Drew

She helped him lift her stiff woolen skirt and petticoat, and opened her legs wider and scooted in closer. He let out a growl of pleasure at getting closer to her body. She responded by slipping her hands up under his shirt. She touched his ribs and felt the sides of his washboard abs. He angled up at her touch, letting her feel all the bumps and hard muscles.

Alice had no idea how sexy she was or how her blood called out to him. He was hungry for her blood and for her.

She may look at him as if he was some kind of meathead, but he had her fooled. It had not taken him long to figure out what she had done to his electrical breaker box after she had taken off so abruptly last night. He wasn’t as clever as she was, but he was no dumbass.

As pissed as he was at having to pay the band who weren’t even able to finish a whole set, and as frustrating as it was to watch all his bar patrons up and leave, he was still totally turned on by the feel of her on his skin and in his mouth. After locking up his business for the night, he still had to go upstairs to his room and take care of…the other kind of business by himself.

He had known Alice was going to be at the ridiculous brown bag auction that morning, and he knew which bag would be hers. Coffee cup decorations? Please. She may not give him credit for being a good booster for the town, but he paid attention.

He had planned to get back at her by taking her on this date, fucking her and never calling her again. But that wasn’t working. He couldn’t help it. He liked her. And, truth be told, he was kind of a dick last night. He had known for weeks she was planning her first open mic last night. He had come up with the idea of a loud bawdy classic rock show in response. Why? He didn’t know. Other than some childish need to get her attention.

Dumb. And yet, it had worked. She showed up. They argued, they kissed, and then she left.

Now he was going to take her blood and ruin her for any other person. Man. Woman. Magical or non-magical. Everybody.

With her legs wrapped around him, Drew could feel her body’s curiosity. Her heat was close. He caressed her over her panties and was pleased at what he felt there. There was a huge slit down the front and all the way to the back. It had been a very, very long time since he’d come across bloomers like these. She moaned softly and tugged at his T-shirt. He took advantage of this slash in her underclothes and ran his fingers over her labia, all the way back. And back a little bit further. She was dripping and ready for him.

“Sweetheart, tell me about these crazy ripped panties of yours,” he murmured, even though he already understood what they were for.

She laughed and teased the hollow between his collarbones. “We believe the women back in colonial times might have worn these things that were split down the middle. It was difficult to disrobe when using latrines back in those days.”

“Latrines, that’s hot,” he said.

“So stop asking questions,” she whispered, tugging at his earlobe with her lips.

“I think the real reason was to make it easier to do certain things without being caught. Things like this…” And with that, he quickly reached down and sank one middle finger into her depth.

She cried out in surprise and bit her lip. “Drew!” Then she yanked hastily at his shirt, pulling it off over his head and landing kisses across his chest, rubbing his nipples with her thumbs.

Drew moved his finger slowly in and out. With his other hand, he cupped her chin and forced her to lock eyes with him. As he penetrated her with his finger and his eyes, he could feel—and smell—her blood rushing to her sex.

He could sense her nipples rising to meet him, and he let his eyes travel down to the front of her dress.

She helped him untie her linen apron and toss it to the floor. The row of tiny buttons at the back of her dress would be problematic, and things were getting urgent for him. She quickly unzipped his jeans and helped his cock spring free, and he caught his breath at the feel of her hands on him.

“Drew,” she said.

“Yes, beauty.”

“It’s OK. We can leave my dress on. There’s a corset and a whole lot of other things going on with this costume.”

He laughed. “That’s fine, it’s kind of hot knowing I’m about to fuck the hell out of someone who looks like Hester Prynne.”

She blushed deeply at the reference to The Scarlet Letter. “Speaking of costumes, you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

Oh, praise whatever goddess blessed this girl with curiosity, because he felt as if he had just won the lottery. “Tell me,” he said.

She leaned in and whispered her secret. Her voice and her words sent chills down his back and made his cock twitch. She spoke to him about one day wandering into the woods in the evening and being kidnapped by a random man, tied to a tree deep in the woods where nobody could hear them, and having the living daylights fucked out of her. In 700 years, Drew had never performed this type of role play before. But…he just might have to oblige. The animal that lived just under the surface of his skin whispered hell yes.

“There’s something else. I’ve never been with a man before. Only women.”

“Why not?” he asked, curious, squeezing her breast in sync with the rhythm of his finger that was inside her.

“It’s not that I am not attracted to men, I just assumed I wasn’t missing anything. But now I feel Ike I’ve definitely been missing something,” she said, inching her sex closer to his rock-hard cock.

He nipped at her neck. “I know. I can hear your blood crying out to me.”

Alice suddenly reared back. “How could you know that?” She locked eyes with him again, but this time with a suspicious edge.

“Same reason I know you’re a real, honest-to-goddess magical witch. I can smell it on you. Because I have a secret, too.”

“What do you mean you can smell it?”

Drew had said too much. She was alarmed and backing away now. Shit. This was not going as planned.

Alice hopped off his lap and tossed him his shirt. When she had regained her composure, she asked, “What are you?”

She looked fearful and he dreaded how she might react next. He took a deep breath.

“Alice, I’m a vampire.”