of things to come. Suddenly, I felt a stab in my groin. I looked down. Oh shit! She'd bitten me in the femoral artery. I felt a sharp, blinding pain, and then a warm wave of pleasure. As my hot blood spurted into her mouth, my cock spurted as well. I could feel the pulsating rhythm of both my blood and my semen as I found my release. I don't remember a time when I've come as hard. 

I think I passed out, just for a second. Whether it was from a sudden drop in blood pressure or just extreme pleasure I don't know. Either way, it was unusual. We werewolves are tougher than that. When I opened my eyes again, she was licking my leg, a mixture of blood and cum smeared across her mouth. Not surprisingly my thigh barely hurt at all, there was just a slight ache in my groin. My wounds were already starting to heal. Come to think of it, I felt great. 

Kim looked up at me, a sexy, feral smile on her face. Slowly, she licked her lips, then her fingers, clearing the lingering traces of my bodily fluids from her skin, and I felt my lust kicking in again. There's a lot to be said for the recuperative powers of a lycanthrope at times like this. My cock was already hardening. 

Grabbing her arms I tugged her up until she sprawled full length against my body. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as I crushed her to me. I nuzzled her neck, drinking in her smell, feeling myself growing more turgid by the moment. 

"My turn!" 

Before she could realize what I had in mind, or protest, I rolled over, pinning her body beneath my own. She smelled delicious. I slid down her body and spreading her thighs, buried my face in her pussy. My nose filled with her rich smell, which left me quivering with need. I wasn't content just to smell her, I had to taste her, so I drew my tongue along her slick folds. The tangy taste of her pussy had me slavering. I pushed my tongue deeply into her wetness, licking and sucking her clit, flicking my tongue against her heat. 

When I slid a finger, then another, inside her tight sheath, she wriggled against my mouth. Thrusting with my fingers and tongue I soon had her gasping beneath me. Finally, with a cry she arched against me, grabbing at my hair, pulling me closer as she reached her climax. 

Now I had her where I wanted her, well, almost. I rose up, kneeling on the bed, and flipped her over on her stomach. Her back gleamed white in the moonlight. It awoke in me a need, a need to let my own hunger run wild. I let slip my form, let the moonlight shining through the window do its work. I felt my nails harden into claws, felt my own fangs lengthen. Enough, just enough...

Kim was still beneath me. She waited as I had, limp with desire, not afraid. I lowered my body to hers, and in the way of my pack gave her a gentle nip on the neck. She yelped, just like a bitch, but she didn't move away. So I snuffled my nose into her neck, nuzzling, and nipping, licking, nibbling. I sunk my teeth into her firm, plump flesh, feeling it give beneath my fangs, leaving red marks all over her body. She moaned beneath me as I worked my way across her back, giving her tender love bites. I drew my claws down along her sides, brushing them lightly past her breasts, down to her hips, then back up. 

She began to squirm a little, still, I teased her. I could smell her arousal. Finally, I could stand it no longer. I slid an arm beneath her, hoisting her hips up. The entrance to her pussy glistened, and I couldn't resist touching a clawed finger to her cleft. She wiggled against my hand, and I could feel the warmth and wetness gathered there. I reared back on my knees, and grabbing my cock guided it into her slick passage. 

My hands went to her hips, pulling her back as I thrust deep inside her. God, she was tight and wet, as warm and alive as any woman could be, even though she was dead. I slid slowly out of her, then thrust back in hard, watching as her flesh closed around my cock. It felt sooo good. She must have thought so too, because she pushed back against my hips, like she couldn't get enough of my dick. 

I set up a slow rhythm of thrusts that soon had her moaning. As for me, I was panting with desire, but I knew I could hold out, I had to. I stepped it up just a little and was rewarded with whimpers from Kim. I felt a sheen of sweat building up on my body, and knew I was getting close, I just hoped I could make it last. I plunged into the warm depths of her pussy, hovering on the brink, until finally I heard her gasp. I felt a warm rush, then her muscles clamped down on me, sending me into a spiraling orgasm of my own. I stiffened and managed to thrust deeply into her one last time, before we both collapsed.

"Definitely treat," I told her. 

I couldn't move. Her skin was damp beneath my cheek, and I knew my weight was probably crushing her face into the pillow, but I swear I was incapable of movement in that moment. Finally I summoned the strength to roll to the side, dragging her with me, burying my face in her neck. So much for superhuman stamina. All I wanted to do was cuddle up to her and sleep. My newfound love had other ideas however. Unfortunately, they weren't the sexy kind, they were more the get-the-hell-outta-Dodge kind. 

Although I protested, she wiggled away from me and began retrieving her clothing. Normally, I wouldn't have protested, I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type myself, but I was feeling selfish. Kim wasn't human, I couldn't hurt her like I would a human woman, yet she was far more exotic than the pack bitches. I could totally see this working out. 

"Stay," I begged. 

"I can't."

"The sun won't be up for hours."

"It's not that," she said. "I'm a daywalker anyhow."

A daywalker, an anomaly, a child infected by vampiric bite while still in the womb. Well, that explained a lot, like the warm skin for example, and her scent. 

"Why not stay then?" I asked.

She couldn't think of a reason...so she stayed. 

And to think some people think love bites!



Love Bites



For a long time, the women simply looked into each other's eyes. Shanda thoughts turned to the Art History class she had taken a few years back. They had been examining an Italian Renaissance painting and the professor had pointed out that in a close up of the portrait one could see the reflection of a tiny person in the eyes of the subject. He had explained that in the Renaissance, people were often painted with tiny reflections of their lovers in their eyes. "It was believed," he had stated, "that when true lovers looked into each others' eyes, they would see the image of their future children." Now, as she stared deeply into the dewy ivy eyes before her, Shanda wondered if the modern age had lost something by understanding this simple reflection. As she stared into her lover's eyes, she imagined that Reesa was seeing deep into her most secret self. The idea should have been terrifying, but she felt nothing but a deep, enveloping calm. The heat of their joining was banked now, the coals a warming shimmer that was reflected in the fireplace behind them. She felt her eyes flutter and realized that she was on the floor, naked, and was on the verge of sleep. She lifted her eyes back to Reesa's face, saw the soft lips parted by hushed, cat-like snores; she smiled and let the drowsiness overtake her. 

The next thing that she was aware of was the chill creeping up her spine. Her front was warm and toasty, but her backside felt as if it was carved out of ice. Shanda opened up her eyes and saw that the fire had gone out completely and Reesa had begun to shiver in her arms. 

"Honey," Shanda murmured as she gently shook Reesa's shoulder, "let's move into the bedroom."

"Mumf" Reesa's response wasn't terribly promising.

"Baby, your ass is going to freeze to the fireplace tile."

"Uh huh."

"You're going to be sore all over in the morning, and not in a good way."

"Slpn...lemelone."

Shanda began to laugh. "Well, I didn't want to say anything, but you have ice-sickles hanging from your pussy." Reesa's body began to shake as laughing became more important than sleeping. "And seriously, if your nipples get any harder, someone could lose an eye." She grunted as Reesa's elbow jabbed into her belly. "And if your lips get any bluer, I am going to be accused of necrophilia -- and I am just not that kind of kinky." Shanda jumped up as Reesa swung the couch pillow toward her head and ran into the bedroom door. "You know if you want to catch me you are going to have to get off of your ass, and come and get me." Shanda ducked as the pillow came winging toward her head. She stuck her butt out the door and waggled it toward her lover. She was so busy taunting Reesa that she never heard her creep up closer. She didn't realize what was going on until Reesa took her down with a full body pounce. Shanda landed on her belly and lost her breath -- not from the rough landing, but from laughing so hard. Reesa's fingers seemed to be able to find every ticklish place on her body!

"Stop! Please!" Shanda begged.

"Please, what?" Reesa taunted.

"I give! I give!"

Reesa rolled off of her and got into the bed, pulling the covers up even though she wasn't nearly as cold as she had been a few minutes ago. 

"You know this is my bed, right?" Shanda stood next to the side of the bed.

"And?"

"And, I like to sleep on the left side. Scootch over."

"God, you are such a pain in the ass! If I still didn't want to taste your pussy, I don't think I would even bother with you." Reesa smiled evilly, taking the sting out of her words and moved over to the right side of the bed. "Okay honey," she said patting the mattress, "it's all nice and warm for you -- and the bed is okay too!"

"You know," Shanda mumbled climbing under the covers, "for someone who has never been with a woman before, you are sure pretty sassy about it."

Reesa smiled and ran her fingers down Shanda's cheek. "Well, I would probably be a lot more freaked out, but since I have never felt like this with any man I've ever been with, I think I would like to ... embrace the opportunity. Besides, you're my best friend...who could make a better lover?" She smiled into Shanda's still uncertain eyes and pulled her woman into her arms.

The bed was so warm. So soft. Shanda's flannel sheets seemed to take the heat of their bodies, fluff it up, and reflect it back. Shanda was just on the verge of opening her eyes when she felt the soft kisses begin at the base of her spine. She could feel Reesa's hands gripping her hips as she laid kiss after kiss on the top of her ass, moving slowly up. She worked her way, kiss by kiss, inch by inch, up her spine. Some kisses were soft licks -- flicks of the tip of her tongue. Some kisses were gentle suckles that pulled Shanda's skin between Reesa's lips. By the time she had reached the cradle of her lower back, Shanda's moans filled the room. Soft, slick, gentle kisses rained up Shanda's spine. Finally, when Shanda thought she couldn't take anymore, Reesa reached the sweet spot behind her lover's right ear. The whisper of her lush lips was like a moth grazing the skin. Shanda shuddered. Before the tremor had left her body, she arched up with the sharp nip on her right earlobe.

"Fuck!" she moaned.

"Fuck good, or fuck bad?" Reesa whispered into her ear.

"Fuck good. Fuck so good."

Reesa chuckled as she swept her hands down Shanda's back, following the trail that her kisses had so delicately taken. She continued smoothing her hands down her lover's backside to stroke along her downy legs. Taking her left foot in her hand, Reesa kissed her ankle softly and then bit her, barely indenting the fragile skin. Shanda's breath sucked deep into her lungs and then rushed out again. Reesa began moving up her leg, first kissing gently, next biting not so gently. Every nip created another intake of breath from her lover -- another moan slipping through her lips. As Reesa progressed up Shanda's sweet curves, her kisses became more aggressive, her bites incrementally harder. She moved so slowly -- sex with water torture technique -- fucking by continental drift. By the time she reached the crux of Shanda's pussy, the sheets had become saturated by the accumulated juices. 

"You smell so sweet...so salty...so good!" Reesa murmured. She gently slipped her tongue into that sultry mound and sampled Shanda's sweet nectar. Shanda gripped the sheets with both of her fists and forced herself not to move. She desperately wanted Reesa to continue her passage up her spine. She wanted ... she just wanted.

After one sweet pass over Shanda's clit, Reesa gripped her hips and sucked the lush skin of Shanda's ass into her mouth. She filled her mouth with Shanda's flesh, feeling the blood rush into the skin, pulled by her kiss. After a moment, she released the skin and ran her tongue over the bright bruise that she had left on her right butt cheek. She brushed her cheek against the spot, nuzzling it like a cat pushing into its master's hand. With the next movement, Reesa took a hold of Shanda' left butt cheek -- she bit down hard, pushing her teeth just into the skin.

"Oh my God!" The rush of endorphins pulsated through Shanda's body -- it felt like electricity playing across her skin. Reesa hadn't bit down hard enough to make Shanda bleed, but the shock of it was enough... and not enough. Shanda wanted more.

"Please, please don't stop."

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to get too carried away." Reesa gently kissed and nuzzled against the already bruising bite mark.

"Please, please. I want to be yours...I want you to claim me." Shanda was almost incoherent with desire.

Again at the base of Shanda's spine, Reesa began the exploration of her lover's limitations. Each kiss was different, but each became more aggressive, more primal. Each bite on her spine was a little harder, a little deeper, held for a moment longer. With each bite, Reesa expected Shanda to tell her to stop...that it was enough, but the words never came. Finally, Reesa had covered Shanda's back with kisses and bite marks. She moved her right arm under Shanda's unresisting body to pull her closer. Reesa took hold of Shanda's long sable hair, wound it around her hand, and pulled her neck back. She began placing gentle kisses up the taught skin. She sucked Shanda's earlobe into her mouth to suckle. She pulled her head back and took the silky skin near Shanda's pulse. She did not bite down. She laid her lips gently against that so tender skin. She sucked. She pulled the skin into her mouth. She did not bite down. She sucked harder. She could feel Shanda's throat vibrating with deep moans. She released Shanda's throat and pushed her head down. In one movement, Reesa flipped Shanda's hair out of the way, took the scruff of her neck between her teeth, and bit down. Hard.

"Sweet Jesus! Mary mother of God!"

Reesa took her free hand and spread Shanda's pussy lips from behind. She was so wet it was like parting the ocean. She gently pushed her index finger into her pussy to stroke Shanda's g-spot and used her middle finger to gently rotate her clit. 

"Oh...oh...oh!" 

Overwhelmed by sensation, Shanda began to pull away slightly, but Reesa sank her teeth into the back of her neck harder and growled against her skin. She slipped another finger into Shanda's pussy and pulled her body more tightly against her own. The vibrations began to shake Shanda's body, and her pussy squeezed Reesa's fingers tightly.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" With every tremor another epithet was wrung from Shanda, but by the end she was crying out incomprehensible, animal noises. Finally, when her body had begun to shake only from her crying, Reesa released her grasp on her neck and pulled her coated fingers out of her pussy. Gently, Reesa cradled Shanda against her body and took her sobbing within herself. She stroked her hand down her dark hair and made soothing woman noises against her lover's temple. 

"Was it too much?" Reesa whispered after Shanda's sobbing had quieted.

Shanda turned her head toward her love and smiled through her tears. "God no! That was so amazing! I've never... I've never...felt like that. God!"

"You are going to be so sore though," Reesa worried, "your whole back is going to be swollen and sore."

Shanda smiled. "Every time I feel the muscle pull and the pain throb, I am going to remember the most miraculous experience I have ever had." She took Reesa's baleful face between her hands. "And I am going to wonder when my lover will take me as her own again."

Warm, comfortable, safe, and sore, Shanda turned her body completely around to face her lover. She wrapped her arms around Reesa's back and pulled her close against her. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The stared at the reflections that they saw there. They saw each other in the other's eyes. They saw and they felt the bond tighten around them. 



Love Bites



"You'll never guess who I ran into this morning," my lovely wife said as she was putting away the groceries. "Pam from college. Do you remember Pam? We were such good friends back then. It was great to see her again." 

Yeah, I remembered Pam. I felt my cock thicken in my pants. Pam was the first woman I'd met with a kinky streak. Not that we'd had sex. Well not like normal people have sex, anyway. I mean, I didn't fuck her. It's complicated. 

Pam was sweet, but in a group she could be a little bit strange. At first I thought her little eccentricities were just to get some attention. It seemed like every time we went to a party she would sit quietly, drinking a cranberry juice until the party started to wind down. When only the die-hard crowed was left, she would find a scarf or a piece of rope and play with it as she opened up and started talking. I thought that she was joking the first time that she asked me to tie her wrists. A few minutes later I was gently knotting a scarf printed with lavender flowers around her slender ankles. When I looked up to ask her if she liked my handiwork, the far away look in her eyes was a giveaway. I knew she was the real thing. 

"I invited Pam over for dinner so we can catch up. I haven't seen her since we graduated! I thought that we'd cook out and have some drinks while we catch up.," Jill added as she closed the refrigerator door. "I didn't get anything to grill, so you'll need to go get something. Oh, I forgot the candy for tonight too."

It had been a warm fall. The color of the leaves on my block were a contrast to the warm morning. When I got back from the store Jill had split-pea soup and toasted sourdough bread waiting for lunch. I ate quietly, thinking that dinner could get interesting if Pam decided to bring up the past. Jill didn't know that Pam had been naked on my couch, more than once. 

"You still haven't told me what you want to do for our anniversary this year," my wife reminded me as I placed the bowls in the dishwasher. Our anniversary was almost a month away. I'd gladly do anything Jill wanted, but I'm not a very creative person. Every year all that I wanted to say was "I don't know, surprise me." But I usually came up with something romantically tame, and always got what I asked for. This time I don't know what I was thinking. Well, that's not really true. I was thinking about the rosy cheeks of Pam's ass after she had asked me to spank her. If I was thinking about anything else I probably wouldn't have said, "I don't know. Why don't you surprise me with a little kinky sex?" 

My wife gave me a knowing look and said, "I wondered how long it would take." Then she started prepping the dinner salad. 

"How long what would take?" I must have missed something. I knew something was up when she looked over and just smiled, then went back to washing vegetables. I wondered how much she already knew about Pam's kinky streak, and our late night fun. That was before Jill and I had started dating, so it wouldn't be a problem. Just interesting. I had some work to do before dinner so I headed off to the study.

"You should start getting ready," Jill called from the kitchen as I was finishing up a report. I shut down the computer and headed for the shower. Jill stuck her head in the door as I was rinsing off. "Pam called. We're meeting her at her place. We need to leave, and I still need to shower, so don't dawdle. We need to be there by 5:30."

Usually these parties with friends end late, and we end up sleeping when we get home instead of having sex. "You could always shower with me?" I asked hoping she'd join me for a quickie. To my surprise she started stripping off her shirt and was soon standing before me with water cascading over her shoulders and down her breasts. I soaped up a washcloth and gently ran it over her arms and shoulders as she lathered up her hair. Reaching around to wash her back, I kissed her neck and breasts and gently sucked each nipple into my mouth. 

"Are they clean yet?" she breathed. I was glad she was getting turned on. "Do my back right," she said a moment later as she turned to rinse her hair. The curve of her back and the way that the water ran over her hips and delicious bottom made my cock harder. I scrubbed her back and sides, but moved closer so she could feel my hard cock against her ass. "Someone's happy!" she giggled. She leaned forward against the wall to stretch her back while I scrubbed. Her posture pushed her perfect ass against my cock. She moved her hips erotically while I scrubbed, treating my cock to the feel of her wet skin slipping across it. Then she turned saying, "We don't have much time. Finish me up please." I washed her chest and tummy with small circles while she scrubbed her face. I slid my hands between her thighs and felt her hard clit nestled there. She moaned appreciatively, but surprised me by saying "No, no. We don't have time for that. Besides, I want to save you for later. I think you can wait a little for a treat."

The thought of being treated to a kinky surprise later kept my cock hard while I dressed. "We only have a couple of minutes before we have to go," she said coyly as I did my best to distract her. She kept trying to towel off, but I was able to keep her off balance by kissing her neck and whispering how badly I wanted to fuck her. I rolled her warm damp nipple between my fingers and traced a circle around her areola. 

"I'll take a couple of minutes if that's all we have."

"What can you do in two minutes?" she breathed as I gently pushed her back on to the bed, kissing her knees and then up her thighs. As I got closer to her pussy I could feel my hard cock against the bed.

"All I want is to taste your pussy," I said as I kissed first her mons, then her labia, and finally her clit. She moaned as I pushed my tongue down between her beautiful lips and tasted her cunt. She was damp and clean smelling from the shower, but in no time at all her pussy was slick and glistening; erotically scented by her own moisture. Her taste was everything that I had hoped for.

After a couple of minutes she breathed, "We really have to go." I kissed her clit and then kissed my way up to her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth slowly. I made as if to kiss her goodbye while I caressed her arms, and then gently took her wrists in my hands and held them above her head. She was distracted until I slipped the tip of my cock inside of her. The feeling of her wetness and heat on the tip of my cock was overwhelming. I pushed myself deeper inside of her and was rewarded with a groan telling me that everything I was feeling my cock she was feeling in her cunt.

"Why are you torturing me? Your quickies are never quick and I don't have enough time to cum."

I have to admit that there have been times when I have seduced my wife with the promise of a quick fuck, only to discover that once I was inside of her that I didn't want it to end. I sheepishly whispered in her ear, "So are you saying that you aren't enjoying being fucked?"

"Oh no," she breathed. "I love your cock and I really want to cum. We just really need to get going. Is this your idea of trick or treat, you evil man?"

The pleasure her cunt was caressing out of my cock was exquisite. I could easily have cum as I pushed myself in and out of her. I just didn't want to. I really wanted to savor her, not just fuck then have to jump up and dash out the door. I compromised. "Would you like to stop, and fuck some more later?" She hesitantly agreed. "If I let you cum now," I offered, "do you promise to treat me to your wonderful pussy even if we get home late? Promise to spread your legs for me tonight and let me fuck you? I want a really good fuck with you."

Jill enthusiastically agreed. I let go of her arm, which immediately slipped between us. I love the way her wrist presses against me as she fingers her clit. Watching her masturbate is a treat that always thrills me. I shifted back a little to watch her finger herself. I slowly pistoned in and out of her as I watched her. Her magnificent tits moved to the rhythm of her fingers strumming her clit. Her eyes closed and pleasure melted the concentration on her face. The way she rushed herself to orgasm was so erotic. She pressed her fingers hard and frantically, every breath laced with an excitement that held me spellbound. I had to slip my cock out of her, or I would have cum. That pushed her over the edge and she came, her delicious body writhing on the bed in front of me. It was almost too much. I drank in her body; glistening and slowly heaving as her breath slowed. "I love you," I whispered. 

It turned out that Pam's place was across town. It took a few minutes to find her block in the maze of monotone white buildings, but we still managed to be on time. Pam introduced us to Tom, her friend who would be joining us for dinner. 

"We only brought three steaks. I need to run to the store for another one," I said.

Pam dismissed my worry out of hand, "Oh, that's not a problem. I don't eat much meat any more." I was about to ask her if salad and veggies were going to be enough but she fished her keys out of her purse and said, "We have a surprise for you guys. Tom's on call and I'm house-sitting for him tonight if he has to go to the clinic. He has this amazing house. It's right up against the cemetery and someone has to be there or the kids like to play tricks. We thought we'd head over there now so we don't have to worry about driving later."

"Tell me about it," my wife replied. "We left a bowl of candy on the porch and the little brats will probably still T.P. us."

Pam rode with us, both ladies sitting in the back seat talking while we drove. Looking back in the mirror, I noticed that they'd both worn low cut tops showing a generous amount of cleavage. I adjusted the mirror, briefly sneaking a peek downward. Both ladies skirts were pushed up by the seat, showing a tantalizing view of their thighs. I finished adjusting the mirror and then discretely adjusted my uncomfortably hard cock. I stayed hard during the drive, thinking about our quick fuck. I kept sneaking a voyeuristic view of my wife's breasts; thinking about taking her magnificent nipples in my mouth and feeling them stiffen. The scent of her lingered, fueling fantasies of having my tongue in her cunt, kissing her swollen clit, and the erotic thrill of her fingers dancing across my nipples while she smothered my face with her cunt. I imagined her pussy, swollen and leaking the cum that she would milk from my cock. I fantasized about the way she looks after we fuck, her pussy slick with our cum.

We drove up to the house just as the sun was setting behind the cemetery. The headstones were silhouetted against the last of a blood red sunset. Pam let us into the house as Tom was pulling his car into the garage. "You guys are going to love this house. I think he's crazy to spend so much money remodeling a house next to a graveyard, but it's gorgeous." The house turned out to be very tastefully, and expensively appointed. The kitchen was made for entertaining. The living room's leather couches were an elegant cream against a maple hardwood floor. Tom excused himself to call his service as Pam showed us the second floor. The master bedroom was obviously decorated by a bachelor, it's king bed covered with a southwestern print. French doors led out onto a sun deck. The tombstones were abstract shapes in the gathering gloom. 

"Sometimes if you're lucky you can see people fuck in the cemetery after dark," Pam giggled. "It does have a certain appeal to it." Her remark surprised me, but then she'd always been a little odd like that. As she turned away from the balcony I could clearly see her nipples accenting her blouse in the fading sunlight. Pam was still looking good after all this time. My wife turned and winked back at me as I followed the ladies back downstairs. I began to wonder if something was up.

Tom reappeared, saying that he couldn't drink while he was on call but offered me a beer and made small talk as I got the steaks ready. The girls continued catching up over a glass of wine. Tom's practice kept him busy. He'd met Pam at a charity event, and had been friends for a couple of years. His sense of humor matched mine. As we stepped out back to start the grill he deadpanned how dead his street was tonight. His grandmother had left him the house, but rather than sell it he had decided to remodel. It was spacious, well away from the neighbors, and he had too many fond memories to let it go. He bragged about the Halloween pranks that he'd played on the neighbors over the years. While we talked I watched the gals chatting in the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. My wife kept smiling and looking out at me. I had the sense that she was looking past me, out at the graves. Tom was reaching to turn the steaks, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Pam lean towards my wife and pull at her blouse to show my wife a tattoo. I quickly looked at Tom, but his attention was still on the steaks.

The girls and I finished a bottle of wine while we ate, and started on a second one. Pam had always been fun to talk to when she wasn't the party church mouse. Tom corroborated that they were just friends, but he seemed to be flirting with her as we talked. She looked really great in her silk blouse. It fit the curves of her breasts perfectly, accentuating her figure, and making it difficult not to stare. Tom wasn't shy. I saw his eyes linger on her chest more than once. 

His cell phone rang as we sat enjoying desert. "Duty calls," he said as he pulled on his coat. "You guys have fun. I don't get too many trick-or-treaters, but sometimes the older kids move headstones into the back yard if no one's around." I heard the garage door opener humming and started thinking about how my wife and I could leave. I was torn between keeping Pam company for the evening and finding an excuse to leave so I could get my wife alone in bed.

"I noticed that you and Tom had a little innuendo going tonight," Jill said as we moved to the couch. I had noticed that too. The way he looked at Pam said that he wanted to get her in bed. "Are you guys dating?"

"No. Not really. I don't know how to explain it." she said as we sat. Pam refilled our glasses. "I don't want you to think we're a couple, or anything," she added. "I mean, we have sex. He's got a really big cock and we just sort of use each other for sex. I think he wanted to have sex tonight if he hadn't been called in. He's got this fantasy about fucking in the graveyard on Halloween. Men can be so juvenile at times."

That was too much information about Tom for me. I would have been fine heading home early, leaving them to their fun while Jill gave me my present at home. I started to change the subject when the T.V. suddenly blinked on. "Ghosts!" Pam giggled. "No, actually Tom just has it on a timer so it looks like someone's home when he's working." Fog obscured a man who's back was to the camera. He grabbed his victim by the shoulders, and forced her to her knees in front of him. Her impending doom was supposed to be terrifying, but Pam's eyes were wild watching it. She whispered "Fuck that's hot. That is like my biggest fantasy, having one of my friends push me to my knees and order me to suck his cock." I thought it might be time to ease up on the wine. As she realized what she had said her hands covered her face in embarrassment.

I have to admit that her enthusiasm was a surprise. Pam didn't drink in school. I had enjoyed catering to her kinky streak, but she had always been sober. I was even more surprised when my wife continued, "You always were kinky, with your thing for ropes. " I was about to get up and make some coffee when Jill said demurely into her wine glass, "Jim said he wants me to treat him to something kinky in the bedroom for our anniversary. Maybe you could give me some pointers?" 

I probably should have stopped drinking wine at that point, but I drained my glass. "Oh, that's right." Pam said matter-of-factly. "You said that earlier." So, that's what they had been talking about. I looked toward the kitchen not knowing where this was going. I didn't have to wait long. Pam looked at Jill seductively and said, "Well, you two should have no trouble after what we did in college." I hadn't seen that coming. I looked at Jill, then at Pam. The ladies look at each other, and smiled. 

The horror flick cast shadows in the awkward silence. Jill was the first to break the silence. "Oh, don't look so shocked. It's not like we had a wild lesbian fling. Pam and I talked after you two had your little play time. She always said she felt bad that you never got to fuck her. And tonight she's going to help me give you your present, if you ask nicely." 

I was stunned. We had fantasized about a threesome, but we had both agreed that monogamy was our thing. "Wait a sec ...," was all I managed to get out before Pam spoke up. "I brought along a few things. I hope you like your presents." She reached down next to the table and pulled two neatly wrapped packages out of a gift bag. "Go ahead! Open them!."

My light head was having trouble putting all of the pieces together. I picked at the tape on the first package. After a moment Pam chided, "Come on. You don't have to be gentle. " My fingers fumbled with the package. Jill reached over and tore the paper off in one swipe. A set of beautiful pastel scarves were wrapped in a crimson bow. I sat looking at them, recognition slowly dawning. I had tied up Pam several times with scarves likes these. 

Jill pushed the second gift into my hands with a delighted squeal, "I can't wait!." She giggled uncontrollably as I unwrapped a pair of plastic vampire fangs and a makeup kit. Then she reached over and pulled a set of nipple clamps out of her purse. "I didn't have time to wrap these. I only got them at the last minute." She leaned into me and gave me a very erotic, very wet, kiss and sang "Happy birthday ... Mr. President." Jill had given me a really great blowjob one year for my birthday, doing her best Marilyn imitation. I knew tonight was going to be special. Pam applauded, telling us that we were off to a great start. We left the dirty dishes on the table, and made our way back to the master suite. Pam opened the balcony doors and a cool breeze drifted in. Jill pushed me back on the bed and reached onto the headboard to turn on the radio. .".. leave your body at the door," Pam seductively danced and sang along. 

Jill had never been interested in being tied up, which actually had been fine with me. Pam had always told me what she wanted when her body was tied up in front of me. Watching her writhe in pleasure, pulling at the scarves had always turned me on but it was always about her. I wasn't sure what Jill was going to like, but hoped Pam would help out. Both ladies stripped to their bras and panties, and sat on the edge of the bed. Jill slipped the plastic fangs into her mouth. Pam looked really hot in black panties. Scallops of lace accented her thighs and tummy. She was every bit as sexy as I remembered, but the tattoo on her left breast was new. Her mons pushed out against the fabric, a discernible crease gracefully arced up the center. I remembered how wet her pussy was when I would pull her panties down. I had never really understood why she didn't just take them off before I tied her up, rather than having me untie her feet to slip them off and then retie her. It always got her really wet, and that was enough for me.

"Before you get any ideas," Jill intoned seriously as she adjusted her fangs, "Pam's just here to give me pointers. You are all mine." I certainly wasn't going to complain. Pam reached to unbuckle my pants as Jill slid my shirt over my head.

"Are you going to give him a trick or a treat?", Pam asked in a voice betraying her excitement. She opened the vampire makeup package, and started brushing white across my cheeks.




Love Bites



"That depends. Tell me about what you did with Pam," Jill demanded as she nipped her fangs against my neck. "I heard her side of the story in college but I want to hear yours. If you get me hot, I just might give you a treat."

My cock was already hard, but thinking back made it ache for relief. "The first time I tied her up, nothing really happened. She asked me to tie her wrists and ankles at a party. She looked really turned on when I untied her, but she acted like it was just a joke. "

Jill had begun nipping my shoulders while running her hands across my back. She looked up at me and whispered. "You're not doing a very good job. Maybe I'll have to give you a trick first." I heard Pam gasp as Jill bit her fangs playfully around my nipple. When she released it with a gentle kiss, she added "I'm sure she was just embarrassed that it turned her on. I want to hear about how you made her cum."

I didn't know what Pam had told Jill, but Pam's smile told me that it was okay to share the details with my wife. "We were alone after a party at my place when she asked me to tie her up. She said that she wanted to be naked when I tied her up," I began. "Shy Pam knew what she wanted and wasn't shy about asking for it. She left her bra and panties on, tho. It really turned her on to have me take them off while she was helpless. She had me drip wax on her wrists, ass, and her beautiful tits."

Pam moved aside when Jill nipped her way down my belly. I lifted my ass off of the bed as she pulled my pants down to my knees. I felt a mixture of erotic pleasure and a little pain as she playfully bit her fangs through my briefs into my hardening cock. "That's it. Bite it.," Pam encouraged. Pam looked really hot with her creamy breasts contrasting the black bra. I got a really great face full of cleavage as she leaned over to grab my left arm, gently tying a scarf around my wrist. Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric of her bra.

I was a little confused. "Shouldn't we be tying up Jill?" I asked.

Jill playfully slid my briefs off. "Oh no. This is for you. In fact, let's move out to the balcony." It wasn't long before these sexy women had me helplessly tied spread eagle on a lounge chair, naked and very hard. My wife seductively slipped out of her bra. Her silver dollar areola were thick and her nipples stood out with arousal and the cool night air. "Enjoying the view?" Jill teased. It was surreal. The graveyard was dimly lit by the waning moon. Jill's breasts had a milky glow in the moonlight. Pam seemed transfixed by it all.

"Pam always liked the way you made her cum, but you're still not doing a very good job." My cock twitched in response. Jill knelt on the lounge and leaned over me, drawing her wonderful breasts across my body; her nipples erotically brushing my chest. She began again, gently biting her fangs into my neck and then nipping down my chest before taking a nipple again between her plastic teeth. Her breath betrayed her excitement. "I love the way that you make me cum too." My cock jumped against her belly. After a few more kisses and nips she was taking the swollen head of my cock between her fanged lips. "So, what happened?"

The way that Pam was encouraging Jill to nip at me told me that she already knew. "Pam likes love bites. She loves having her nipples bitten and she had me practically chew on her clit with my teeth." I paused to catch my breath. Jill's ministrations were really getting to me. "The first time she came she still had her panties on. I had my fingers in her cunt while I bit her clit through them."

"Fuck, that's hot," Pam breathed. I was too distracted to notice the gleam in her eye. The doorbell rang. Pam quickly slipped into shorts and a loose T shirt, then looked back longingly as she disappeared to take care of the trick-or-treaters. I heard their "thank you's" and soon returned with a fresh bottle of wine and glasses. Jill slipped my cock out of her mouth and reached for a glass. Pam seductively slipped out of her shorts and sat next to me on a chair, her legs splayed lewdly open in the light, stroking my chest gently as she held a glass to my lips. "It's so hot when you sink your fangs into his cock. Let me see his cock between your fangs again." Jill smiled, knowing how hot Pam was getting and made a show of stretching her mouth to take my cock. Pam tipped my glass just as Jill sunk her fangs into me. It was erotic. It was excruciating. I swallowed hard to avoid drowning in wine, and let out a deep moan of fear and pleasure. It felt good, but I wasn't into pain. "Do you mind?" Pam asked Jill as she took the nipple clamps and put them gently onto my nipples. They were loose at first, but she screwed each down in turn until I moaned my appreciation. She then slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and began slowing stroking her clit under the dark fabric. I stared in rapt fascination as Pam's hand danced beneath her panties. Jill released my cock from her mouth, only to press her fangs into me again and again while Pam moaned her approval.

I was panting in frustration when she finally released me. "Did you like that?" Jill asked as she gently stroked her hand across my cock. I tore my eyes away from Pam's panties and nodded. "Good," she said as she lowered her teeth to my balls. I stared in terror, but her love nips were tender, loving, and powerfully erotic. Pam moaned into a shuddering orgasm. "Mmmm. That looked good.," Jill breathed as she slipped her fingers into her own waistband. She quickly slid her panties down her legs and onto the floor. She quickly offered her swollen pussy to my hungry mouth. I raised my head and kissed her clit. "Do you like my pussy?" My wife seemed to enjoy putting on a show for her old friend.

She smelled erotically of sex from our earlier fuck. Her scent had my cock straining for attention. Her scent and taste were thrilling. I felt my cock stiffen. I licked and kissed her pussy; telling her how beautiful she is, how hot her pussy always is, and what a treat it was to be between her legs when she still tasted of sex. I moaned as I was rewarded with the taste and feel of her slick juices. Jill started gently rolling her hips to meet my tongue."

"You can do better than that," Pam chided as she reached between us to release a clamp. The blood rushing into my nipples was excruciating. I didn't know if she was talking to me or Jill, only that the sight and scent of my wifes dripping cunt combined with the erotic pain radiating from my nipples were driving me wild. Pam pushed Jill down hard onto my face saying, "Fuck his face. Make him make you cum." My senses were overwhelmed. My wife used me as her toy, grinding her cunt into my face until she came in shuddering and panting orgasm.

As Jill relaxed, Pam poured another glass of wine. "I think that the trick-or-treaters are all done. Let's go out back." I was gently led to the back porch and out into the yard. The air was cool and refreshing on my cock, still stiff and throbbing. Jill's love bites hadn't broken the skin, but I could still feel each one. Pam disappeared back into the house, and emerged carrying my gift bag and a blanket. "Let's go into the graveyard!."

Jill shot Pam an embarrassed look. "I'm not going out there naked. What if there's a guard or something? At least you've still got your underwear on!"

"There's no guard. Anyway, you don't have to ask me twice!." Pam slipped out of her underthings, draped them over the side of the grill, and then opened the back gate. Jill didn't move, and I wasn't sure what to do since scarves still held my writes. "Come on. You have to try fucking in a cemetery, especially on Halloween. I'll bet that we're not even the only ones." 

"I don't know. It's really kind of creepy," Jill replied.

Pam blindfolded each of us and lead us out into the graveyard. We walked slowly, feeling the cool grass under our feet. Pam had been right. The dead silence of the graveyard was broken by the panting and moaning of someone else getting fingered or fucked. "I know just the place," Pam said eagerly. "It's not far." 

When she was satisfied that we were in a secluded place, Pam stopped and tied my scarves to something cold. A rusty creak and the feel of cold metal told me that it was the bars of a vault or fence around a grave. I heard Pam whisper something to Jill, and a moment later I was enjoying the warm silky feeling of my wife's warm wet cunt against my cock. I had been waiting for this all afternoon. We both moaned as she slid my hardness into her.

It was followed by an eerie, breathy moan. 

Jill stopped, her body taught with the fear of being caught.  Another eerie moan followed the first, and a throaty "Who dares defile my grave?" Jill, cold with terror, leaned down and grabbed my arms. "Whooo dares fuck with naked abandon while I sleep?" the voice demanded. Pam stammered apologies.

"Let me up," I whispered to Jill. There was something suspicious about the sound of this ghost.

"I can't. I'm terrified!" she replied hoarsely in my ear.

"I will take you into my grave, then. Each of you will serve my sexual whims forever.," the voice said with obvious pleasure.

"No!" Pam pleaded. "I lead them here. Take me and let them go!"

"I will have you here and now on my crypt, and if I enjoy your flesh I will let them go," the voice conceded. I heard the unmistakable sound of metal scraping across a wood deck. At that point I knew that something was up. I recognized that voice. I listened in the dark as Pam moaned deeply. I didn't know that ghosts could fuck, much less grunt with pleasure. My wife started giggling. 

"Jill!" cried Pam. "You'll ruin everything!"

In spite of Pam's admonishment Jill slipped my blindfold off. Pam had led us back to Tom's backyard. What I had thought was a grave was just a fence around the flower garden. Tom had put up some decorations in the brief time that we were gone. Pam was bent over the patio table up on the deck. He was naked, fucking Pam from behind. A gas brazier glowed warmly nearby.

"Don't they look hot?" Jill whispered as she started moving above me. My cock had softened, but was quickly becoming hard again. Tom was fucking Pam with slow strokes. She encouraged Jill to fuck me. 

"We couldn't get Jill to agree to fuck in the graveyard, so we had to trick you.," Tom offered. Pam was enjoying Tom's cock, and the sight of them fucking was a voyeuristic thrill. 

"I'm getting cold. Let's move closer to the fire.," Jill said softly in my ear. She helped me up, and laid me down on a blanket in the glow of the brazier. "Happy Halloween. I know you're going to like this treat," she whispered as she lowered herself onto me again. Her hands caressed my chest. 

She drew her nails across my nipples, and I moaned with pleasure. "Your pussy feels so amazing. It feels so beautiful to be inside of you again," I whispered in her ear. She shared a whispered sentiment with me as she slowly took me into her warmth. She moaned her appreciation. "Its so amazing to be inside of you after thinking about it all afternoon." With a delightful shudder she got really wet. It was difficult to keep from cumming, but I desperately wanted to enjoy her body a lot longer. The sight of Pam and Tom fucking in the dim light was very erotic. The ironic reversal of Pam free to suck Tom's cock while I was tied was sweet. I found myself pleading for little breaks as we fucked or it would have been over too soon. 

Each time Jill would slip me back back inside of her she would moan deeply and her wetness overwhelmed me. She slowly, exquisitely, drew her cunt up and down the length of my cock. The sight of her breasts, moving erotically in the glow of the fire as she fucked me was captivating. She ground down hard, taking my cock deep inside of her. It was all too much, and I again had to beg for her to stop or I would fill her cunt with my cum before I could savor her charms.

Even in the dim glow of the fire I could see that Jill's pussy was swollen and glistening. Her lips were erotically splayed open as she slid my cock out of her. She mercifully untied my wrists, and I stretched my cramped arms.

"Amatuer," Pam called as she moved to take Tom into her mouth. Jill and I watched as she took Tom all the way to his balls, then let him slip out with a glistening pearl of pre-cum and spit trailing from his cock to her lips. "You're going to have to learn how to please Jill without having to be untied," she added.

I cupped my hands over Jill's sensuous ass and urged her up toward my mouth. She rewarded me with the fantastic thrill of watching her lower her wonderful pussy onto my face. The feeling of raw sex was overwhelming and powerful. My cock was hard and throbbing, aching to be inside of her but her cunt on my face was all that I could think of. My world became the taste of her exquisite cunt, the curve of her tummy above me, and her magnificent nipples standing out from the swell of her breasts. She reached back and teased my nipples as I tongued her cunt. Then she looked down at me with lust, and slipped her fingers over her clit and started to masturbate. The taste of her wetness and the way that she ground her hot cunt into my face brought my own excitement to a thrilling peak. When she came her thighs clasped my face, capturing me in the magic of her orgasm.

Jill finally slipped off of me, laying back on the blanket with her legs splayed lewdly open. "Oh, that was so hot!" Pam said as she pushed Tom down onto the blanket next to us. "I want you to eat me like that!" she moaned to Tom as she ground her cunt over his face.

Pam and Tom were enthusiastic and great fun to watch, but I desperately needed to fuck Jill's hot cunt. I slid my cock into her, moaning how amazing she felt. Each stroke of my cock into her wet cunt sent an exquisite wave of pleasure washing over me. I fucked her slowly, wanting to savor the pleasure, but the sight of Pam grinding herself over Tom's face, moaning in pleasure, was too much for me. I came and Jill's cunt milked spasm after spasm of hot cum from me. The feeling of pushing my cock into our slick mixture of hot cum was indescribable. Pam shuddered as she came to the sounds of my own lustful pleasure.

Jill and I lay in each other's arms as Pam slipped the plastic fangs over her teeth and moved to take Tom's cock in her mouth. Her hand slipped under his balls, and he sighed deeply as she massaged the root of his cock while nipping at the tip. His hips where thrusting to meet the sensuous kisses of her mouth against his cock. I knew that he was on the edge, and moments later he groaned in pleasure as she sucked his cock greedily into her throat. Tom's body tensed with pleasure and he came with erotic grunts of pleasure. Pam gently cleaned his cock, licking her fangs in satisfaction when she was done.

After relaxing in the afterglow of our fucking we finally moved back inside the house. The horror flick had ended. A busty redhead in a black corset was introducing another movie. "You give the best presents," I whispered to my wife as we settled down to watch the show.



Love Bites Ch. 01-06



Chapter 1: Discovery

~Andreyah~

"I love you." He said as he stared at me with pale bluish- gray eyes, then I awoke.

"Damn." I muttered under my breath. 

This was the fifth time this week. It was always the same dream, those haunting eyes staring at me with devotion and love. I wondered if he was my mate but then I pushed that thought back into the recesses of my mind. I may be part Were but I think there was a flaw in the mating thing just like the one with my ability to shift. I looked into the mirror as I curled my long honey brown hair. 

"Is it time for another haircut, Andreyah?" my older sister Nella asked me. 

She was flawless of course, as she inherited more of our Were ancestors' features. She's beautiful with her slim frame and curves and her long, curly, brown hair with the black lowlights she had gotten for her 17th birthday last month. She also shifted into a gorgeous lioness. Her sharp hazel eyes and features added to her beauty. I of course only inherited the hair color. We were like night and day with our features. She's slim while I'm thick and curvy, she has long, curly hair while mine is straight and shoulder length. She has the hazel eyes of her lioness while mine are a clear chocolate brown. Our personalities are similar but different. She's crazy and bold with an even temper while, I'm shy with a very quick temper.

"Yes, Nella, it is." I replied with a smile.

It was time for a haircut as I rarely let my hair grow past my shoulders. I prefer it to my chin with a nice flip. I braced myself for her reply since she says the same thing every time. 

As if she read my mind she replied, "Maybe you could let it grow out this time?"

I refused to look at her because if I did those eyes would convince me to let my hair grow out again.

"Can you please let me get ready for prison in peace, Nella?" I asked.

"A prison? I can't believe that you still think of high school as a prison. Well, once you become a junior or find a special somebody you won't think that way." She said as she turned and left my room. I knew she was unhappy with me.

As usual, I should've held my tongue. My mouth was my biggest problem but also my greatest ally. It usually started all my problems and then helped me weasel out of them. I looked in my closet and saw my pink tank top that Nella always asked me to wear and figured maybe my wearing it would put us back on good terms. I randomly picked out a pair of jeans and my pink and white Nikes. I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling in my stomach like I was being pulled towards something or someone. 

~Alecsander~

"I'm yours." she said with love and devotion in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I love you." I said. 

Then my alarm buzzed and woke me from my dream. 

"Ugh." I groaned as I rolled over. 

It was her, my mate and all I had to recognize her by was chocolate brown eyes. 

"Breakfast is ready, sire." My assistant said as she left the room.

"I have to seek mother's advice on this after school today, father." I sent the thought out to my father telepathically. He had been the only one helping me find her. He was the one who suggested that my twin sister, Aleca, and I sign up for high school to see if I could find her. The only other characteristics I had were caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes. I rushed through the house using my amazing vampiric speed. Once I was in the kitchen I hugged cook and thanked her for the amazing breakfast that I was sure was waiting for me in the dining room. 

"'Morning father." I stated as I sat down

"You don't look well Sander." My father said with concern.

"Father, you'd sleep just as well if you had a beautiful girl haunting your dreams and you knew she was your mate but had no way to find her." I replied with slight sarcasm masking my irritation. 

"Sander, that's no way to talk to the king even if you're crown prince." Father exclaimed with false surprise. 

"Sorry father, this girl really has me on edge." I said in between bites of cooks famous blood pancakes.

"It's okay son, I remember how I was before I finally found your mother." My father said dreamily like he always did when he mentioned my mother.

"Umm... I have to get ready for school, father." I said as I rushed out of the room.

I was not in the moo d for one of his stories of "true love" and "happiness". I walked into my closet and looked for something presentable and appropriate to wear. After a second of speculation I threw on a red button-down shirt, some skinny jeans and some red and black Air Jordan's. At that precise moment I felt a tug and knew that she must have been near. 

"Father, you're a genius." I said quietly as I grabbed my book bag and rushed to the bus stop.

~Andreyah~ 

I got dressed and went into Nella's room. She was in the bathroom putting on make-up. I knocked on the door and looked through her jewelry box.

"Don't you have your own accessories?" She asked me with genuine curiosity.

"No, I don't, but I had the strangest impulse to get dolled up today." I shrugged "I guess it's just one of those days."

"Maybe your mate is pulling at you." She half joked "I had that strange impulse right before I met Jason." She declared lovingly.

"Don't joke like that Nells." I said worriedly "Just because I've been dreaming about blue-grey eyes and I'm having strange impulses doesn't mean anything. I don't shift like you and Andrey. I probably don't have a mate." I finished with less confidence and more worry.

"Yeah, you are so right Dreyah. You were put on this earth to never find a mate. Put these on." She said sarcastically as she threw some pink and white heart earrings and matching bracelets at me.

"Do I have to wear the braceletso, Nells?" I whined. 

"Yes, you do if you want to look good for your mate." She declared.

"Mate? Twin, how could you keep some like that from me?" My twin Andrey asked like his feelings were really hurt.

"I'm not keeping anything from you, Twin; Nells just thinks that my mate is pulling at me." I said as my annoyance peaked out.

"Stop fidgeting, Dreyah." Nells said. She took it upon herself to flip my hair up.

"Yeah, Twin, stop moving. Nells is making you look good for your mate." Andrey laughed.

"Put a sock in it, Drey, before I shut your mouth permanently!" I exclaimed my temper rising. 

Drey always knew how to bring the worst out of me; I guess that was his way of showing his love for me. 

"Oh please, can you two stop before I shut the both of you up permanently." Nells said angrily. 

I forgot how she got when she was in her fashion diva mode. 

When Nells was done with me I was a completely different person. She had my hair in delicate flips, my lips pink and glossy and my eyes lined in black. She made me take my jeans off and put a skirt. After much begging she let me keep my Nikes on. I would give the jeans up but never my Nikes.

"Onward to the bus, my fair ladies, before we are late." Drey said sarcastically as we left the house. 

"Do I have to look so girly, Nells?" I asked as we walked to the bus stop.

"Yes, Dreyah you do; you have to look extra fine for your mate." She retorted.

"Ugh ok." I sighed. I knew there was no sense fighting about it.

We barely made it to the bus in time and it was about to pull off as we got to the stop. One of my best friends, Jazmyn, wasn't on the bus so I chose a nice secluded seat to sit by myself. Before I knew it I drifted off to sleep.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" a very familiar voice asked. 

I looked up it, "It can't be." I mumbled and I thought I was dreaming again "It's you." I said as I looked into his pale bluish- gray eyes.

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Chapter 2: Love?

~Alecsander~

It was her; she looked so good in her pink tank top and it brought out her skin tone. 

"Father, I have found her." I exclaimed with much joy through our mental link.

"And it's you" I said as I sat down.

"I can't believe that Twin and Nells were right." She said with a look of astonishment on her face.

"I think a formal introduction needs to be made. I'm Alecsander Romero." I say as I kissed her hand "and you are..."

"Andreyah Chevalier, I've never seen you before, are you new here?" she stammered

"Yes I am, I'm starting high school late but father promised me that I could go to school for my high school education, even if it did take three years of begging for him to cave." I lied smoothly.

"Oh, I'm assuming that you were home schooled before." She said bashfully "I'm sorry, but how did you know that it was me? Are you a Were?" She asked.

"Umm, not exactly it's more of an, 'I saw you in a dream' kind of thing. I'm assuming you're a Were if I'm not one; right?" I asked to direct the attention away from me.

"I might as well tell you if we're to be mates." She mumbled "Yes and so is my twin brother, Andrey, and my older sister, Nella." She said biting her pinkly glossed lip as though she was scared to tell me anymore. 

I turned and whispered into her ear, "If you keeping biting your lips I'm going to kiss you."

That caught her off guard and she stammered a reply, "I'm sorry. I bite my lip when I'm nervous. Nells is going to kill me from ruining her masterpiece."

"Masterpiece?" I asked.

"Yeah, she thought that I was going to find you today and she dolled me up for you." She answered.

"Remind me to thank her." I replied.

"Thank me for what?" Nella said 

"Oh. You must be Nella, I'm Alecsander." I said as an introduction. "... Andreyah's mate." I finished smoothly.

Her jaw dropped, then she smiled and called a boy over who looked a lot like Andreyah.

"Drey, this is Alecsander; Dreyah's mate." She explained to the boy.

"Oh, so you're the blue eyed dude Twin keeps dreaming about." He said "Nice to meet you. I'm Andrey, her twin brother, and if you hurt her I will find you and kill you slowly and painfully." He threatened in a calm voice.

"Drey, please stop threatening my boyfriend, I mean my friend who's a boy." She stammered, sounding embarrassed.

"There is no covering that up little sister, you said boyfriend." Said Nells

"Yeah little sister, when were you going to tell mom and dad that you were dating someone?" mused Andrey.

"First of all, he isn't my boyfriend yet; second of all I wasn't covering anything up; and third of all you're only sixty seconds older than me." She huffed angrily.

"Excuse me, if I may butt in?" I asked. 

"First of all, I am your boyfriend." I confirmed "Second of all, I won't hurt her so that threat was useless." I directed towards Andrey.

"And third of all, do you want to meet my dad and mom after school today? My mom and sister just got back from their trip and I would love for you to meet them." I finished rather lamely. All of their jaws were on the ground but she looked the most shocked. 

"You're my boyfriend?" she asked 

"Yes, and you're my girlfriend." I answered.

"You want her to meet your parents already? You must truly be her mate." Andrey said the in a most serious voice.

"Yes, I'm hers and she's mine, now can you guys please leave us alone for a while?" I demanded more than asked.

They left us and I turned to look at her. She's even more beautiful when I can see her in person, with a curvy body and plush lips that I couldn't wait to have against mine. She was looking at me like I was the best thing to pop into her life and I couldn't help but laugh.

"We've been a couple for less than a minute and you're already looking at me like I'm the best thing that ever happened to you." I said happily. 

Anger flashed through her eyes and she retorted hotly, "We don't go out, you never formally asked me, and don't assume that I going to say yes, I barely know you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing "I don't assume that you're going to say yes, I know that you will."I said my own temper rising. 

"Oh yeah, how are you so sure?" she asked. 

"If my memory serves me correct you were the one who stared at me and said, 'It's you.'" I replied.

"Yeah, but you were the one who-" she started but couldn't finish because I captured those lush lips with mine.

~Andreyah~

His lips tasted like ambrosia and I felt as though I was burning from the inside out. He started to pull away, but I stilled him by putting my hands in his baby soft hair and pulling him closer. Our tongues started to play tag when we were interrupted by Andrey.

"If you want to get to school on time I suggest that you stop ripping my sister's lips off and get off the bus." He said smartly.

"Drey, back off." Nells said "They're newly found mates so it's going to be hard keep them off each other." 

"Shut up, Twin." I yelled "you're interrupting something special."

Then I captured Alecsander's lips once more to memorize the feel of them. His lips felt like velvet and his hands were soft as they ran through my hair. 

"That's how you kiss somebody, now let's get off the bus." I said confidently. I could see the shock written on all of their faces and couldn't help but laugh.

~Alecsander~

I couldn't believe that she did that. I then realized that there was much about my mate that I didn't know. It wouldn't be wise to keep my identity from her.

"Andreyah, there is something that I must tell you."

"Can it wait till we go to your house? I have to go to the library." She asked.

"Mi amor, this is very important."

"Oh, tell me at lunch ok. Come on, let me show you to your class so you know where to go and I can go to library right quick from there." She exclaimed. 

I couldn't wait for lunch and sitting through my first two blocks was torturous. There wasn't one thing my English and Math teacher could teach a 325 year old vampire prince, with origins from Spain. I ran into her twin on the way to the lunch room and we started to converse. 

"Alecsander, I know that you're lying to my sister about what you are."

"What do you mean?"

"I know what you are and I know that you love her; don't start your relationship off with lies. That's my friendly advice to you, bro." 

"Wait, how did you know?" I asked obviously shocked.

"It's my ability; I was born with the ability to sense lies and to find the hidden truth. Dreyah has an ability too, she just doesn't know it yet." He explained and then walked away with an all knowing look in his eyes.

I had a feeling that there was more to Drey than the eye could see. Little did he know that I was already planning on telling her the truth, I just hope that she's ready for it.

~Andreyah~

Physics was fun, but my friend Sarah saw right through my happiness.

"Who is he?" She inquired?

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me, Dreyah, I can smell when you lie remember."

I often forget that Sarah was Were and the fact that she was an Alpha-Princess like me. The only difference between us is that you could sense her beast a mile away if you're Were, while mine laid dormant. I could see her seniority in her bright green eyes. When we first met during our freshman year, she would always ask me to run with her. She was the first and only person to smell my lioness. One day I couldn't handle it anymore and told her about my inability to shift. She told me that that could not be possible because she smelled my lioness as soon as she was in smelling distance of me. Sarah's sense of smell was unbelievable. It was ridiculously strong even for a Were. She could smell lies and truths and she could even smell what your emotion was. The most handy use of her ability was that she could smell what kind of Were you were.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, sorry Sarah. His name is Alecsander, he's my mate but he's human."

"Human? Are you sure, I smell vampire all over you and you're lying even if you don't know it."

"He told me that he wasn't Were so I assumed that he was human." I said to reassure myself "I jumped to conclusions Sarah, that's all." 

"No honey he didn't tell you that he was vampire, he led you to believe that he was human!" She yelled angrily. She was starting to get mad and her eyes had an eerie glow to them. 

"Calm down, Sarah, I'll get to the bottom of this." I said confidently. The bell rang and I made my way to the lunch room with a mission.

~Alecsander~

I saw her walk in and went towards her. I leaned in to give her a hug and she rolled her eyes and walked away. I knew that she was angry and could only imagine why. We got our lunch and sat down. 

"Mi amor, I have to tell you something." I began

"Before you start, Alecsander, tell me one thing." She began obviously fuming, "What the hell are you, and don't lie or I swear that that... ugh!"

I took a deep breath and said, "I am a vampire prince." I paused to observe her reaction

"And......?" She asked with a gesture of her hands.

"Wait you're not shocked or appalled or anything?" I asked flabbergasted.

"No, I love you even if you are a vampire. I'm just pissed that you didn't think to tell me the truth from the beginning, Alec."

"I'm sorry, babe, I just thought that you wouldn't accept me or that you would be disgusted by the fact that your intended was a vampire."

"I would never be appalled by my intended." She exclaimed "Ever since my twelfth birthday when we found out that I couldn't shift, I thought that I was never going to find a mate either."

"You can't shift?" I asked.

"No I can't." She answered. There was a long silence before she suddenly said, "Tell me more about you." 

She was obviously changing the subject so I answered "There's not really much to say other than the fact that I have a twin sister. Her name is Aleca and she should be joining us shortly."

"Wait, did you say Aleca?" She asked.

"Yeah, Aleca Romero, why?"

"Romero? I thought that name sounded familiar you're the heir to the Romero coven, right?" She asked. 

"Yeah, my sister and I share the throne since we're twins."

"Wow! My mate is a vampire prince and a vampire twin." She said smugly, "So you're King Alexander and Queen Amanda's hidden son." she added.

"Yeah I guess you can call me their "hidden" son." I laughed I was in my own personal utopia, she was taking this so well. Now I wouldn't have to hide my true self from her.

"Since you told me about yourself I'll tell you about myself" she started "My ancestors are from a rural African tribe near Egypt. They migrated to Egypt during the time of Egypt's old kingdom. My ancestral grandmother married the pharaoh's youngest son and they had children. That makes my bloodline royal. Cleopatra and Marc Antony had children that were sent away for their own good, those children were blessed by the gods like every member of the Egyptian royal family. Their blessing was the ability to shift into lions or lionesses. All lion shifters are African, African-American, or mixed." She paused for dramatic effect, "Me, I'm mixed my dad is a French human. Since all lion shifters or Weres are of royal blood, the alpha family is chosen by how close you are to the original royal bloodline." She paused again, this time to swallow her sorrow, "I, Andreyah Thea Chevalier, younger sister of Nella Ambre Chevalier and twin of Andrey Marc Chevalier." She looked away and then stared deep into my eyes before she continued, "I am a direct descendant of Cleopatra and Marc Antony." 

She started to sob, "My brother is next in line since he's the only boy; we're twins so we have to share the throne so to say."

"Dreyah its ok, when we marry you won't have to share the throne with your brother anymore." I explained not understanding why something like that would upset her.

"You don't understand, I can't shift and that's a sign of weakness. If a female of the pride was to challenge me, I would have to give up my position. I'm an embarrassment to my family!" She cried.





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"Mi amor, no you are not. I see the love and respect your sister and brother have for you. I'm most definitely not embarrassed of you and I consider you my family."

"I'm not embarrassed of you either, Dreyah" Andrey added as he approached us "If a female of the pride dared to use your inability to shift to challenge you, I would rip their throats out." He growled menacingly.

"You would after I was done with them." Nella added with ferocity.

"Thanks guys." She said with a watery smile.

"Andreyah, there's more to you than anyone knows or expects, don't ever doubt yourself." Andrey said with that mysterious look in his eyes. There was definitely more to Andrey than I first thought.

"Sander, what's wrong with her? What have you done, you've ruined a beautiful thing before it has even started!" Aleca screamed at me.

"Hello Aleca." I said calmly, I was used to Aleca's rants. 

"Don't jump to conclusions, I was just reassuring my mate." I said with amusement clear in my voice.

"And I've just found mine." Andrey said with a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

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Chapter 3: Wow, what a coincidence

~Andrey~ 

"Excuse me, what?" she asked 

"You heard the man Aleca, he's found his mate and it's you." Alec mused "I guess you and Josh are over now, good I never liked that dude."

"Who the hell is Josh?" I asked angrily.

"Excuse you mister, Josh is my Vampire boyfriend." She said with a look on her face that was a mixture of angry and sexy. I could tell that I was going to enjoy pissing her off.

"You just signed that poor boys death warrant." Dreyah said shaking her head "My twin brother's mate is my mate's twin sister. Wow what a coincidence."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Dreyah." I said, still steaming over this Josh guy. 

"Oh please what can a human boy possibly do to my josh?" She laughed.

"You underestimate me, my sweet." I whispered softly in her ear.

"I can't believe this." Alecsander chuckled. 

"Believe what?" She asked. 

"Don't worry yourself, little sister." Alecsander answered. "Did you tell mom that we were having guests over today?"

"Guests? What are you talking about? I thought only your mate was coming." She replied confused.

"Oh no, not any more, her brother and sister are coming now." Alecsander said obviously amused.

"Me? Why am I coming?" Nella asked.

"I don't think you're going to want to miss this Nells, trust me."

"You're a snake, Sander. You knew that Josh was coming over tonight. What are you planning?" She questioned clearly getting pissed.

"Oh, you'll see." Alecsander said mysteriously.

"Alec, what are you starting?" Dreyah asked 

"Nothing that Andrey can't handle, Mi amor." He replied.

"How are we getting to your house?" Nella asked.

"We're taking my car; my father had James bring it here for us." Alecsander answered smartly.

"Nothing good will come out of this." Andreyah said worriedly shaking her head.

After lunch she was on my mind all day. I couldn't get the image of her curly midnight hair, messy after love making, or her skin flushed with the glow of a loved woman out of my head and it was driving me crazy. During the final class of the day, dreadful trigonometry, I used my gift of telepathic communication to talk to Alecsander about how to solve my problem and to somewhat ask for his blessing which was custom in Werelion society.

"Brother, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can but I don't understand how." He answered. 

"It's one of my various talents but we have a more pressing matter to discuss." I replied.

"Go ahead I'm listening." Alec responded.

"First, I want to ask you your permission to mate Aleca, as it is custom in Werelion society." I asked and explained.

He laughed before answering "You won't hear me making a fuss about you mating Aleca. I actually find it quite funny."

"Thank you, brother. Don't waste your breath asking me for my permission; it was granted way before Andreyah even met you." 

"Werelions are a very interesting species." He mused "I still don't understand why I need your permission to mate Andreyah."

"It's complicated." I started "The youngest female of a family is very special to Werelions, because she carries all the family history and proof of the bloodline." 

"I still don't really understand it, I feel like I'm missing an obvious point."

"Ok, like I said it's very complicated." I tried explaining it better "The oldest male and the youngest female are very important in a Werelion family. Since the oldest son has the heir to the family he holds the future, the youngest female inherits all of the family stories and all of the knowledge of the ancestors, so she holds past. The family is usually reluctant to let go of its history so they leave it up to the future to decide if the man is worthy to protect the family's past."

"There is much about Weres that I don't know, but I will learn to understand." He said wistfully.

"Oh yeah, brother, be prepared for visions." I said.

"Visions?" He asked.

"Yeah, visions; she will have dreams that connect an important event from the past with an event that she is going through, so be prepared."

"Ok, Drey, I'll heed to your advice, but now I must converse with my father."

"Good luck, bro, my sister isn't a neat little gift wrapped up all perfect and flawless for you." I said as a farewell to Alec.

"Good luck to you too, Andrey. You will have a hard time wooing my sister. She has fooled herself into thinking that she has already found her mate." And with that final thought he cut our mental link leaving me in the same predicament as when I opened the link. 

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Chapter 4: Time to Tango with the Vamps

~Andreyah~

We pulled up into a well groomed yard with oak trees and rosebushes everywhere. I gasped in shock when I saw past the trees and bushes. The house was magnificent, it looked a palace but I guess it would be too cliché to say that it was fit for a king. It was white with gold trimmed windows and the front door was oak with gold door knobs. There were gardeners everywhere trimming trees and planting rare beautiful black roses.

"So, how do you like my house?" Alecsander asked.

"It's magnificent, I'm awe struck." I stammered in reply.

"Look over there." He said as he pointed towards the roses "Do you know what kind of roses those are?"

"Yeah, I can't believe that you have black roses in your garden."

"It's not my garden; it's my mother's garden. She has this weird obsession with flowers." He explained. He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "She having the black roses planted especially for our mates."

"Nice to know that the family is accepting us already." Andrey sent to me telepathically. "Next thing to do is to get my mate to stop fighting the mating pull." He added with an air of frustration. 

I couldn't help but laugh at that. Twin rarely uses our ability to talk telepathically so it was plain to see that Aleca had really aggravated him with the whole 'you're not my mate' thing she had going on. As we neared the front door I held Alec's hand tighter and there were so many things running through my head like what if they didn't like me or the fact that I couldn't shift or what if Twin went all Alpha male lion on Aleca's boyfriend?

"What's wrong babe? You look like you're about to have a heart attack." Alec asked me as I gripped his hand tighter and tighter.

"Nothing's wrong, Alec, I'm just thinking that's all." I answered without loosening the death grip I had on his hand.

"Well that nothing must be something, Andreyah, you're holding my hand like it's the last time you'll get the chance to do so." He said as I let his hand go "Tell me, mi amor, what troubles you so?" He murmured against my neck 

I gave up and told him of my worries. "There's a lot of things that can go wrong and most of them involve what's wrong with me." 

"Look in my eyes, mi amor." He commanded as he gently stroked my cheek with his forefinger. I did as he said and got lost in a sea of love, hope, and dreams. "The only thing you should be worried about is you and I, no one else matters." He stated before he captured my lips with a kiss that stole my breath away. I was so dazed that didn't notice when we reached the door or when he reached around me to knock on it. The door opened and my breath was taken away by a women, no, a goddess with eyes like Alec's and hair as fair as a baby chick in the spring time. 

I distantly heard Alecsander say, "Mother this is the other half of my heart, Andreyah; Andreyah, this is the other half of my heart, Queen Amanda Romero"

She gave me a warm hug and said with a slight Spanish accent, "So this is the beauty that has been brightening my son's dreams. Your beauty lives up to its reputation."

I managed to sputter out a "Thank you, Your Highness."

"No need to be so formal Princess or is it Alpha-Princess?" She asked clearly unsure of the formalities of Were culture. 

"It's Alpha-Princess for now, Mrs. Romero." I said looking lovingly into Alec's eyes. I could tell that I was going to get along just perfectly with Mrs. Romero.

"This is my twin brother, Andrey, who is heir to the throne and..."

"Aleca's true mate, I know I sensed it the same moment he did." Mrs. Romero said cutting me off "Hello Alpha-Prince, I am so glad that someone of your character was chosen by the fates for my daughter."

"As am I." I heard a deep baritone voice say from behind Mrs. Romero. This man was obviously Alec's father. Their looks mirrored each other exactly with the only difference being that my Alec had the smooth, calculating eyes of his mother while his father had happy, piercing green eyes that made you feel welcomed.

"Don't breathe just yet sis. two down, one to go." I heard twin whisper nervously in my head.

~Alecsander ~

Father and Mother took to my mate and her family quickly. There was only one thing left to deal with and its name was Josh. I couldn't stand that little piece of shit. He was the pain in my ass that wouldn't go away. Always smiling and acting all perfect; but you know what they say when the cats away, the mouse will play. As soon as my sister turned her back on him he lost that little good boy act and I don't like two faced people. Andrey would surely put him in his place.

As if I called him out, he stepped into the room and kissed Aleca like he always does when he sees her. She started to giggle but was cut off by a very loud and territorial roar and the thought that passed through my head as Nella held Drey off was "the shit done hit the fan."

~Andrey~

My lion went ballistic as he saw that creature press his lips onto our Aleca. I couldn't hold in the territorial roar of rage even if I wanted to. I felt the familiar and gentle calming presence of my twin's lioness trying to calm me down so I could rationally think about something other than ripping this Josh guy's head off. The funny thing about Dreyah's lioness is that even though it's dormant, it has always known when my lion was in distress and it was always there to calm my little Leo down. 

Before I even knew what I was saying I instinctively said, "I challenge you, Josh, for the right to mate Aleca Romero." 

I heard Aleca say, "What the hell?" 

At the same time, Dreyah whispered, "Aw shit, poor guy." It was right before I felt my little Leo fight me for control of my body.

"I accept your challenge, foolish human!" Josh replied confidently.

As the last of my control slipped, letting my little Leo out, I heard Alecsander whisper, "No Josh, you are the foolish one." Next thing I knew I was no longer walking on two legs, I was walking on four paws, shaking my mane and roaring ferociously like the king I was destined to be.

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Chapter 5: I won, Great.

~Andrey~

I barely noticed the look of pure horror on Aleca and Josh's faces before I leapt at him. He hardly had any time to jump out of the way. My claws readied to claw at his body as I leapt again and landed on my mark this time. I had him pinned with my teeth at his throat in no time. He tried to push me off of him to no avail. I heard my mate scream in terror and turned around to make sure she was still safe. He seized that moment to throw me off of him and I hit the wall with a loud thud. At that moment I saw Andreyah holding Nella back as she tried to run and help me. I got up and shook my mane. I charged at him again but this time he was prepared and jumped in the air at the last minute. My lion was getting restless and didn't like the way this vampire smelled. He was determined to get him away from our Aleca. My Leo leapt and caught the little weasel by his arm as he tried to sneak up on us. I had him pinned again in a matter of seconds and it was over and he knew it. I let him go and shifted back into human form. Aleca was sobbing in the corner, staring at me like she hated me. Great, I thought, now I've given her another reason to dislike me. My lion convinced me to go comfort her, but as soon as I took a step toward her she backed away saying "stay away from me you bastard."

"Aleca!" her mother gasped.

"Sis," Alecsander started to say, "You have to accept the fact that Josh isn't your true mate. If he was he would have never lost that battle, he would have never lost you to anyone."

"Listen to your brother, Aleca, he speaks wisely. Male lions are willing to fight to the death to keep their mate. Andrey only stopped because he knew that it would upset you if he hurt Josh." Twin added softly.

"Oh please, do shut up! What does a Were who can't even shift possibly know about mates?" Aleca said harshly. That one comment was enough to push Nella past her dwindling patience with Aleca.

"Now you've gone too far. No one, not even the heir to the Romero coven, can talk to my sister like that." Nella growled "You need to stop being a spoiled little bitch and accept the fact that Andrey is your mate." With that said Nella walked out the room to call mom to pick her up.

My head was spinning. I always thought I would find my mate and be happy like mom and dad, but now I worried that wasn't meant to be. I surveyed my situation, my twin was in the corner crying on her mate's shoulder because of my mate and my mate was in the other corner crying her eyes out because of my older sister and I. 'This must be what hell feels like' I thought to myself. 

~Alecsander~

"Enough!" I heard father bellow as I tried to comfort my mate. "As king of the Romero coven I hereby strip Josh's right to mate my daughter, Aleca. That right now belongs to Mr. Andrey Marc Chevalier. As for you, Aleca, you need to grow up and accept him as your true mate, now go your room and think about what everyone has said to you." He turned to Andrey after she left and said, "Andrey, my son, thank you for ridding us of that nuisance, Josh. With that said I think you should go catch up with your sister."

"Father," I said after Andrey went to go catch Nella "He's a good man, he won't hurt Aleca, but I'm afraid that she's tearing him apart with what she's doing."

"Just give her time." I heard Dreyah whisper.

"My dear, I am so sorry for what my daughter said to you." Father said while he rubbed her shoulder reassuringly, "She was raised better than that but ever since she started dating that Josh guy she's been acting differently."

"My sweet daughter, do not cry anymore. We love you even if you can't shift. We're happy as long as you keep our son happy." I heard mother saying to Andreyah in French

"Thank you, mother, but how did you learn to speak French so fluently?" Andreyah answered in the same tongue.

"Sander didn't tell you?" mother replied laughing.

"Tell me what?" Dreyah asked shooting daggers at me with her eyes.

"That I was born and raised in France." Mother stated like it was a common known fact.

"Wait, how do you have a Spanish accent?" Dreyah stuttered.

"I was in Spain for many centuries my dear the accent came from speaking Spanish for so many decades." Mother answered.

"What the hell happened to my baby sister?" I heard Nicolius ask as he stormed into the room.

"Nothing has happened, if you ignore the fact that she can't accept her mate and has insulted mine." I answered smartly.

"She did what?" Nicolius said before going into a rant about how he knew that that Josh boy was a bad influence.

"I thought that you were the oldest?" I heard Andreyah say clearly confused.

"I'm not, my older brother Nicolius is, but he gave up his right to the throne when he left to join his mate's coven."

"Why'd he do that?" She asked "I thought that the girl was suppose to go to her husband's coven."

"Usually she would but in this case, his mate was the only heir to the throne and her father didn't want the males in his coven fighting for the throne. So Nicolius went to her coven and took her last name to eliminate any unnecessary complications.

"Wow that was noble of him."

"Damn right it was noble." Nicolius said " Despite Aleca's behavior, we were all raised purely on nobility and honesty. Nice to meet you, little sister. I'm Nicolius Rhaine of the Rhaine coven in Europe" Nicolius said as he hugged her.

~Aleca~

I felt as though my whole world had been torn apart. I was no longer in love with Josh and it scared me. I was afraid to fall in love with Andrey even though he was the epitome of pure sexiness. His eyes were like liquid amber and it was hard not to drown in them. His hair 

looked like it was as soft as an angel's wings with a delicate wave in it and I would die to have my hair as brown as his. The honey brown of his hair went together perfectly with the amber of his eyes. He has the body of Adonis, it was perfectly chiseled and was covered with a light caramel skin. Just looking at him made me want to cave. My only problem was that he was a Were. I had a terrible experience with a Were when I was younger and I don't know if I'll ever trust Weres again. But that still wasn't an excuse for how I treated sweet little Andreyah. All she was trying to do was help me and I lashed out on her. "You know what you have to do little one." I heard Nicolius say. I should have known that he would come back after he found out that I was deeply upset. Nicolius had a sixth sense when it came down to me and Sander; he specifically knows when we need him even if we don't know it ourselves. He must have felt how upset I was and come all the way home from his honeymoon. He obviously had help from April. "April teleported you here didn't she." I sighed.

"Yeah, she was worried sick about you kid; what happened?" I told him everything from the moment I felt the mating pull till when Andrey defeated Josh.

"I want to meet this kid, Andrey, before I leave." Nicolius said with I big grin on his face, "I like him already."

"Good to know that I'm liked by so many people." Andrey said wearily as he walked into the room. I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating as soon as he walked in and started speaking. His voice was deep and sexily rumbled when he spoke. His lips looked delectable and I found myself wondering how they tasted.

"You must be Mr. Andrey himself." Nicolius said as he appraised Andrey's worth as if he were an item and not a person. He then smiled and said, "Congrats on the win my man."

"Thanks, umm, I don't mean to be rude but your sister and I really need to talk."

I shot Nicolius a pleading look but he still said, "Sure no problem." and walked out closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry Aleca, I didn't mean to upset you earlier." He said bashfully.

"No, Andrey, it should be me apologizing. I got upset because I'm scared of loving you and am walking into unfamiliar territory." I said with a sigh.

"Don't be, Aleca." He said lovingly "I'll be with you every step of the way and I won't let anyone or anything hurt you. You just have to trust me." He said.




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"I don't know if I can." I whispered.

"You can trust me Aleca." He said again reaching across the bed and pulling me 

closer to heaven. "You're everything to me."

"I don't know if I can." I cried.

"Sshhh, don't cry love and just do your best." He said nuzzling my neck and purring like a cat.

"Ok, I'll try." I said defeated.

"That's all I'll ever ask for love." He said before pressing his lips to mine in a sensual and loving kiss. Part of me was elated while the other was terrified of what was to come. I pushed the scared part to the side for a moment and enjoyed the love and security my mate offered through his kiss.

~Josh~

"I'll teach that damned cat to fuck with me and steal my girl." I thought as a drove away from my Aleca, my possession. That cat has no idea who he's messing with, I thought, "And once something's mine, it's mine until I decide to get rid of it and I was nowhere near done with sweet little Aleca and her midnight curls and blue-grey eyes."

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Chapter 6: The Past,Why Can't I Get Over the Past?

*Author's Note:Pay close attention to the flash back ;)

~Andreyah~

I awoke in a cold sweat gasping for air. It was the same terrible dream I'd been having since I'd met that creep, Josh. Well it wasn't the exact same dream, it was more of the same terrible ending; Andrey losing Aleca to that no good piece of shit. At first I just thought it was my reaction to the vampire and the fight but now I realized and feared it might be more. I got up and appraised myself in the mirror and looked for any hint of my lioness. I'd learned to cope with the empty feeling but that didn't mean that I'd learned to accept it. Alec told me every day to just be patient and wait until she was ready to come out, but he wasn't there during my first shift. Just thinking about that day sent shivers down my spine and just like that an unwanted, haunting memory was upon me.

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Flashback: 12 years ago

"Hurry up Twin, Mom's taking us to the mall today." Andrey said his curls bouncing with him as he jumped up and down.

"I'm coming Twin, just wait a minute." I said groggily as I put my shoes on. He had woken me up earlier that morning, barely containing his excitement. We rarely got any alone time with our mother and we valued every precious moment we spent with her. Little did Mom and Twin know, I had had the worst nightmare the night before but the only thing I could remember were feelings of loneliness and confusion. I also remembered a wonderful feeling climbing up my spine as a beautiful man with blue-gray eyes rescued me. I didn't know it then but that was when I first felt the mating pull.

"Ok, my little cubs, lets go before the mall gets too crowded." Mother said as she ushered us into the car. "Wait." she said as she counted us "One, two, where's number three?"

"She's sick and wants to stay home with Daddy." Andrey and I said at the same time. Those were the days when our twin telepathy never failed us.

We got to the mall just as a crowd was starting to form. Mother was franticly looking for a gift for father's birthday while Twin and I talked and giggled and soaked up the quality time we had with our mother. We ate lunch around noon and mother let Twin and I pick out new toys at Toys-R-Us. It was the perfect beginning for a wondrous day, or so I thought. To this day, I can't remember how I got separated from mother and Twin but all I know is that I felt that same horrible feeling that I had felt in my dream and I was franticly looking for either my mother, Twin or those blue-gray eyes from my dream to save and protect me. What a naïve hope that was. It wasn't my mom, my twin, or my blue eyed savior that found me. A kind looking man came up to me and said softly "Hey sweetie, are you okay?" and my instincts were screaming at me to turn around run but I was captivated by his blue eyes, mistakenly thinking that he was the knight from my dream. 

"No," I cried "I can't find my mommy or my brother and I'm scared."

"Please don't cry little sweetling." He said as he dropped to one knee to be my height. At that moment I noticed that his blue eyes glowed like those of the man in my dream and all of my doubts flew out the window.

"Do you know how to get your house?" He asked. I shook my head yes and stuck my thumb in my mouth.

"Okay then, come on, I'll take you home." He said holding out his hand. Grabbing his hand was the worst mistake of my life. 

The things he did to me were horrific and when I, or rather my lioness, couldn't take it anymore I shifted for the first time and slaughtered him while he was still inside of me. After that I blacked out and awoke in a bed tied down while still in my lioness form. She panicked struggling against the ropes that I was bound with. We thrashed around till we blacked out again. The next time I awoke it was to the sounds of a sorrow filled sobbing. My lioness smelled Twin and ignored the beautiful woman turning to him. They tried everything in their power to get me to shift but nothing worked. The pride doctor told them that my ordeal was so traumatic that lioness was in full fledged protection mode and that she wouldn't let me shift back to human form until I was ready. That's last thing I remember about being in lioness form. My next memory is after I awoke again but I was in my own bed and I was in human form. 

I never talked about what happened to me even though it was quite obvious that I was sexually abused. My parents tried everything to get me to tell them what had happened but I wouldn't open my mouth. The only person I ever told what happened to was my twin, who would best understand my pain. When I asked him why my hair was now shorter he said that when I awoke in my room, it wasn't my first time waking up in human form. He told me that I woke up screaming that my captor was going to use my hair to hold me down and that I had to cut it. He said that I ran out of the room into to bathroom and that I tried to cut it with our kid-safe scissors. They had to put me in an induced sleep so I wouldn't hurt myself. Later, he would tell me that I was missing for a week and when I asked why I didn't remember anything from my time of captivity he said that he heard the doctor say that I was repressing my memories to protect myself.

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The sound of my mate's voice shook me out of my memory. "Babe, what are you thinking about that has your thoughts in such turmoil?" Alecsander asked from on my bed.

"Ummm, nothing; what are you doing here?" I asked to redirect the attention from me

"I'm hurt, babe." He said pretending to sound like his feelings were hurt "Did you forget that I was coming over for dinner tonight?"

"Of course not, silly." I said, joining him on the bed and laying my head on his shoulder. "I was just so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice how late it was."

"I can't wait to get inside of your pretty little head." He said capturing my lips, "What's troubling your mind today, mi amor?" 

"Nothing much, babe, just another dream and well, it's more of a nightmare." I said.

"Tell me about it." He said.

"Well there's not much to tell I don't remember anything but the ending and it's different every time." I cried.

"Shhh my love, just tell me what happened in your dream." He whispered in my ear. 

His face turned to a mask of horror as I told him everything I could remember that happened in every dream I had for the past week.

"We have to go see Andrey immediately." He said as he dragged me across the hall into Andrey's room. 

~Andrey~

You would have thought that having Aleca finally accept me would give me peace of mind, right? Ha! Yeah right! If you think that then you really have the wrong lion. My life is forever complicated. My sister would choose now, the day of our 18th birthday and the day when I can finally claim Aleca, to dwell on the incident that led to her losing her lioness. I know that she doesn't know that I'm an empath with her. Hell, I don't even know what that means. 

"What a way to wake up." I say just as the annoying buzz of my phone awoke me from my thoughts. That annoyance turned into joy when I realized whose ring tone it was Bruno Mars' "Just the Way You Are" was playing and I answered the phone with a smile on my face. 

"Hey sexy." I said 

"Good morning sleepy head. I love the way you sound in the morning." A sexily cheery voice said. 

"I bet you do." I chuckled "But moving on to something more serious, why'd you call?" I asked.

"First, to wish you a Happy Birthday of course! Oh, and I called to talk to your sister but neither her or Sander are picking up their phones. I will never understand the need for these silly contraptions if no one ever picks them up. I mean they were all right when they first came out but now it's like........" she went on and on about cell phones and how it was when people sent letters. 

"Wait! Aleca, slow down honey, why did you call me in the first place? You said something about my sister..?" I asked.

"Oh yes, your sister, I wanted to talk to her about going shopping to pick out what we're going to wear to the party Saturday."

"Oh. Well, I'll go get, well never mind, I'll call back later, sweetness. It seems as though my sister knows when she's being talked about. I'll have her call you." I said as I hung up the phone. I was surprised when I looked up and saw Alec instead of Andreyah like I expected.

"Andrey, remember when you told me to watch out for visions?" Alec asked in a rush. 

"Yeah, why?" I replied clearly confused.

"Well, I think Aleca's in danger and when I say danger I mean life or death danger."

~Aleca~

I sat there in shock wondering why he hung up so abruptly. "Oh well." I thought to myself "At least I know he loves me." Or that nagging voice in my head said, 'at least I think he does.' "No!" I thought "I will not think like that. Just because one Were hurt me doesn't mean that they are all the same. I mean, neither Andrey or Andreyah have ever had any intentions to harm me..... I think?" I ended unconvincingly "Ughh!" I growled under my breath. I really need to tell somebody what happened. I spent the better part of an hour trying to convince myself to talk to somebody. "I'm going to tell someone today." I said aloud.

"Tell somebody what?" A soft voice said from my doorway.

"Shit!" I said as I stared into Andreyah's eyes.

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-Another Author's Note: Please feel free to post any predictions (particularly about the reasons for the flashback). Oh yeah, don't worry about Aleca. You'll soon know her back story. And lastly another shout out to cannd, this was for you :D 



Love Bites Ch. 02



Sorry about all the "A" names I don't know what I was thinking when I did that. To help clear something else up Andrey and Andreyah are twins "Twin" is thier nick name for each other. I know its confusing, but when I started writing this story the charecters told me what they wanted and I complied. Enjoy the second chapter and the exciting twist. 

~Lioness_Queen

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Alecsander

It was her; she looked so good in her pink tank top and white skirt. Her curves were visible and so were her long, toned, and caramel legs. I felt my self harden instantly 

"Father I have found her." I exclaimed with much joy through our mental link.

"And it's you" I said as I sat down.

"I can't believe that Twin and Nells were right" she said with a look of astonishment on her face.

"I think a formal introduction needs to be placed I'm Alecsander Romero." I say as I kiss her hand "and you are..."

"Andreyah Chevalier, I've never seen you before are you new here?" she stammered

"Yes I am, I'm starting high school late but father promised me that I could go to school for my high school education, even if it did take three years of begging for him to cave." I lied smoothly

"Oh, I'm assuming that you were home schooled before. She said bashfully "I'm sorry, but how did you know that it was me are you a Were?" she asked.

"Umm not exactly it's more of an, I saw you in a dream kind of thing, I'm assuming you're a Were if I'm not one; right?" I asked to direct the attention away from me

"I might as well tell you if we're to be mates." She mumbled "yes and so is my twin brother Andrey and my older sister Nella." She said biting her pinkly glossed lip as though she was scared to tell me anymore. 

I turned and whispered into her ear "if you keeping biting your lips I'm going to kiss you."

That caught her of guard and she stammered a reply "I'm sorry. I bite my lip when I'm nervous Nells is going to kill me from ruining her master piece."

"Masterpiece?" I asked

"Yeah she thought that I was going to find you today and she dolled me up for you." She answered.

"Remind me to thank her." I replied.

"Thank me for what?" Nella said 

"Oh. You must be Nella, I'm Alecsander." I said as an introduction. "... Andreyah's mate." I finished smoothly.

Her jaw dropped, then she smiled and called a boy over, he looked a lot like Andreyah.

"Drey this is Alecsander; Dreyah's mate." She explained to the boy.

"Oh, so you're the blue eyed dude Twin keeps dreaming about." He said "Nice to meet you I'm Andrey, her twin brother and if you hurt her I will find you and kill you slowly and painfully." He threatened

"Drey please stop threatening my boyfriend I mean my friend who's a boy." She stammered embarrassedly.

"There is no covering that up little sister, you said boyfriend." Said Nells

"Yeah little sister, when were you going to tell mom and dad that you were dating someone?" mused Andrey.

"First of all he isn't my boyfriend yet; second of all I wasn't covering anything up, third of all you're only sixty seconds older than me." She huffed angrily.

"Excuse me, if I may but in." I asked 

"First of all I am your boyfriend." I confirmed "Second of all I won't hurt her so that threat was useless." I directed towards Andrey.

"And third of all do you want to meet my dad and mom after school today, my mom and sister just got back from her trip and I would love for you to meet her." I finished rather lamely. All of their jaws were on the ground but she looked the most shocked.  

"You're my boyfriend?" she asked 

"Yes, and you're my girlfriend." I answered.

"You want her to meet your parents already? You must truly be her mate." Andrey said the most serious I ever heard him.

"Yes I'm hers and she's mine, now can you guys please leave us alone for a while?" I demanded more than asked.

They left us and I turned to look at her. She's even more beautiful when I can see her in person with a curvy body and plush lips that I couldn't wait to have against mine. She was looking at me like I was the best thing to pop up into her life and I couldn't help but laugh.

"We've been a couple for less than a minute and you're already looking at me like I'm the best thing that ever happened to you." I said happily 

Anger flashed through her eyes and she retorted hotly "We don't "go out", you never formally asked me, and don't assume that I going to say yes, I barely know you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing "I don't assume that you're going to say yes, I know that you will."I said my own temper rising 

"Oh yeah, how are you so sure?" she asked 

"If my memory serves me correct you were the one who stared at me and said 'it's you.'" I replied

"Yeah but you were the one who-" she started but couldn't finish because I captured those lush lips with mine.

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Andreyah

His lips tasted like ambrosia and I felt as though I was burning from the inside out. He started to pull away, but I stilled him by putting my hands in his baby soft hair and pulling him closer. Our tongues started to play tag when we were interrupted by Andrey

"If you want to get to school on time I suggest that you stop ripping my sister's lips off and get off the bus." He said smartly

"Drey back off." Nells said "they're newly found mates it's going to be hard keep them off each other" 

"Shut up Twin." I yelled "you're interrupting something special."

Then I captured Alecsander's lips once more to memorize the feel of them. His lips felt like velvet and his hands were soft as they ran through my hair.

"That's how you kiss somebody now let's get off the bus." I said confidently. I could see the shock written on all of their faces and couldn't help but laugh.

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Alecsander

I couldn't believe that she did that. I then realized that it was much about my mate that I didn't know. It wouldn't be wise to keep my identity from her.

"Andreyah, there is something that I must tell you."

"Can it wait till we go to your house, I have to go to the library?" she asked

"Mi amor, this is very important."

"Oh, tell me at lunch ok. Come on let me show you to your class so you know where to go and I can go to library right quick." She exclaimed 

I couldn't wait for lunch and sitting through my first two blocks was torturous. There is not one thing my English and math teacher could teach a 325 year old vampire prince, with origins from Spain. I ran into her twin on the way to the lunch room and we started to converse. 

"Alecsander, I know that you're lying to my sister about what you are."

"What do you mean?"

"I know what you are and I know that you love her; don't start your relationship off with lies. That's my friendly advice to you bro." 

"Wait how did you know?" I asked obviously shocked.

"It's my ability; I was born with the ability to sense lies and to find the hidden truth. Dreyah has an ability to, she just doesn't know it yet." He explained then walked away with an all knowing look in his eyes.

I had a feeling that Drey was more than the eye could see. Little did he know that I was already planning on telling her the truth, I just hope that she's ready for it.

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Andreyah

Physics was fun, but my friend Sarah saw right through my happiness.

"Who is he?" she inquired 

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't lie Dreyah, I can smell when you lie remember."

I often forget that Sarah's Were; let alone the fact that she's an Alpha-Princess like me. The only difference between us is that you can sense her beast a mile away (if you're Were), while mine lays dormant. I can see her seniority in her bright green eyes. When we first met during our freshman year she would always ask me to run with her. She is the first and only person to smell my lioness. One day I couldn't handle it anymore and told her about my inability to shift. She told me that that could not be possible because she smelled my lioness as soon as she was in smelling distance of me. Sarah's sense of smell is unbelievable. It's ridiculously strong even for a Were. She can smell lies and truths she can even smell what your emotion is. The most handy use of her ability is that she can smell what kind of Were you are.

"Oh yeah I forgot sorry Sarah. His name is Alecsander, he's my mate but he's human."

"Human? Are you sure, I smell vampire all over you and you're lying even if you don't know it."

"He told me that he wasn't Were so I assumed that he was human." I said to reassure myself "I jumped to conclusions Sarah that's all." 

"No honey he didn't tell you that he was vampire, he led you to believe that he was human!" she yelled angrily. She was starting to get mad; her eyes had an eerie glow to them. 

"Calm down Sarah, I'll get to the bottom of this." I said confidently. The ball rung and I made my way to the lunch room with a mission.

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Alecsander

I saw her walk in and went towards her. I leaned in to give her a hug and she rolled her eyes and walked away. I knew that she was angry and could only imagine why. We got our lunch and sat down. 

"Mi amor, I have to tell you something." I began

"Before you start Alecsander, tell me one thing." She began obviously fuming "what the hell are you and don't lie or I swear that that... ugh!"

I took a deep breath and said "I am a vampire prince" I paused to observe her reaction

"And......?" she asked with a gesture of her hands

"Wait you're not shocked or appalled or anything" I asked flabbergasted

"No, I love you even if you are a vampire. I'm just pissed that you didn't think to tell me the truth from the beginning Alec."

"I'm sorry bae I just thought that you wouldn't accept me or that you would be disgusted by the fact that your intended was a vampire."

"I would never be appalled by my intended." She exclaimed "ever since my twelfth birthday when we found out that I couldn't shift I thought that I was never to find a mate."

"You can't shift?" I asked.

"No I can't" she answered. There was a long silence that was filled when she suddenly said "tell me more about you." 

"There's not really much to say other than the fact that I have a twin sister. Her name is Aleca she should be joining us shortly.

"Wait, did you say Aleca?" she asked

"Yeah Aleca Romero, why"

"Romero? I thought that name sounded familiar you're the heir to the Romero coven, right?" she asked. 

"Yeah, my sister and I share the throne since we're twins."

"Wow! My mate is a vampire prince and a vampire twin." She said smugly "so you're King Alexander and Queen Amanda's hidden son." she added

"Yeah I guess you can call me their "hidden" son." I laughed I was in my own personal utopia, she was taking this so well. Now I won't have to hide myself from her.

"Since you told me about yourself I'll you about myself" she started "my ancestors are from a rural African tribe near Egypt. They migrated to Egypt during Egypt's old kingdom. My ancestral grandmother married the pharaoh's youngest son and they had children. That makes my bloodline royal. Cleopatra and Marc Antony had children that were sent away for their own good, those children were blessed by the gods like every member of the Egyptian royal family. Their blessing was the ability to shift into lions or lionesses. All lion shifters are African, African-American, or mixed." She paused for dramatic affect "Me, I'm mixed my dad is a French human. Since all lion shifters or Weres are of royal blood the alpha family is chosen by how close you are to the original royal bloodline." She paused again this time to swallow her sorrow "I Andreyah Thea Chevalier younger sister of Nella Ambre Chevalier and twin of Andrey Marc Chevalier." She looked away then stared deep into my eyes before she continued "I am a direct descendant of Cleopatra and Marc Antony." 

She started to sob "my brother is next in line since he's the only boy; we're twins so we have to share the throne so to say."

"Dreyah its ok, when we marry you won't have to share the throne with your brother anymore." I explained not understanding why something like that would upset her.

"You don't understand, I can't shift and that's a sign of weakness. If a female of the pride was to challenge me, I would have to give up my position off rip. I'm an embarrassment to my family!" she cried

"Mi amor, no you are not. I see the love and respect your sister and brother have for you. I'm most definitely not embarrassed of you and I consider you my family."

"I'm not embarrassed of you either Dreyah" Andrey added as he approached us "if a female of the pride dared to use your inability to shift to challenge you, I would rip their throats out." He growled menacingly.

"You will after I'm done with them." Nella added with ferocity.

"Thanks guys." She said with a watery smile

"Andreyah, there's more to you than anyone knows or expects, don't ever doubt yourself." Andrey said with that mysterious look in his eyes. There was definitely more to Andrey than I first thought.

"Sander, what's wrong with her? What have you done, you've ruined a beautiful thing before it has even started!" Aleca screamed at me.

"Hello Aleca." I said calmly I was used to Aleca's rants "Don't jump to conclusions I was just reassuring my mate." I said with amusement clear in my voice.

"And I've just found mine." Andrey said with a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

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Please comment and tell me what you think about the twist. I don't know if I want to lock Andrey's story in my story vault for future reference.

~ Lioness_Queen



Love Bites Ch. 03



I know guys i'm sorry but writers block hit me hard. Here's the long awaited third chapter, chapter 4 is already written so comment fast if you want me to answer any questions in chapter 4 ~ Lioness_Queen

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Andrey

"Excuse me, what?" she asked 

"You heard the man Aleca, he's found his mate and it's you." Alec mused "I guess you and Josh are over now, good I never liked that dude."

"Who the hell is Josh?" I asked angrily.

"Excuse you mister, Josh is my Vampire boyfriend." She said with a look on her face that was a mixture of angry and sexy. I could tell that I was going to enjoy pissing her off.

"You just signed that poor boys death warrant." Dreyah said shaking her head "my twin brother's mate is my mate's twin sister. Wow what a coincidence."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious Dreyah." I said 

"Oh please what can a human boy possibly do to my josh?" She laughed

"You under estimate me my sweet." I whispered softly in her ear

"I can't believe this." Alecsander chuckled 

"Believe what?" she asked

"Don't worry yourself little sister." Alecsander answered. "Did you tell mom that we were having guests over today?"

"Guests, what are you talking about? I thought only your mate was coming." She replied confused

"Oh no, not any more, her brother and sister are coming now." Alecsander said obviously amused

"Me, why am I coming?" Nella asked

"I don't think you're going to want to miss this Nells, trust me."

"You're a snake Sander. You know that Josh was coming over tonight what are you planning?" she questioned clearly getting pissed off.

"Oh you'll see." Alecsander said mysteriously

"Alec what are you starting?" Dreyah asked 

"Nothing, that Andrey can't handle Mi amor." He replied

"How are we getting to your house?" Nella asked

"We're taking my car; my father had James bring it here for us." Alecsander answered smartly

"Nothing good will come out of this." Andreyah said worriedly shaking her head.

After lunch she was on my mind all day. I couldn't get the image of her curly midnight hair messy after love making, or her skin flushed with the all knowing glow of a loved woman out of my head and it was driving me crazy. During the final class of the day, dreadful trigonometry, I used my gift of telepathic communication to talk to Alecsander about how to solve my problem and to somewhat ask for his blessing which was custom in Werelion society.

"Brother, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can but I don't understand how." He answered 

"It's one of my various talents but we have more pressing matter to discuss." I replied

"Go ahead I'm listening."

"First, I want to ask you your permission to mate Aleca, as it is custom in Werelion society." I asked/explained.

He laughed before answering "you won't hear me making a fuss about you mating Aleca I actually find it quite funny."

"Thank you brother. Don't waste your breath asking me for my permission; it was granted way before Andreyah even met you." 

"Werelions are a very interesting species." He mused "I still don't understand why I need your permission to mate Andreyah."

"It's complicated." I started "The youngest female of a family is very specially to Werelions, because she carries all the family history and proof of the bloodline." 

"I still don't really understand it, I feel like I'm missing an obvious point."

"Ok, like I said it's very complicated." I tried explaining it better "The oldest male and the youngest female are very important in a Werelion family. Since the oldest son has the heir to the family he holds the future, the youngest female inherits all of the family stories and all of the knowledge ancestors so she holds past. The family is usually reluctant to let go of its history so they leave it up to the future to decide if the man is worthy to handle the family's past."

"There is much about Weres that I don't know, but I will learn to understand." He said wistfully

"Oh yeah, brother be prepared for visions." I said 

"Visions?" he asked

"Yeah, visions; she will have dreams that connect an important event from the past with an event that she is going through, so be prepared."

"Ok Drey I'll heed to your advice, but know I must converse with my father."

"Good luck bro, my sister isn't a neat little gift wrapped up all perfect and flawless for you." I said as a farewell.

"Good luck to you too Andrey. You will have a hard time wooing my sister. She has fooled herself into thinking that she has already found her mate." And with that final thought he cut our mental link leaving me in the same predicament as when I opened the link. 



Love Bites Ch. 04



I know I Know it took me a hell of a long time to post this but hey i had school and i wrote the other chapter already. So....... Enjoy!!!

~ Lioness_Queen



Andreyah

We pulled up into a well groomed yard, with oak trees and rosebushes everywhere. I gasped in shock when I saw pass the trees and bushes. The house was magnificent, it looked a palace but I guess it would be to cliché to say that it was fit for a king. It was white with gold trimmed windows; the front door was oak with gold door knobs. There were gardeners everywhere griming trees and planting rare beautiful black roses.

"So, how do you like my house?" Alecsander asked

"It's magnificent, I'm awe struck." I stammered in reply

"Look over there." He said as he pointed towards the roses "Do you know what kind of roses those are?"

"Yeah, I can't believe that you have block roses in your garden."

"It's not my garden; it's my mother's garden. She has this weird obsession with flowers." He explained. He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear "She planted the black roses especially for our mates."

"Nice to know that the family's accepting us already." Andrey sent to me telepathically "next thing to do is to get my mate to stop fighting the mating pull." He added with detest 

I couldn't help but laugh at that. Twin rarely uses our ability to talk telepathically so it was plain to see that Aleca was really aggravating him with the whole you're not my mate thing she has going on. As we neared the front door I held Alec's hand tighter, there were so many things running through my head like what if they didn't like me or the fact that I couldn't shift or what if Twin went all Alpha male lion on Aleca's boyfriend. 

"What's wrong babe, you look like you're about to have a heart attack." Alec asked me as I gripped his hand tighter and tighter

"Nothing's wrong Alec, I'm just thinking that's all." I answered without loosening the death grip I had on his hand.

"Well that nothing must be something Andreyah, you're holding my hand like it's the last time you'll get the chance to do so." He said as I let his hand go "Tell me mi amor what troubles you so." He murmured against my neck 

I gave up and told him of my worries. "There's a lot of thing that can go wrong and most of them involve something being wrong with me." 

"Look in my eyes mi amor" he commanded as he gently stroked my cheek with his fore finger. I did as he said and got lost in a sea of love, hope, and dreams. "The only thing you should be worried about is me and you, no one else matters." He stated before he captured my lips with a kiss that stole my breath away I was so dazed that didn't notice when we reached the door or when he reached around me to knock on it. The door opened and my breath was taken away by a women, no, a goddess with eyes like Alec's and hair as fair as a baby chick in the spring time. 

I distantly heard Alecsander say "Mother this half of my heart Andreyah; Andreyah this is the other half to my heart Queen Amanda Romero"

She gave me a warm hug and said with a slight Spanish accent "so this is the beauty that has been brightening my son's dreams. Your beauty lives up to its repertoire."

I managed to sputter out a "tthank you your highness"

"No need to be so formal princess or is it alpha princess?" she asked clearly unsure of the formalities of were culture. 

"Its alpha princess for now Mrs. Romero." I said looking lovingly into Alec's eyes. I could tell that I was going to get just perfectly with Mrs. Romero.

"This is my twin Brother Andrey who is heir to the throne and..."

"Aleca's true mate, I know I sensed it the same moment he did." Mrs. Romero said cutting me off "Hello Alpha Prince, I am so glad that someone of your character was chosen by the fates for my daughter."

"As am I" I heard a deep baritone say from behind Mrs. Romero. This man was obviously Alec's father. Their looks were mirrored exactly the only difference was that my Alec had the smooth calculating eyes of his mother while his father had happy piercing green eyes that made you feel welcomed 

"Don't breathe just yet sis. 2 down 1 to go." I heard twin whisper nervously in my head.

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Alecsander 

Father and mother took to my mate and her family quickly. There was only thing left to deal with and its name was Josh. I couldn't stand that little piece of shit. He was the pain in my ass that wouldn't go away. Always smiling and acting all perfect; but you know what they when the cats away the mouse will play. As soon as my sister turns her back on him he loses that little good boy act and I don't like two faced people. Andrey will surely put him in his place.

As if I called him out he stepped into the room and kissed Aleca like he always does when he sees her she started to giggle but was cut off by a very loud and territorial roar the thought that passed through my head as Nella held Drey off was "the shit done hit the fan"

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Andrey

My lion went ballistic as he saw that creature press his lips onto our Aleca. I couldn't hold in the territorial roar of rage even if I wanted to. I felt the familiar and gentle calming presence of my twin's lioness trying to calm my down so I could rationally think about something other than ripping this josh guy's head off. The funny thing about Dreyah's lioness is that even though it's dormant it has always known when my lion was in distress and it was always there to calm my little Leo down. 

Before I even knew what I was saying I instinctively said "I challenge you josh for the right to mate Aleca Romero." I heard Aleca say what the hell at the same time Dreyah whispered aw shit poor guy. Right before I felt my little Leo fight me for control of my body

"I accept your challenge foolish human!" Josh replied confidently.

As the last of my control slip to let my little Leo out I heard Alecsander whisper "no josh you are the foolish one." Next thing I knew I was no longer walking on two legs, I was walking on four paws, shaking my mane and roaring ferociously like the king I was destined to be.



Love Bites Ch. 05



here goes the next chapter i posted this one quicker to make up for how long i didnt post anything. Enjoy!

Lioness_Queen

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I barely noticed the look of pure horror on Aleca and josh's face before I leapt at him. He hardly had any time to jump out of the way. My claws started to claw at his body as leaped again landing on my mark this time. I had him pinned with my teeth at his throat in no time. He tried to push me off of him to no avail. I heard my mate scream in terror and turned around to make sure she was still safe. He seized that moment to through me off of him, I hit the wall with a loud thud. At that moment I saw Andreyah holding Nella back as she tried to run and help me. I got up and shook my mane. I charged him again but this time he was prepared and jumped in the air at the last minute. My lion was getting restless and took over, my little Leo didn't like the way this vampire smelled and was determined to get him away from our Aleca. My Leo leaped and caught the little weasel by his arm as he tried to sneak up on us. I had him pinned again in a matter of seconds, it was over and he knew it. I let him go and shifted back into human form. Aleca was sobbing in the corner staring at me like she hated me. Great I thought now I've given her another reason to dislike me. My lion convinced me to go comfort her, but as soon as I 

took a step toward her she backed away saying "stay away from me you bastard"

"Aleca!" her mother gasped

"Sis," Alecsander started to say "you have to accept the fact that Josh isn't your true mate. If he was he would have never lost that battle, he would have never lost you to anyone person."

"Listen to your brother Aleca he speaks wisely. Male lions are willing to fight to the death to keep their mate. Andrey only stopped because he knew that it would upset you if he hurt Josh." twin added softly.

"Oh please do shut up what does were who can't even shift possibly know about mates?" Aleca said harshly. That one comment was enough to push Nella pass her patience with Aleca.

"Now you've gone too far. No one not even the heir to the Romero coven can talk to my sister like that." Nella growled "you need to stop being a spoiled little bitch and accept the fact that Andrey is your mate." with that said Nella walked put the room to call mom to pick her up.

My head was spinning I always thought I would find my mate and be happy like mom and dad but I guess that isn't possible for me and my twin. I surveyed my situation, my twin was in the corner crying on her mate's shoulder because of my mate and my mate was in the other corner 

crying her eyes out because of my older sister and me. This must be whet hell feels like I thought to myself. 

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Alecsander

"Enough!" I heard father bellow as I tried to comfort my mate "as king of the Romero coven I hereby strip josh's right to mate my daughter Aleca. That right now belongs to Mr. Andrey Marc Chevalier. As for you Aleca you need to suck it up and accept him as your true mate, now go your room and think about what everyone has said to you." he turned to Andrey after she left and said "Andrey my son thank you for ridding us of that nuisances Josh. With that said I think you should go catch up with your sister"

"Father," I said after Andrey went to go catch Nella "he's a good man, he won't hurt Aleca, but I'm afraid that she's tearing him apart with what she's doing."

"Just give her time" I heard Dreyah whisper.

"My dear, I am so sorry for what my daughter has said to you." Father said while he rubbed her shoulder reassuringly "she was raised better than that but ever since she started dating that Josh guy she's been acting differently."

"My sweet daughter, do not cry anymore we love you even if you can't 

shift. We're happy as long as you keep our son happy." I heard mother saying to Andreyah in French

"Thank you mother but how did you learn to speak French so fluently." Andreyah answered in a similar tongue

"Sander didn't tell you?" mother replied laughing

"tell me what?" Dreyah asked shooting daggers at me with her eyes

"That I was born and raised in France" mother stated like it was a common known fact.

"Wait how you even have a Spanish accent?" Dreyah stuttered

"I was in Spain for many centuries my dear the accent came from speaking Spanish for so many decades." mother answered.

"What the hell happened to my baby sister?" I heard Nicolius ask as he stormed into the room

"Nothing other than the fact that she can't accept her mate and has insulted mine." I answered smartly.

"She did what?" Nicolius said before going into a rant about how he knew that that Josh boy was a bad influence.

"I thought that you were the oldest?" I heard Andreyah say clearly confused

"I'm not, my older brother Nicolius is but, he gave up his right to the throne when left to join his mate's coven."

"Why'd he do that? She said " I thought that the girl was suppose to go to her husband's coven"

"Usually she would but in this case his mate was the only heir to the throne and her father didn't want the males in his coven fighting for the throne. So Nicolius went to her coven and took her last name to eliminate any unnecessary complications

"Wow that was noble of him."

"Damn right it was noble." Nicolius said "I was raised purely on nobility and honesty. Nice to meet you little sister I'm Nicolius Rhaine of the Rhaine coven in Europe" Nicolius said as he hugged her.

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Aleca

I felt as though my whole world had been torn apart. I was no longer in love with Josh and it scared me. I was afraid to fall in love with Andrey even though he was the definition of pure sexiness. His eyes are like liquid amber and it's hard not to drown in them. His hair 

looks like it's as soft as angel wings, his hair has I delicate wave in it and I would die to have my hair as brown as his. The honey brown of his hair goes together perfectly with the amber of his eyes. He has the body of Adonis; it's perfectly chiseled and is covered with lightly 

caramel skin. Just looking at him makes me want to cave. My only problem is that he is were. I had a terrible experience with a Were when I was younger and I don't know if I'll ever trust Weres again. But that still isn't an excuse for how I treated sweet little Andreyah. All she was trying to do was help me and I lashed out on her "you know what you have to do little one" I heard Nicolius say. I should have known that he would come back after he found out that I was deeply upset. Nicolius has like a sixth sense when it comes down to me and Sander; he knows specifically when we need him even if we don't know it ourselves. He must have felt how upset I was and came all the way home from his honeymoon. He obviously had help from April.

"April telaported you here didn't she." I sighed

"Yeah, she was worried sick about you kid; what happened?" I told him every thing from the moment I felt the mating pull till when Andrey defeated Josh.

"I want to meet this kid Andrey before I leave," Nicolius said with I big grin on his face "I like him already

"Good to know that I'm liked by so many people." Andrey said wearily as he walked into the room. I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating as soon as he walked into the room and opened his mouth. His voice was deep and sexily rumbled when he spoke. His lips looked 

delectable and I found myself wondering how they tasted.

"You must be Mr. Andrey himself," Nicolius said as he appraised 

Andrey's worth as if he were an item and not a person "Congrats on the win my man"

"Thanks, umm I don't mean to be rude but me and your sister really need to talk."

I shot Nicolius a pleading look but he still said "sure no problem." and walked out closing the door behind him "I'm sorry Aleca I didn't mean to upset you earlier." he said bashfully

"No Andrey it should be me apologizing. I got upset because I'm scared of loving you and walking into unfamiliar territory." I said with a sigh

"Don't be Aleca," he said lovingly "I'll be with you every step of the way I won't let anyone of thing hurt you. You just have to trust me." He said

"I don't know if I can." I whispered

"trust me Aleca." he said again reaching across the bed and pulling me 

closer to heaven

"I don't know if I can." I cried

"shhh don't cry love, just try." he said nuzzling my neck and purring like a cat.

"Ok, I'll try." I said defeated

"That's all I ever asked for love." he said before pressing his lips to mine in a sensual and loving kiss. Part of me was elated while the other was terrified of what was to come. I pushed the scared part to the side for a moment and enjoyed the love and security my mate offered through his kiss.

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Josh

"I'll teach that damned cat how to fuck with me and steal my girl." I thought as a drove away from my Aleca and my possession. That cat has no idea who he's messing with once something's mine it's mine till I decide to get rid of it and I was nowhere near done with sweet little Aleca and her midnight curls and blue gray eyes.



Love Bites Ch. 06



~Andreyah~

I awoke in a cold sweat gasping for air. It was the same terrible dream I'd been having since I'd met that creep, Josh. Well it wasn't the exact same dream, it was more of the same terrible ending; Andrey losing Aleca to that no good piece of shit. At first I just thought it was my reaction to the vampire and the fight but now I realized and feared it might be more. I got up and appraised myself in the mirror and looked for any hint of my lioness. I'd learned to cope with the empty feeling but that didn't mean that I'd learned to accept it. Alec told me every day to just be patient and wait until she was ready to come out, but he wasn't there during my first shift. Just thinking about that day sent shivers down my spine and just like that an unwanted, haunting memory was upon me.

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Author's note: pay close attention to the flashback ;)

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Flashback: 12 years ago

"Hurry up Twin, Mom's taking us to the mall today." Andrey said his curls bouncing with him as he jumped up and down.

"I'm coming Twin, just wait a minute." I said groggily as I put my shoes on. He had woken me up earlier that morning, barely containing his excitement. We rarely got any alone time with our mother and we valued every precious moment we spent with her. Little did Mom and Twin know, I had had the worst nightmare the night before but the only thing I could remember were feelings of loneliness and confusion. I also remembered a wonderful feeling climbing up my spine as a beautiful man with blue-gray eyes rescued me. I didn't know it then but that was when I first felt the mating pull.

"Ok, my little cubs, lets go before the mall gets too crowded." Mother said as she ushered us into the car. "Wait." she said as she counted us "One, two, where's number three?"

"She's sick and wants to stay home with Daddy." Andrey and I said at the same time. Those were the days when our twin telepathy never failed us.

We got to the mall just as a crowd was starting to form. Mother was franticly looking for a gift for father's birthday while Twin and I talked and giggled and soaked up the quality time we had with our mother. We ate lunch around noon and mother let Twin and I pick out new toys at Toys-R-Us. It was the perfect beginning for a wondrous day, or so I thought. To this day, I can't remember how I got separated from mother and Twin but all I know is that I felt that same horrible feeling that I had felt in my dream and I was franticly looking for either my mother, Twin or those blue-gray eyes from my dream to save and protect me. What a naïve hope that was. It wasn't my mom, my twin, or my blue eyed savior that found me. A kind looking man came up to me and said softly "Hey sweetie, are you okay?" and my instincts were screaming at me to turn around run but I was captivated by his blue eyes, mistakenly thinking that he was the knight from my dream. 

"No," I cried "I can't find my mommy or my brother and I'm scared."

"Please don't cry little sweetling." He said as he dropped to one knee to be my height. At that moment I noticed that his blue eyes glowed like those of the man in my dream and all of my doubts flew out the window.

"Do you know how to get your house?" He asked. I shook my head yes and stuck my thumb in my mouth.

"Okay then, come on, I'll take you home." He said holding out his hand. Grabbing his hand was the worst mistake of my life. 

The things he did to me were horrific and when I, or rather my lioness, couldn't take it anymore I shifted for the first time and slaughtered him while he was still inside of me. After that I blacked out and awoke in a bed tied down while still in my lioness form. She panicked struggling against the ropes that I was bound with. We thrashed around till we blacked out again. The next time I awoke it was to the sounds of a sorrow filled sobbing. My lioness smelled Twin and ignored the beautiful woman turning to him. They tried everything in their power to get me to shift but nothing worked. The pride doctor told them that my ordeal was so traumatic that lioness was in full fledged protection mode and that she wouldn't let me shift back to human form until I was ready. That's last thing I remember about being in lioness form. My next memory is after I awoke again but I was in my own bed and I was in human form. 

I never talked about what happened to me even though it was quite obvious that I was sexually abused. My parents tried everything to get me to tell them what had happened but I wouldn't open my mouth. The only person I ever told what happened to was my twin, who would best understand my pain. When I asked him why my hair was now shorter he said that when I awoke in my room, it wasn't my first time waking up in human form. He told me that I woke up screaming that my captor was going to use my hair to hold me down and that I had to cut it. He said that I ran out of the room into to bathroom and that I tried to cut it with our kid-safe scissors. They had to put me in an induced sleep so I wouldn't hurt myself. Later, he would tell me that I was missing for a week and when I asked why I didn't remember anything from my time of captivity he said that he heard the doctor say that I was repressing my memories to protect myself.

The sound of my mate's voice shook me out of my memory. "Babe, what are you thinking about that has your thoughts in such turmoil?" Alecsander asked from on my bed.

"Ummm, nothing; what are you doing here?" I asked to redirect the attention from me

"I'm hurt, babe." He said pretending to sound like his feelings were hurt "Did you forget that I was coming over for dinner tonight?"

"Of course not, silly." I said, joining him on the bed and laying my head on his shoulder. "I was just so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice how late it was."

"I can't wait to get inside of your pretty little head." He said capturing my lips, "what's troubling your mind today, mi amor?" 

"Nothing much, babe, just another dream and well, it's more of a nightmare." I said

"Tell me about it." He said

"Well there's not much to tell I don't remember anything but the ending and it's different every time." I cried 

"Shhh my love, just tell me what happened in your dream." He whispered in my ear. 

His face turned to a mask of horror as I told him everything I could remember that happened in every dream I had for the past week.

"We have to go see Andrey immediately." He said as he dragged me across the hall into Andrey's room. 

~Andrey~

You would think that having Aleca finally accepting me would give me peace of mind, right? Ha! Yeah right! If you think that then you really have the wrong lion. My life is forever complicated. My sister would choose now, the day of our 18th birthday, the day when I can finally claim Aleca, to dwell on the incident that led to her losing her lioness. I know that she doesn't know that I'm her empath. Hell, I don't even know what that means. 

"What a way to wake up." I say just as the annoying buzz of my phone awoke me from my thoughts. That annoyance turned into joy when I realized whose ring tone it was Bruno Mars' "Just the Way You Are" was playing and I answered the phone with a smile on my face. 

"Hey sexy." I said 

"Good morning sleepy head. I love the way you sound in the morning." a sexily cheery voice said. 

"I bet you do." I chuckled "But moving on to something more serious, why'd you call?" I asked.

"Oh, I called to talk to your sister but neither her or Sander are picking up their phones. I will never understand the need for these silly contraptions if no one ever picks them up. I mean they were all right when they first came out but now it's like........" she went on and on about cell phones and how it was when people sent letters. 

"Wait! Aleca, slow down honey, why did you call me in the first place? You said something about my sister..?" I asked 

"Oh yes, your sister, I wanted to talk to her about going shopping to pick out what we're going to wear to the party Saturday."

Oh well, I'll go get, well never mind, I'll call back later sweetness, it seems as though my sister knows when she's being talked about." I said as I hung up the phone. I was surprised when I looked up and saw Alec instead of Andreyah like I expected.

"Andrey, remember when you told me to watch out for visions?" Alec asked in a rush. 

"Yeah, why?" I replied clearly confused.

"Well, I think Aleca's in danger and when I say danger I mean life or death danger."

~Aleca~

I sat there in shock wondering why he hung up so abruptly. "Oh well." I thought to myself "At least I know he loves me." or that nagging voice in my head said, 'at least I think he does.' "No!" I thought "I will not think like that. Just because one were hurt me doesn't mean that they are all the same. I mean Andreyah has never had any intentions to harm me..... I think?" I ended unconvincingly "Ughh!" I growled under my breath. I really need to tell somebody what happened. I spent the worst half of an hour trying to convince then unconvinced myself to talk to somebody. "I'm going to tell someone today." I said aloud.

"Tell somebody what?" a soft voice said from my door way.

"Shit!" I said as I stared into Andreyah's eyes.

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Okay okay I know that this took a hell of a long time and I'm sorry. On another note thanks to cannd for editing this you rock! Oh yeah, I know that you're going to go all ape shit and ask a bunch of questions about the flashback. the ony thing I'm sayin' is, No the dude wasn't Alecsander and yes you know deep down inside who he is (so does Andreyah). Yes I'm evil I know. LOL

~Lioness_Queen, smooches 



Love Bites Ch. 07



From Previous Chapter

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~Aleca~

I sat there in shock wondering why he hung up so abruptly. "Oh well." I thought to myself "At least I know he loves me." Or that nagging voice in my head said, 'at least I think he does.' "No!" I thought "I will not think like that. Just because one Were hurt me doesn't mean that they are all the same. I mean, neither Andrey nor Andreyah have ever had any intentions to harm me..... I think?" I ended unconvincingly "Ughh!" I growled under my breath. I really need to tell somebody what happened. I spent the better part of an hour trying to convince myself to talk to somebody. "I'm going to tell someone today." I said aloud.

"Tell somebody what?" A soft voice said from my doorway.

"Shit!" I said as I stared into Andreyah's eyes.

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"Uhm N-nothing," I stuttered lamely.

"Yeah right, nothing," she retorted sarcastically.

"Shit!" I mumbled. "I might as well tell you what happened."

"What happened?" she asked.

"Yes, what happened and why I'm so afraid to love your brother," I answered solemnly.

"Oh my, what a story this will be," she whispered.

"It all started back in 1760. I was still a fairly young vampire when a beautiful lycan captured me with his charm. He courted me for about six months before proposing. Of course, I said yes. I did not know of the more feral natures of lycans. I foolishly believed that he was a shifter.

"Oh no!" she gasped. "What happened during the full moon?"

"That, you see, was the problem. I knew not the difference between Weres and lycans. I did not know that lycans are more feral creatures that are exactly what humans have nightmares about. I knew none of this and got myself in a tight situation. The abuse started during the first full moon of our relationship and didn't stop until my brothers intervened."

"Wait, abuse?" she said confused. "How can a vampire be abused?"

"It is complicated," I sighed. "I deluded myself into thinking that he loved me." I started sobbing, "He beat me every full moon for forty years."

"Forty years?!?!?!" I heard somebody roar. André came storming into the room, "Where is he? I'm going to kill him!!"

"Well, there is no need for that my dear brother," Alec said calmly, "The fucker's already dead and has been dead for a long time now. When Sandra caught a whiff of his little deeds, she told Nicolius and I and we put a stop to it, but of course by that time it was entirely too late," he said while shaking his head.

"Since vampires heal from just about anything if they don't lose their heads, I was okay physically, but emotionally, I was a mess," I continued. "The damage was already done. I had lost all self-esteem and I never again trusted a Were. Not even now," I muttered the last part so softly and so desperately that I broke down. "I constantly have to remind myself that you won't hurt me like he did, André. It's an internal struggle and it's painful for me to fight what I'm feeling. Loving you is a constant battle!" I gasped now angry at that bastard, angry at myself for hurting Andre and angry at the world. 

Alec and Andrea slowly crept away closing the door behind them.

"Babe," He called softly. "Aleca, please look at me," he said again as my eyes raised to meet his. At that moment, as I melted into his eyes, I attempted to give him what he needed and what i so dearly wanted to give him. I looked down suddenly feeling very self-conscious. I felt his love, saw his pain and his plea for my love.

I took a deep breath. "Doesn't today mark a special day for a Were Lion?" I asked seductively.

"Yes," he replied. "It's my 18th Birthday. I can now mate with any woman," he said with lust and love in his eyes. "But you know there is only one woman I will ever take as my mate."

Underneath the pain and fear that somehow had lost some of its power by telling him the truth, I knew that I wanted to belong to Andre fully. He was my future and my heart and I knew he'd stand by me as I worked through the leftover hurt from my past. 

"Well, I have an idea, how about we do something about my virginity? I think that is time I lost it," I whispered hotly in his ear.

"A virgin, really?" he laughed. "And here I thought that poor little me was going to be schooled by a master." At that we both burst into a fit of laughter. The laughter stopped when I felt his bulging erection against my leg. We clashed together, eager to touch and please each other. I had never tasted anything as sweet as his kisses and as we kissed, I felt him grow longer and harder. He must have felt my sudden desire to be naked and the need to be skin to skin because he started to lift my shirt above my head, slowly taking in the sight before him. He slowly lowered my skirt, uncertain of what to do next.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" I exclaimed as I pushed him back on the bed stepping out of my skirt as I went. I couldn't get his clothes off fast enough and then finally, a masterpiece greater than any sculpture I had ever seen was revealed. 

My gaze lowered and I saw the only thing in this world that could compete with the beauty of his face. His manhood stared back at me, proudly jutting out and leaking a clear fluid. I tentatively leaned down to lick it and nearly passed out from the sheer taste of it. I couldn't get enough and I engulfed his member, gently sucking it as my head bobbed up and down. I was lost in pleasure before I felt a gentle tug on my head.

"PLEASE!!" he breathed. "No more, I'm about to explode!" He then flipped me over and thrust into me deeply. I screamed in pain and then pleasure as I felt my maidenhood leave me. He hesitated until he saw I was okay and then gave me no time to breathe as he shoved his manhood in and out of me. The pleasure was blinding and it was stronger than anything I had ever felt before. I felt something creep through my body and then it expanded. That's the only way to explain what my first orgasm felt like.

~Andre~

Her warm sheath clenched around me tightly as she shook and screamed out in pleasure. I felt my own release looming in the background as my lion decided that it was time to make her ours.

"Mine!" I growled as I bit into her neck lovingly. Her blood flowed into my mouth and I embraced her as I bit the other side of her neck as I picked up the pace, slamming into her relentlessly. She was obviously enjoying it as much as I was because she moaned, wiggled and screamed my name over and over and over again. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. Roaring, I spilt my seed into her womb praying for fertilization. "I love you," I said as I slowly blacked out from the pleasure.

~Aleca~

The last thing I remember before the light faded was a faint "I love you."



Love Bites Ch. 08



A/N: So yeah I have a lot of explaining to do I know, I know. I really have no excuses just a sincere apology. There are some sensitive subjects in the chapter so be wary. 

Chapter 8: Healing.... 

~Aleca~

The next morning I awoke to the blinding rays of the sun and an unfamiliar soreness. I laid there for a minute just thinking. My life had changed so much in the short time that I'd known him. I knew without a doubt that André was the one for me. The more unsettling thought was: Am I the one for him? I mean with all my flaws and my slight lack of character how COULD I be the one for someone of his caliber. I even took his innocence when I myself was only an innocent mentally. My flower had long been tampered with, against my will yes, but a virgin I technically was not. I was dying from my own troubled thoughts when I heard a loud convincing

"You were always meant to be mine babe!" in my head. I gasped at the intimacy of such a form of communication.

"Is this possible because we have been fully mated?" I asked in our newly found method of communication.

"Yes." he said simply. His voice sent shivers down my spine to my nether regions. My thoughts started to drift away from my previous worries to our previous night together and all of the deliciously new sensations he created in me.

"I see someone's up for round two." he chuckled before he dove into my folds once more.

~Andréa~

"I'm happy that twin has finally found his peace." I said with a huge smile on my face.

"So they mated huh?" Alecsander said "How can you tell?"

"I can feel his happiness through our bond."

"You sound happy, but I can tell that something is bothering you. You've been this way since yesterday. Mi amor, what troubles you so?" he asked with a quirk of his right eyebrow

I was in a bind. I didn't know if I should just reveal all or just try to forget it. The more sensible side of me thought that the shame of him knowing would be better than the pain of hiding a part of myself from him. For once in my life I decided to believe in myself, in love; to believe in a man.

"I think it's time you knew how I lost my lioness." I said and then I let all my pain out through my words.

~Alecsander~

An array of emotions assaulted my mind as my mate; my love told me what happened to her when she was just a mere child. They ranged from to helplessness. I was rightfully pissed that somebody would commit such a crime against an innocent, that a man could feel those types of- of cravings for a child. I shuddered with the disgust at the thought of it.

"Please don't look at me like that." she cried out with despair. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost forgot that she was there.

"What way my sweet?" I asked confused.

"You have this look of pure disgust on your face." she sobbed "Like you're disgusted with me. I'm so ashamed."

"Mi amor look at me," I said tilting her chin towards me "You are not the one who should be ashamed. That monster who did those horrendous things to you should. I am not disgusted with you; it's that bastard that disgusts me." I said fiercely.

"What kind of man can do that to a five year old? Mi amor I am truly sorry that I was not there to protect you." I said hoarsely as the tears ran freely down my face.

We sat there for what seemed like hours crying into each others' arms. Hours of healing and understanding, thinking and loving. I cried because I couldn't bear nor cope with the thoughts of what she went through, my sweet little Andrea, my precious mate; she cried because she did.

"Alecsander," She cried out

"Yes, my love?"

"Make it stop. Stop the pain; take it away, save me from the anguish." She pleaded, tears cascading down her face.

"I wish I could love, but I don't know how."

"Replace it with a different feeling; make me feel something other than the pain. Make me yours!" She begged.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted her, but I wasn't sure if this was the best way to help her. She mistook my hesitation as denial and started to cry again. At that point I could take it any longer. Slowly I started to kiss her tears away making my way down to her lips. She melted into my kiss with a sigh, pulling my love out through the kiss. My hands travelled down low to the hem of her shirt. I slowly started to lift her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra, feasting on the sight in front of me. Her skin was a soft caramel mocha, her jeweled peaks standing proudly begging to be kissed. And so I did. Her gasp was sharp and the sweetest sound I had ever heard. Her hands gripped my hair and she pulled gently as I suckled her taking her deeper into my mouth. My fingers trailed lower to her stomach resting there as a thought of the young she would bear for me crossed my mind. I tested her readiness and could feel her juices flowing. I lowered my head yearning for a taste of her sweetness. She wriggled and screamed in pleasure as my tongue delved deep within her folds, nipping at her pleasure button. I devoured her for what felt like centuries before she shattered, pull me away from her moaning my name, begging me to take her and claim what was mine. 

"Are you sure?" I asked

"Just do it!" she moaned 

I plunged deep to the hilt in one stroke, taking her hard and fast like I knew she wanted me to. My pleasure built with each stroke and passionate kiss as she clawed my back mumbling and screaming incoherently in pleasure. I felt my impending release and reached down to stroke her nub, there was no way in hell I was going to peak before her this was for her, she needed this. Then it happened; simultaneously we released together, my seed washed her walls as I roared biting her neck claiming my mate, marking her as mine. She gasped realizing what I did as tears filled her eyes yet again. 

"I love you" she said

"You're my heart, my love" I replied and realized that I finally finished the dream, it was now a reality, I had my mate she was mine. I couldn't contain the tears of joy that spilled from my eyes. We sat there in each other's embrace connected by more than just my shaft but by our hearts. As I withdrew from her warmth, I never felt a feeling so pure, so joyous in all of my life. I was finally complete. That's when the unbelievable happened, the unimaginable; she shifted.



Love Bites Ch. 09



Chapter 9 Surprise! 

~André~

The first feeling I felt when I awoke was completion, I now felt complete. I had found my mate and we were mated. I sat there marinating at the thought when suddenly I had the strangest urge to shift.

"Babe," I said to Aleca "I think something has happened to Andréa"

"Hmm," she replied groggily "well just go check on her she's right down the hall in Alecsander's room. It's the room with the black door red trim. I swear that boy has a weird fetish for black and red." she mumbled. I chuckled at that because she had I weird fetish for silver and blue. Everything in her room was colored as such with the exception of the black trim on her blue and silver satin sheets.

"Okay I will you stay here and get some more rest."

"Don't worry" she yawned "I will after last night" I chuckled as I lost control of my little Leo for the first time since I was a cub.

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~Andréa~

I felt confused and lost. I had no clue what was happening but I knew it was something good or at least I hoped it was. A strange yet familiar presence probed my thoughts looking for entry and I reluctantly let it in.

"Little one are you okay." I heard a strongly accented Egyptian voice ask me.

"Yes, but I'm confused who are you and where am I?" I asked

"Look around little one the answers you seek are right before your eyes, if, you would just open them that is." she replied.

Slowly I opened my eyes to find myself in an ancient styled Egyptian room draped with white and gold cloth. As if she sensed my wonder she said "I'm over here little one" turning to the sound of her voice I was shocked to see a woman who looked quite a bit like me with hazel eyes and pecan skin. It finally dawned on me that she was my lioness. 

"H-how? Why now after all these years"

"Your mating brought me forward as to why well that's quite simple. You no longer need me to protect you. You have finally come to terms with your past."

"But why leave me? I needed you and you just abandoned me!" I accused now angry with her for leaving me.

"I did no such thing!"she exclaimed "I have been here all along, it was I who gave you those dreams, I who let Sarah smell me, and I who gave you the courage to kiss our dear one on the bus!" she was obviously angered at my statement "sweet child I would never leave you completely. You were so young when I first arose to protect you. Too young actually, I was afraid that I might traumatize you more if I forced my presence on you. My absence was necessary to shape you like no other Were has been. Your senses enhanced themselves to higher levels making them twice as strong now that I'm here, you empathize with the humans because you yourself know how it is to be without." she said as she walked over and stroked my hair.

"Mi amor your lioness is just as wise as your brother." I heard Alecsander say.

"Alec!" I yelled running into his arms "I have a lioness now. She is back I'm whole again! Thank you thank you thank you my love you did this!" I said showering him with kisses

"I did nothing but love you mi amor."

"Our dear one is right, but I suggest you awake for our brother is soon approaching" she said just as I felt a force push my conscience forward.

~Alecsander~

My mate was as beautiful in lioness form as she was in human form. Her coat was shining as were her eyes which were now lined with hazel. As I sat there admiring her I saw her open her eyes and look at me.

"Is this weird for you?" she asked bashfully through our mating link.

"No," I replied "You are still you to me I love you whether you are in human or lioness form. Either way you're the most beautiful thing in the world to me." I said with fierce love.

"I love you Alecsander Romero!" she said

"And I you Andréa Thea Cavalier"

Suddenly I saw André in lion form rush in and tackle her like litter mates do on Animal Planet

"Leonora you're back!" I heard I voice with an accent similar to Andréa lioness' say "Oh how I've missed you sister."

"It's neither the time nor place for this brother." Andréa's lioness said.

"Wait I'm confused. Who are you and who is this Leonora person you keep calling me" my mate asked.

"Oh, my apologies little one I'm Leo, André's lion and Leonora is your lioness and my sister. We are the original Were-Lions." with that said She passed out for the second time that day.

~Leonora~

"Brother! Look at what you have done! Her human half has shut me out completely. You could have waited to tell her" I said completely frustrated with my brother. Sometimes I forget who's eldest because he sure doesn't act it all the time.

"What? She asked me a question little one. You know I always answer questions honestly." he said with mock innocence.

"Leo," I said sternly "you know I hate it when you call me that and you could have stopped at the brother part. I will never understand why the gods chose to let you be born first" I said with a shake of my head. 

I quietly laid down and put my head on my paws facing our dear one, Alecsander I think his name was. He sure was a handsome human. His looks weren't as regal as my last mate Marc Antony but he had a uniqueness to him. Chin sharp, blue gray eyes blazing with intelligence, hair curly and as dark as midnight, skin smooth and pale like a pearl and lips to die for which were currently in a very controlled, tight smirk. Sighing, I drug myself up and strolled over to him marking him with my scent. He tentatively rubbed my head behind my ears.

"That feels good dear one" I said through our link

"I figured as such." he chuckled "so, Leonora," he said "how does this work? Am I to mate with you while in lioness form or does it just carry over from Andréa?" he asked.

"Heavens no!" I said with a laugh "since you are hers and mine own true mate no, if Andréa was like my first human Cleopatra then you would have to." I said slightly annoyed. I am still not happy with Cleo. She deliberately mated with Caesar against my own and my brothers wishes.

"Okay, that's when you lose me" he said clearly confused "do you and your brother always end up as lions for twins?"

"I will answer this one little one, you see if you can rouse your human." Leo said

"Okay but don't overload him with information like you did her. My poor little one your life was not meant to be easy" I said the last part mostly to myself.

"Indeed." Leo said solemnly "now to answer your question young one no not always. The history books tell you not of Cleopatra's twin brother who died in infancy. He of course was to be my host but fate is cruel and cares not about age your mate is a living testament of that. When my host died I with my sister occupied Cleopatra's mind I always lay dormant while my sister was the dominate one." he paused to let my dear one ponder the new information.

"That makes sense Leo." Alecsander said all the while mumbling to himself "may I speak with André?"

"Of course you may my apologies he has been trying to take over for quite some time now I was just so excited to see my sister." I chuckled at the site of my brother being bashful.

"I might as well let the little one come forward also; you three have much to discuss. By the way brother congratulations on your mating." I said before letting my human half become dominate.

~André~

I couldn't believe that Leo did that. How could he repress me and then practically tell Andréa all of our secrets there are just some things she isn't ready for.

"Leo, how could you?" I asked him

"How could you not?" he said before letting me take over. That threw me. I was not expecting a reply like that. And of course it got me thinking hard. Was I truly right for keeping these things from her? Am I truly protecting her or am I going to just hurt her in the long run?

"Babe what's wrong?!?" a very distraught looking Aleca said in her silver silk bath robe.

"Nothing babe I'm okay. My lion just got a little excited when Andréa shifted."

"She shifted?" Aleca said shocked

"Yes sister," Alec said sarcastically "I didn't just go to the pet store and buy a lioness."

"Alec," I growled in warning "that was hardly called for."

"Yes," he sighed "you are right as always."

"Wh-what happened?" a very startled Andréa said as she awoke "Where is she oh gods please don't tell me she repressed herself again" She started to sob thinking that her lioness was lost to her again

"Young one tell her how to shift. She is obviously distraught!" Leo yelled to me

"Twin, calm down!" I yelled "reach into your mind and ask her to come forward. If you are more comfortable in lion form then we can talk that way." she did as I said and before she could shift I felt Leonora's presence again.

"What is wrong little one?" she asked "I am here I won't ever leave you be calm and speak with your family while me and my own brother converse. I am here but we must speak in private." she explained softly but firmly to my sister who I just noticed was still naked. By being Were, nudity doesn't bother me but by being her brother, Alec's gaze was starting to irk me.

"Alecsander, I would appreciate it if you would provide my sister with something to cover herself." I said.

"I'm sorry André this is quite rude of me." he said pulling a blushing Andréa with him into his restroom.

Aleca wasn't lying when she said he had a fetish for red and black. His walls were black with red trim. His bed was a dark oak with red and black sheets on them. My gaze didn't linger on his bed for too long because it was obvious what sort of activities were done in it the night before. On his dresser was a picture of Aleca, Alecsander, and a fair haired boy with eyes like them and a girl whose hair was similar to his but her eyes were like their father.

"Who are they?" I asked

"Nicolius and my older sister Sandra." she said sadly "this was taken before she disappeared. I'm surprised he still has this, he took it the hardest." she murmured as she fondled the picture with her forefinger.

"I keep it to remind me to never stop looking for her." Alecsander said now clad in a black robe.

"It's okay dear one." Andréa said wearing a robe similar to her mate's only it was red "I'll help you find her. We need her."

At that moment I realized that it was time to tell them everything. It was time to follow the path fate set out for us.



Love Bites Ch. 10



A/N: Forewarning this is a short chapter, like possibly my shortest ever but with good reason. 

Chapter 10: What Now?

~King Romero~

I sat in my study content with my decision. They were ready; it was time for me and my angel to step down. 

"What are you in here thinking so hard about darling?" she asked from the door way. Every time I looked at her was like the first time I set my eyes on her. Her fair hair and kind blue-gray eyes take my breath away every time. She was wearing a black tank top and a Jean skirt that accented her tiny waist perfectly. 

"Do you believe I'm making the right decision dear one?" I asked as I pulled her down onto my lap 

"They're more than ready darling it's been ages. Their mates are a bit young but little Aleca needs this. She needs to grow up you've been spoiling her as daddy's princesita for far too long." 

I thought for a while on what she said. Aleca was always spoiled from the moment she was born. I was always hard on Sander never really allowing him to make a mistake. The twins were born in a time were a vampire Queen wasn't even plausible considering how little females are actually born into our race. I guess you can say that a never really expected Aleca to be anymore than my little girl whose big blue grey eyes always won me over just like her mother's. I let out a long sigh realizing that much of what's to happen is partially my fault. 

"You're right dear one," I said with another sigh "shall we start the summons?"

"With pleasure my king" she said with that devious smile of hers

~Alecsander~

We all stared at Andrea open mouthed. I never knew her to be so strong willed with anything. The disappearance of my older sister will always be a sore spot for me but with my love I don't doubt that I will find her

"What do you mean by we need her?" My sister asked from the door way

"I mean that there are some things in play. Many different faucets of our destinies are being tampered with and I believe that Sandra is the key to choosing the right path. I don't understand how I know this. I just do." Andrea said losing her new found confidence with each word she said

"Don't worry sis there is nothing wrong with you. It's the gift of the youngest female. Since your lioness has awakened your powers are becoming stronger. Let your instincts guide you for now but we must get to mother you need training immediately." Her brother was hiding something from us. Over the past year Andre and I had become very close. He was one who joked and played around to cope with the large load set on his shoulders. We're one in the same I just was never allowed to be anything but serious as a child. As much as father loves all his children he was always hardest on me

"What are you hi-?" I started before a felt it. The summons. 

"Brother, has father or mother died! What us going on why do I suddenly feel authority?" Aleca was frantic I was too, but father trained me my whole life for this moment. The summons was called for only two reasons; to mourn the end of the old monarchy and to celebrate the succession of a new ruler

"Calm down Aleca there is nothing to fear." I said as calmly as I could by the look on Andrea and Andre's face I could tell that they felt it too. I was worried about only two things; my parents and Aleca. Father promised Aleca long ago that she would never feel the authority. The authority is what the successor feels during a summons it's the transfer of bonds from the old monarchs to the new. Aleca was never to ascend to the throne she never got the training father never intended for her to be Queen. Something was amiss and it smelled like mother.



Love Bites (So Does She)



Wrote this one shortly after Halestorm won a Grammy for their song Love Bites (So Do I), met Lzzy a couple years ago and she is exactly as this story describes her. There are some exaggerations to this story that didn't happen in reality.




I was sitting in the bar with a friend of mine having a few beers and we watched as this band came walking in through the front door. Barry looked at me and said, "Dude, that's Halestorm."

I laughed at him, "What in the hell is Halestorm doing here?"

"I'm not sure, but that's who that was," Barry said with a smile.

"Bullshit," I said, "I'll find out for sure." I walked over to the bartender since my beer was empty anyway.

"Another Bud?" the bartender asked me.

"Absolutely. So who's that band that just walked in a couple minutes ago?" I asked.

"It's Halestorm," the bartender said.

"Wow...what are they doing here?" I asked him.

"They know Jonathan the bar owner and they wanted to just set up and do some practice stuff without a whole lot of publicity so he told them they could set up here and play for a while if they wanted," the bartender told me.

"So nobody knows that they're here?" I said for clarification.

"It's not publicized. Lzzy, the lead singer said that she had sent out invites to fan club members and things like that in this area. So we should have some people start heading in here in the next little bit. I'd hang out and check them out, it won't be like a full-fledged concert or anything like that, but it will be a chance to get to hear them and some of their new stuff and get to meet them. I've met them and they are really very nice," the bartender allowed.

"Cool, sounds awesome," I said before I walked back to Barry.

"Well?" he asked as I slid back into our booth right across from him.

"You were right, it's Halestorm," I said looking at him.

"Damn, this is gonna be killer," Barry said. Then almost as an afterthought said, "We're going to stay and watch them aren't we?"

I looked at him, "That's a stupid question. This is Halestorm, and you know how I feel about Lzzy."

"Yeah, you get to see your little dream girl up on stage for you," Barry said in a very sarcastic tone. 

A little over an hour later, there I stood right in the center of the front row staring up at Lzzy Hale as she played her guitar and sang her heart out. She was a singing and playing like a true dynamo, Barry leaned over and said, "The way she moves makes me think she would be wild as hell in the bedroom."

I looked at him and said, "Dude, what the fuck? You're always thinking with your dick and never your mind."

"I gotta hit the restroom," Barry said as he walked away through the crowd. It was amazing that before they got on stage that counting me and Barry along with the members of the Halestorm fan club that Lzzy had invited there were just over 25 people there, but once they started playing, there were easily over 200 people jammed into that little place and I wasn't about to give my spot as I was in heaven watching Lzzy perform right in front of me. Barry finally returned from the restroom and stood beside me as we watched this amazing performance. 

The show had continued for well over an hour when Lzzy stopped singing and said, "Ok, we're going to wrap this thing up with one of our songs off the next album! It's called Love Bites (So Do I)!"

As Lzzy broke out into the song she started staring at me and smiling in a very predatory way. As the song was drawing to an end Lzzy removed her guitar and stepped to the front of the stage between her monitor speakers and then she jumped from the stage directly into my arms as she was still singing. I hadn't been ready for it and had to keep her from sliding back down so without thinking I grabbed her ass cheeks which were very firm inside her leather pants that she was wearing. I glanced over at Barry and his mouth hung open as if he were going into shock.

Lzzy took the microphone from her lips and said in my ear, "I'm so glad that you came tonight, I was afraid that you wouldn't make it until after I got back to my hotel room!"

I had no idea what she was talking about, I said, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world!"

"I'll tell you what, you hang out until I do this whole meet and greet with these fan club guys and then I'll come out here and hang with you and your friend for a bit before we head back to the room for the night, how's that sound," Lzzy said as she acknowledged the crowd around us. 

"Sound amazing," I told her as I squeezed her ass cheeks again, amazed at the firmness of them in her leather pants.

As the show ended me and Barry returned to where we had been sitting earlier as the crowd started filing out and then shortly after that Lzzy came over to where we sitting and sat down beside me and said, "Introduce me to your friend."

"Lzzy this is Barry, he's been my best friend for many years now," I told her.

"Hello, Barry," Lzzy said as she extended her hand to shake his.

"Wow, hello, Ms. Hale it's an honor to meet you," Barry said as he looked at her shaking her hand.

"Thank you," Lzzy smiled.

We sat together talking and drinking more beers until, Lzzy let the cat out of the bag it became evident that she thought I was someone else. "So, Dale, after all those Tweets and private messages, I must say that you're quite a bit different than what I expected in person. You seem much more reserved, I had expected you to be aggressive and come on really strong but you're really a very sweet and very nice guy."

"Yeah, I can change who I am behind the electronic screen but in person this is more the real me, I have a shy side," I replied as I drank a bit more of the beer in front of me.

"I just hope that, you're not too shy later on," Lzzy said as her left hand found my right thigh and slid up it until she cupped my jean clad cock and began to tickle it with her very deft fingers. "I'm going to go get me another beer then we can get out of here, Dale."

As she walked up to the bar, Barry looked at me and said, "Dude, she thinks you're someone else!"

"I kind of figured that out, I don't have a Twitter and I've never private messaged her in my life," I told him

"Are you planning on going back to the hotel with her?" Barry asked me.

"How many times in my life am I going to get to have sex with Lzzy Hale?" I replied with another question to him.

"What if the guy she thinks you are shows up later?" Barry responded.

"He will just have to settle for sloppy seconds I suppose," I answered him.

"You're a brave man, Dale," Barry said as he held out his hand. "I need your car keys, you drove tonight."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my car keys and handed them to him. Lzzy then returned and said, "You ready to go?"

I looked at her and said, "I thought you were going to drink another beer?"

She looked at me smiled and turned up the beer she was drinking and chugged it all down without ever slowing down. "I did."

I got up from the table and Barry looked at me with a smile and said, "Good luck."

A minute later, we were outside the bar and I saw that there were two limos sitting outside. Lzzy motioned to the first one and I opened the door and she got in first and I followed her and she said to the driver, "To my hotel please." She then slid the partition up between the front and rear of the car. 

She turned toward me and said, "Finally, got you all to myself!" Then for the first time, she leaned in close and started kissing me, with a fiery passion.

I kissed her back trying to match her fire as much as possible. Then she reached down and began unbuckling my belt. She then managed to get my jeans and underwear pulled down to my knees and again started to toy with my cock. I quickly grew to full erection and she gripped my thick 7 ½ cock firmly and said, "You have a really nice cock, I want to suck it!"

"I'm not going to stop you," I said as I leaned back and let her lower her head toward my cock, she then began to run her tongue up and down the length of my hard cock before she started circling the head of it with her tongue. She then plunged down on her cock wither full lips. I groaned as she expertly began to slide her lips up and down my hard cock. She was on her knees and I noticed that her shirt had slid up and her leather pants had a gap in the back of them, I took this invitation and slid my hand down the back of her leather pants and under her g string panties to caress her bare ass. Lzzy groaned herself as she felt my fingers touch her ass. Following her groan she began sucking much more forcefully on my cock. I couldn't help but groan as good as her efforts felt. As good as her efforts felt I had to know if this was turning her on at all. I slid my hand around her hip and down between her legs, I then used my finger to search out her pussy and found that she was soaking wet. She groaned as I began to work my finger slowly in and out of her wet pussy. I noticed that it was having an effect as she seemed to be having trouble keeping up her efforts on my throbbing hard cock, which was good because it was taking all my efforts not to cum in her hot mouth.

She stopped sucking my cock and gasped, "You weren't lying when you said you had talented hands!"

"That's not all I have that's talented," I responded as I worked my finger faster and faster into her hot pussy.

Before she stuffed my cock back into her mouth she said, "I can't wait to find out!" 

In less than a minute the care started to slow down and the driver knocked on the partition so Lzzy realized that we approaching the hotel and I pulled my fingers out of her sopping wet pussy and she told me to pull my pants back up, I did that as the driver stopped in front of her hotel. The driver then came around and opened the door and we clambered out of the car together and headed into the hotel arm in arm. In the elevator Lzzy pushed me up against the back wall of the elevator and grabbed my still rock hard cock through my pants and started massaging it. "Damn, if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum before we get to the room!" I told her.

Lzzy laughed at me, "Can you go more than one time in a night?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Then I'm not stopping," Lzzy grinned as she kept on massaging my cock.

I gritted my teeth and managed to hold off cumming until the elevator dinged and came to a stop, I really wanted to feel what it was like to fuck that sweet pussy that I had my fingers in earlier. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to hold out any longer because her fingers knew exactly where to touch me and how to touch my cock. I groaned out in pleasure as I shot a full load of cum in my underwear and causing a wet stain to form on the front of my jeans.

Lzzy giggled at me, "I'm such a naughty girl, making a big handsome guy like you cum all over yourself."

"I've never done that before," I told her feeling very embarrassed.

"My, my, my, you're blushing," Lzzy said to me. "I never figured you would be this shy, but it is proving a very valid point. As for your clothes don't worry about them I'll send them to the hotel laundry, they'll be done before you leave. You won't need them inside the room anyway."

"What valid point?" I asked her, I was very curious at that statement.

Lzzy stopped in front of the door to one of the rooms and pulled out her room key and opened the door, once inside she took on a very commanding tone and said, "Strip off all your clothes, right now!"

Stunned by the sudden change in her, I hesitated which she took as an offense, "Did I stutter or something? Get your ass naked right now!"

I obeyed that time and stripped naked before her eyes. She then smiled at me, "The valid point is simply this, as I told you online, I had ways of making you lose your dominance over me simply because, I don't like to be dominated, I like to be in control and from the moment you met me in person, I've been the dominate one! You do take orders very well, however!"

She then went over and picked up the phone and called room service and said, "This is Ms. Hale. I have some clothes that I need washed and dried, if you could please send someone to get them for me."

She listened for a moment and said, "Ok, thank you."

Then she looked back at me and said, "Ok, so we've kind of torn your little dominate theory down, and I know that you have very talented hands so let's put those to use." She then slid her leather pants and her g string panties off standing in front of me causing my cock to start to stiffen again and stepped up to where I was standing. I took a close look at her clean shaven pussy and my mouth began to water. 

"Use your fingers and make me cum, slave!" she commanded. I then used my fingers and inserted them into her wet pussy and started working her pussy while I used my thumb and toyed with her clit while I was working in and out of her pussy. Lzzy groaned from my efforts. I continued and I could tell that she was getting close to cumming as her legs started to quiver. The earlier events had made her almost as hot as they had made me.

Just when it seemed like she was about to cum there was a knock at the door. She breathlessly said, "Stop. Get up and take your clothes over there and give them to the person and then come back to me."

"But I'm naked," I said.

"Now you're going to complain?" Lzzy said her sternness returning.

"No, ma'am," I responded as I got to my feet, realizing that I still had cum covering my crotch area, and whoever was on the other side of the door would see it instantly. I picked up my jeans and I pulled my cell phone and my wallet out before I laid them down on the table. Lzzy swatted me on the bare ass with her hand as I walked past her on my way to the door. Lzzy moved over behind the couch so her naked crotch would be hidden from whoever was waiting on the other side of the door. She watched carefully so she could see my reaction as I had to show my submissiveness by opening the door with my cum covered to crotch to whoever was out there. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and screwed up my courage before I opened the door to find a young lady standing there. I'm sure my face was red with a blush before I got it completely opened. The young woman's eyes grew in size as she realized that I was naked. She then said, "Um, there's supposed to be some clothes here that, uh, need to be washed."

"Yes," I replied as I held out my clothes to her which she pointed to a cart across the hall. I stepped tentatively out into the hallway before returning back to the safety of the room. 

"How soon do you need them returned?" the woman asked.

"A couple of hours will be perfect," Lzzy spoke up for the first time since I had opened the door.

"I'll bring them back when they're done," the young woman said.

Then Lzzy spoke again, "Tell her why she is having to wash your clothes, Dale."

I shuffled my feet and then said, "Um, I came in my pants and underwear on the way up here."

The woman laughed at that, "With someone as sexy as Lzzy Hale, I can see why."

"Thank you," Lzzy said.

"No, thank you. Not every day that I find out that one of my favorite rock stars has guys busting a nut in their pants like I always suspected she would," the woman said smiling broadly at Lzzy.

"I appreciate that," Lzzy said to the woman. "Now, I need to get back to making him grovel for me."

"I understand," the woman said as she left the room and allowed the door to close as she left.

Once she was gone, I looked back over at Lzzy who put her hand out and used her index finger to beckon me to return to her. I walked over there and she said to me, "Continue what you were doing earlier." I placed my fingers back inside her and once again went to work on her clit with my thumb, quickly bringing her again to the brink of orgasm. In less than a minute she groaned and began to gasp as orgasm overtook her. "Fuck, I'm cumming," she cried out as he legs shook and finally collapsed as she fell to her knees.

After a couple of minutes she got back to her feet and grabbed me by the shoulders and began to kiss me again passionately before she forced her tongue into my mouth. "Come on, let's take a shower, you got cum on you and I'm sweaty after that show!" she said.

Once in the bathroom after she got undressed, she surprised me yet again, as she used a stocking to tie me to the shower head. She then adjusted the water and I tested the bonds I was tied to. She glanced up at me as she was still testing the water and said, "If I were you, I'd seriously reconsider if I wanted to get loose right now or not. Your clothes aren't in this room and I'm pretty sure that unless you want to wear one of my nightgowns, I don't have a damn thing that's going to fit you, Dale."

"You've got a point there, Lzzy," I said to her.

She stood up and smacked my face and said, "Call me, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

She turned the shower on and began to explain something to me, "Under normal circumstances, I'd have you wash me, then wash yourself, but I can tell that you've never submitted to a woman before. So I'm going to ensure that you do submit to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I watched as she began to wash her body causing my cock to twitch as it began to swell once again.

Lzzy looked down and saw my growing erection and said, "I see that you like it."

"Yes, Mistress, I do like looking at your body as you are washing yourself," I replied.

Lzzy sighed as she looked at me again before saying, "You're a lovely sub."

"Thank you Mistress," I replied.

"Very pliable, too," Lzzy said as she leaned in and started licking my left nipple causing me to moan out in pleasure.

She then bit my nipple hard causing me to cry out, "Ouch!"

She stopped and raised her head and looked at me, "That's not an acceptable response! Let's try again." She then bit even harder on my nipple I had to bite my lip to not cry out. As she was biting my left nipple she then reached over and grabbed my right nipple and started twisting it, I then started to moan from the pain more than anything else.

After a few moments she stopped biting, twisting, and sucking then picked up her washcloth and put some soap on it and then began to gently wash my body. I was stunned as to how she was so aggressive one second and be so gentle the next. A few minutes later she finished washing me and rinsed me off then she untied me and said, "Get out and get me a towel and dry me off!" 

Quickly I complied and grabbed the largest bath towel from the rack and held out as she got out of the tub and I used the towel and dried her sexy body as quickly and carefully as I could, although I lingered on a few areas, and caressed them as much as possible. Her breasts weren't huge but they were still very nice. Once I had her dry she looked down and saw my hard cock and said, "I bet you're hoping to fuck me with that hard cock aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Beg for it," Lzzy said with a smile. 

"May I please fuck you, Mistress? It would be the utmost pleasure in my life to fuck you," I said realizing how desperate I sounded.

Lzzy began to laugh at the sound of desperation in my voice, "No, you may not fuck me, but I will allow you to lie on the bed and I will use your hard cock for my pleasure!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I said to her.

"Go lay on the bed," she told me.

"I'm still wet," I told her.

"Don't worry about that, go lay on the bed," Lzzy said slapping my wet ass with her hand.

I listened to her orders and then she came in and used her hands and positioned me spread eagle before she pulled out some wrist and ankle restraints and secured me to the bed. She looked down at me and smiled a very sexy, naughty smile and said, "Before I use that cock, I want to see how talented your tongue is." She then got over my face and put one leg on each side of my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. I quickly went to work with my mouth and tongue on her hairless slit and took my time flicking my tongue on her sensitive clit. Her pussy got very wet very quickly. She slowly began to work her hips until it was almost as if she were riding my face with her pussy. With my body tied down as it was I couldn't use my fingers like I usually liked to do when eating a woman out. I was confident in my oral skills however, and with her own hip movements I could almost just stick my tongue out and let Laze's own movements finish the job. However, I didn't want to let her do all the work so, I moved until my tongue was positioned at the entry to her hole and I began jamming my tongue quickly into and out of her moist pussy. She cried out in pleasure at this, "Oh, yes, I love that! Do it, baby, do it!" At that response I kept using my tongue to bring her as much pleasure as I possibly could. She reached down grabbed my hair and slid up until my tongue was against her clit. "Make me cum with your tongue, damn you!" I quickly began to work her clit with my tongue. Within just a few moments she started to shake and shudder, "I'm gonna cum all over your face!" Hearing her response I continued to use my tongue to bring her to a very hard orgasm. What I didn't realize was that when she would squirt when she had her orgasm. There I was restrained to the bed and she was coming incredibly hard and wetting my face as she got off all over me while still holding me in place by holding onto my hair. She kept riding my tongue after she had stopped squirting and had another orgasm this one wasn't as intense but she did squirt again with this one. Once she was done she moved off my face and looked at me again from her kneeling position on the bed with a huge smile on her face.




Love Bites (So Does She)



"You got off on me," I said with a smile at her. 

She laughed at my joke that referenced the title of her bands first big hit I Get Off then said, "Yeah, I sure as hell did. Talented hands and talented tongue, I can only imagine how talented you are with that cock of yours!"

I could only lay there in awe as I watched her then adjust her legs until she was straddling my cock. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock, rubbed it on her wet slit and said to me, "You've dreamt of this haven't you?"

My cock was throbbing in her hand as she slowly stroked it. "Yes, Mistress, I have dreamt of it." 

"I could get up right now walk out that door and you'd still be dreaming of it. However, you've been a model slave and I think that you deserve a reward," Lzzy said as she worked the head of my cock into her pussy then quickly rising up again so that she was now off my cock again. I groaned, "Oh, was that not enough for you?"

"No, Mistress, please more," I begged her.

Slowly she lowered herself once again onto my throbbing hard cock this time she allowed about half of it inside her wet, hot hole before again lifting off of it. Again I groaned in frustration once she left my cock again waving in empty air. Lzzy smiled as she said, "I'm just being a bitch aren't I?"

"No, Mistress, you're not a bitch, I don't think you could ever be a bitch," I replied.

"Awww, that's so sweet," Lzzy said as she slid all the way down on my hard cock until her pubic bone was resting on mine. It was an amazing feeling as she began to work her pussy up and down my shaft with a quickening rhythm. It felt so good that I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer as the sound of her hips slamming down on my hips with loud slaps were the only sound to be heard. I felt Lzzy tense up and knew she was about to cum all over my hard cock when there was a knock at the door.

"Oh, shit, this is getting old! Twice tonight you've had me on the edge of orgasm and twice somebody has come to the door," Lzzy hissed. She then climbed off my hard cock and grabbed a robe from a hook on the bedroom door before she went to answer the door. 

I could hear a very animated conversation but couldn't quite make out what was being said. A moment later, Lzzy reappeared in the doorway and said, "Dale is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, Mistress," I replied wondering exactly what she was referring to.

"I think you do. Because, this is Dale as well," Lzzy said as a man suddenly stepped up behind her and looked into the room.

"Oh shit," I said as I struggled with my bonds.

Lzzy entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed looking at me and said, "I've mentioned several things earlier that have seemed a little off, but at no point did you bat an eyelash or even try to tell me that you may be the wrong guy! If you hadn't given me such pleasure, I'd be very angry with you. It does explain a few things though and of course for that I have to punish you again." Then with the mysterious man still looking on from the doorway, Lzzy began to bite me really hard all over my body. She left a ring of hickeys around my neck and bite marks down my chest and stomach in a straight line down to my cock. Although the pain was intense, my cock remained hard. I grunted and groaned as she left bite marks down the inside of my legs and down both sides of my body. She knew what she was doing and I found it odd that pain wasn't making my cock deflate but seemed to be making it even harder. Once she was done biting me she looked up and saw my still hard cock and said, "This I didn't expect! I guess you want me to finish fucking you more than I thought!"

"Yes Mistress," I replied no longer caring that there was another man watching from the doorway.

Lzzy looked at the doorway and said, "What do you think, should I give him what he wants?"

The man said in response, "Sure, as long as while you're finishing him off you suck my cock while you do it."

A smile came to Lzzy's face and she said, "Yes, absolutely!" Lzzy quickly repositioned herself so that she again straddling me this time in a reverse cowgirl position as I watched the guy in front of her remove his pants and underwear and present his hard on to her. Lzzy reached out and grabbed his cock as she started to ride up and down on mine. I was in heaven and judging by the look on the man's face so was he, I was fully aware of how good Lzzy was with her mouth. The faster she rode my cock the faster her lips moved on the new guys cock. Of course I had been on the verge of orgasm earlier and her riding was driving me closer to the edge yet again.

"I'm gonna cum," the man said a second before he released his load into her panting mouth. I wasn't able to hold on any longer as I felt Lzzy's pussy tighten up and begin to cum herself, I finally gave up the fight and began to cum myself, I grunted as I shot my load deep inside her sweet pussy. Lzzy collapsed on top of me gasping as she tried to recover from the orgasm she had just had. 

The man walked into the other room as Lzzy got up off me and started undoing my restraints. She said to me, "You're an amazing lover."

"Thank you, Mistress," I told her.

"Screw that Mistress shit, call me Lzzy," she said as lay back and placed her head on my outstretched arm and ran her fingernails slowly over my chest.

"You don't want to be my Mistress now?" I asked her.

"I can never do that for very long, once I've had an orgasm, I usually lose the desire to keep on doing it," Lzzy said to me.

"What about that other guy?" I asked her.

"He is who I thought you were," Lzzy told me. "I told him that you were doing a great job of satisfying me and that he would have to wait and meet me another time!"

"I'm amazed," I told her.

Lzzy laughed before she said, "Don't be you're not the first guy to pretend to be somebody else. You are however, the first one that was nice enough to me that I really didn't mind the fact that you lied to me."

Before long, Lzzy fell asleep snuggled up to me, the next morning when I woke up she was gone along with all her luggage, but my clothes were in a neatly folded stack on the chair in the bedroom with a note sitting on top of them. It read,

"Dearest Dale, 

Last night was one of those nights that I will never forget, I hope that 

someday soon I can see you again. In fact, Dale, after what we shared last night,

it's safe to say that I have a crush on you. You're not just some groupie, I hope that

maybe someday, we can explore this relationship further...

Hugs, kisses, and a few choice licks,

Lzzy"

She left her phone number for me and we have talked several times since this incident occurred. In fact after they won the Grammy in 2013 for the song Love Bites (So Do I), I was the second person that Lzzy called, her mother and father were at the awards show with her and her brother. I told her, "I'm so glad that you won that award and that song is very accurate, you do bite."

Lzzy said, "I can't wait to bite you again!"

"I look forward to it," I told her before we ended the call.