Wicked Winter Tails: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set by Nicole Garcia, LeTeisha Newton, Sadie Carter, Kaiden Klein, L. Madison, Kat Parrish, Luscious Lee Grimm, Christy Dilg (28)

Howling Escapade

 

Christy Dilg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  December in Manhattan will give you frostbite if you're not careful. Luckily, with one tiny nibble of my lip I can turn my red petticoat and black leather gloves into a heater. Of course, I know other ways that I would prefer to be warmed up, and it isn't draped in a piece of cloth, but rather layered with a naked man. That reminds me of the new conquest I am working on. Tall, dark and handsome with a little bit of added sex appeal. That piquant man is drenched in tattoos and serves me at the newly opened bar “Mouth” every Thursday night. The owners have expanded to multiple cities around the US, and it has become my new preferred hangout and the man behind the counter is an added bonus. Ladies throw themselves at him, but I watch his eyes always flicker back at me, and I haven't cast a spell on him or bit my lip yet. Tomorrow night, I will make my move, and if that doesn't turn him into a panting dog then I will do something a little more magical.

I discovered when I was eighteen years old that I had magical powers and came from a family of witches. Everyone in my family has a special power, mine just happens to be seducing any man with the bite of my lower lip. It might not be as cool as some other powers, but a seduced man will give a woman anything she desires and with this simple power, I hold the key to every man in the world. Witches have rules and one of them is that married ones are off limits of course. I would never go there anyway; there is too much fresh meat available. I do practice magic from time to time with the family and some on my own. I have the cleaning spell down pat. Heaven knows I hate laundry or washing the dishes. What is the point if I can just say a few words and it is finished? The sex spells are where my heart is truly satisfied because I am utterly, passionately, in love with sex. Every sweat drop, breathless moan and tremendous climax. Sex in itself is an amazing act but spice it up with some toys and a little magical enhancements and well…it is over the moon arousing.

Once I get home and do all the tasks that it takes to unwind such as eat and shower then I conclusively curl up in my warm king-size bed and doze off to sleep with the bartender on my mind. My dream state is so fucking sultry that the only thing I can't remember when waking up is how I ended up leaving my panties on. Damn, I could feel his hands all over my exposed body. I demand to feel his hard cock inside me and not my long skilled fingers. The excitement from my dream is guiding me into places I have never been before on my own. The anticipation of tonight’s events is driving me wild. I can't wait to accompany him tonight and make my naughty dream, reality. Work is going to drag by as I carefully plan in my mind every second of our naughty encounter. I accidentally brush against the bus boy at lunchtime and nearly combust from the orgasm that is built up inside me. Fuck, I have thought about this for a couple months, but now everything has come to a head and I am ready to let go.

After work, I quickly go home and change into the sexy new outfit that I purchased just for tonight. An all-black, short skirt that falls just below my ass and a low cut tank top that drapes perfectly in the front showing the perfect amount of my supple breasts. My long legs look sexy as hell in the knee-high boots. I wouldn't quite call them hooker boots, but they are in a close category. I pair my outfit with the perfect shade of red lipstick that will make my lip biting even more appealing if he doesn't take the bait. Who am I kidding? Looking like this and the way he has been keeping his eyes glued on me when I am at the bar, makes me think it is a sure thing. It isn't that often a man will turn down a beautiful woman and if he does...well, I will make it happen.

I stroll into the packed bar and immediately feel his dark eyes on me. Damn, they are piercing through my flesh like a knife into a hot juicy steak. I make my way over to the bar and slide my nearly bare ass on the bar stool and cross my long tanned legs. Every man in the bar has turned to take notice of me and I like the way it makes me feel powerful and sexy. I could have any man here and some women if I wanted. Tonight, I have eyes only on one and I nod in his direction letting him know that I am ready for him to take my drink order. Usually I go with something with a kick but tonight I stick with a very simple red wine. I want the inside of my mouth to have a tangy fruit taste when he kisses me for the first time. The flavor will have him craving me more as he slides deep inside me and with every stroke he will reminisce about how good I taste.

"What’s your pleasure this evening?" He says in a shrill tone. The small hairs on my neck stand up from the vibrations. "You are." I cut it quick and to the point. Our eyes lock and he leans over the counter toward me. "I was thinking of playing hard to get." His lips, drawn in a thin line all while playing the game and being as serious as he can. "I love a challenge." I egg him on so he will tease me more. I can play better than he ever thought possible and with magic on my side, I am sure to win. “My shift is over at one, but if you are serious, I can play the sick card with my boss. We have extra staff tonight so I will be allowed to leave.” He shifts his weight back away from me and wipes the glossy wood counter down with the white bar cloth. “Do you think you can handle me?” I inquire, uncrossing my legs. The slight adjustment of my body makes his eyes shift from my eyes to the top of my short skirt. I take notice, bend toward the ground, and grab my cheetah  purse that I sat on the floor earlier. My skirt pulls up higher as I reach farther down showing the side of my ass cheek. I hear him take a deep breath and I observe the older gray haired man sitting next to me that has an all access view as well. When I lean back up in my seat, I gaze over to the man’s lap and notice that he has a hard-on. It doesn't take much to get a man’s brain pumping, and I'm not talking about the one that connects to his neck. It turns me on recognizing that I can get a man hot and bothered with the slightest movement of my body. I brush my arm up against his ever so gently and watch him out of the corner of my eye as he adjusts his length in his pants. I am having excessively too much fun with this poor slob when all of a sudden the bartender vaguely caresses my hand to get my attention. “My shift is over. Did you walk here? We can take my bike outback if you did.” His tone is charming but definite.

“Hey, all the months that I have sat in this very seat and you have served me drinks, I have never asked your name. What is it?” I requested once I realized that I should know his name if I am going to take him to my place. I hop down off the stool and pick my purse off the dark hardwood floor bending over from my waist so the older man on the stool next to me has full access to the red lace thong I am wearing. I lean up gradually and wait patiently for the bartender to tell me his name.

“Thayer O’Brien.” He blurts out in a dark but sultry tone and just as quickly, he grabs my hand and pulls it tightly as he marches toward the back door.  I flinch a little once his hand touches mine from the coldness on his skin but I squeeze it back and follow him. My legs can barely catch up at the speed he is going. “Hey, slow down.” I start to giggle essentially because I've been with some eager men before, although never before we get to our destination. “I can't wait to taste you on my tongue. We need to hurry or I will take you in front of all the people in the bar and I need my job tomorrow.” His Irish accent and declarations make my pussy clinch from being verbally aroused. I love a man to be direct with me. It's so fucking hot.

“My name is Chenille Bishop by the way. Thanks for caring.” I say in a sarcastic tone, but then again, loving every minute of his take-charge actions. He glares back at me and I melt. Wasn’t I suppose to be the witch here because I could swear he had some magical powers over me?

We pull into my apartment building that is in the heart of Soho. My sister Jenny and I own a soup bar in downtown Manhattan called “Steamy Soups” that does very well even without our magical enhancing abilities. My loft is rather simple on the inside as far as home décor goes. I like everything to stay earthy to bring out the elements around me, which mean most things are in shades of brown. We walk through the door and before I can put the keys on the small wood table next to the door, Thayer grabs my shoulder and spins me around, slamming my back into the wall near the door. The force nearly takes my breath away. His strong hand grips my hair from behind and he tugs until my neck is stretched out meticulous enough that he has full access to every inch of it. His lips slightly brush against my neck and his warm, wet tongue skims the skin up to my ear. The goose bumps spread across my body from the sensations that are rippling through my insides.

“I can almost taste the blood running through your veins, you are so delicious.” Thayer’s voice is a little shaky from his nerves possibly.

“I have a few other spots that are just as delectable.” I say breathlessly and I skim his lips with my index finger. His words creep me out a little. I don’t know what guy talks about someone’s blood tasting good and if he acts like he is going to bite me any where I will send him to another dimension with a few chants and a bite of my lip. I gaze into his eyes and he startles me when his teeth snap at my finger and his throat lets out a snaring growl. His eyes are soft and I am assured that he is just playing and my fear vanishes. He pulls my skirt up over my ass and tugs on the thin string that is my thong until it pops, and they fall seamlessly to the hard tile floor. He places his substantial hands on either side of my waist and pushes me up higher on the wall, holding me there steady as his lips engage mine. I can't help but touch every part of his body that my hands can reach although the part I am most interested in is too far for even my long arms to reach from this angle. He releases one hand and uses it to undo the button on his pants all the while he is slowly making his way from my mouth to my neck. I hear the metal zipper of his pants sliding down and then silence and stillness. I can't help but open my eyes to see what he is doing and his red eyes startle me. I blink and they are brown again. Fuck the arousal is playing tricks on me. I lay my head back against the walls flat surface and take in a deep breath. I can smell his clean scent all around me. “Ahh.” I scream out.

His length penetrated through my folds without warning. It is fast and hard. The passion he has is searing and I want more. I crave more. I arch my back so his shaft slides inside me deeper. Fuck, he has reached something inside that I have never experienced before and the feeling that is building up is hard to let go. I know I need to come but I don't want this feeling to end. I want the pleasure to continue making me quiver. Every part of me is shaking tremendously and I have to remind myself to breath, since I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. My arms fall weak to my sides as he continues to ram deep within me and I hold back my release. “Your pussy is so wet; I know you want to come. Don’t hold back baby. Come for me.” His words are my unraveling. I come for him as he slides in and out at a slower pace and stills, releasing a small jerk when he has come. He slips out of me and removes the condom. I point toward the living room and softly mutter, “Bathroom is down the hall on the left.”

He strolls to the bathroom to clean himself up and I lay still on the cold tile floor of my loft. My legs feel like jello and my heart is slowly starting to return to its normal pattern. It was brief but it was the best sex I have ever had. It was raw and passionate. There was no need for magic to make me feel anything. It was there on its own. Perfectly and leaving me ravished. The feeling in my legs start to return so I stagger back up, pull my skirt down over my ass, and search on the floor for my torn thongs. They are nowhere in sight. I assume he took them to the trash for me, which is very considerate for a one-night stand. Hell, for any man. I walk toward the kitchen and stop to look in the large square mirror on the wall in the living room. I have mascara dripping down my face so I lick my finger and rub at it until it disappears. When I have the last bit off, Thayer saunters back into the room looking as hot as the first time I saw him at the bar. Actually, I think he is now a few notches hotter after I know how good he feels inside me.

“So, what's up with the locked room?” He asks, nodding his head toward the back room.  “Oh that, it's just filled with my treasures like diamonds and blocks of gold.” I walk over to the couch, take a seat, and swallow a sip from the glass of wine I just poured myself. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I just opened a new bottle of “Lakeshores, French kiss white wine” if you have time you can hang for a while and we can have round two.” I lick my lips slowly, tasting the sweetness from the wine and wait for his response. Besides, there will be a round two regardless if he likes it or not. I need more and I am not ready to let him leave just yet. He pours the wine into the crystal wine glass and shakes it in the air. I can't help but to be mesmerized by every move he makes and downright unable to take my eyes off him. I would almost swear on my soul that the liquid is rotating in slow motion as he swirls the glass. Once he takes a sip, he finally accompanies me on the sofa. We both know what is next, but I think he is playing hard to get again. It is as if he’s extremely turned on by my suffering and my complete need for him to touch me.

“Are you going to show me behind the door?” Thayer adjusts the way he is sitting and turns his body toward me. My eyes focus in on his shirt that is halfway unbuttoned with a small patch of hair peaking through the fabric. I haven't even seen him without his clothes on and I can't control my thoughts. “Why is it important?” I look at him dead face.

“If you have it locked up, either you are hiding something or you are hiding something. So you should just let the cat out of the bag.” He slides his hand up my leg and pauses as I let out a small breath. I sigh, “Damn, if you are going to be a baby about it then I will show you but you better know this, once you go in you can't walk out.” Thayer's eyes widen. I rise up from the couch and hold my hand out for him to take it and he does. We march to the back room and I stop dead center of the door and turn to face him. “Are you sure you want to know my secrets?” He nods his head yes. I reach above the photo that hangs on the wall adjacent to the door and slide off the small copper key and slip it into the doorknob. Once the door is open, I stand back and allow him to enter the room first. My breath hitches as I follow a little farther behind him as he takes it all in. I take in a deep breath and have the sense of warmness engulf my veins. I don’t bring anyone in this room unless they are under a spell which happens only after they agree and sign a contract that my attorney has drawn up. I would never do anything sexual with a person without their permission of course. The only thing is that after it is over they will remember nothing about the room or the magic but only the magnificent amount of pleasure they experienced with me.

The room is black with splashes of red and silver to make the room inviting. The large dark walls are completely masked by a black shimmery fabric that is almost like curtains, but made to make the room more appealing to the eye. In the center of the room is a large magic circle that is where the magic begins. Sex spells are the hardest spell to cast other than the love ones because all words can be confusing when it comes to love and pleasure. It took me years to perfect this spell and now I have it down pat. Of course, the inner of the circle protects me for, if or when, the man or woman gets out of control. I have learned the hard way that even my best judgment in a one-night stand might be my worse. It is cold tonight in this room with the dropping temperatures outside so I grab the remote off the large oak dresser on the far side of the room and switch on the fireplace. On the left of the dresser is a king-sized oak bed with a slatted headboard. A black down comforter and red silk sheets top the bed with a few pillows to complete the look, but have never been used. This room is not for sleeping, ever. Once the magic is over, everyone goes home and I go back to pretending to be the innocent human that lives alone with her black cat named Pansy.

Thayer turns and glares at me. “Is this your bedroom?” He scratches his head staring at the center of the room and continues, “Are you a witch?”

“No it’s not and yes I am.” I whisper but loud enough that he can hear me. He hasn’t bolted from the room yet, so it is safe to say he is not freaked but curious. “Ask me what you want. I’m an open book right now.” I take a seat on the end of the bed, kicking my feet back and forth, as I wait for him to say something.

“How long have you been doing this? Are you a good witch or a bad witch and why did you trust me to bring me in here?” He asks one question after the next as he paces the room.

“I was born this way and I learned about it when I was eighteen. I am mostly good but I like to be bad sometimes and it wasn’t about trust because I can wipe away your memory anytime I want.” I peer up at him and his large frame wanders over and stands directly in front of me.

He leans down to where his face is almost touching mine. “You wouldn’t do that now, would you?” His voice is almost a whisper but husky and sexy. I feel myself start to heat up and though several before have turned me on, there is something about Thayer that wakes up my sexual desire and brings it to my throat.

“I would and I will if I don’t trust you now or after you leave.” I utter, crossing my legs to clinch in the want I feel for him so I don’t snatch him onto this bed.

“Tell me more about this room and why it is locked. You mentioned that it wasn’t your bedroom.” He bites his lower lip and climbs onto me, pushing me onto the bed.

“It’s simple. I like sex, but I love pleasure more. I cast spells in here that enhance the orgasm and the whole experience. It is quite phenomenal.” I explain to him as he leans in closer to my lips. I could take him at any moment and get this show started but there is something in the way he scrutinizes me that makes me want to converse with him more. Others have asked the same questions before, but his tone is different, almost as if he already knows something I don’t. Thayer presses his lips to mine and crushes his body full force onto my small frame. I grab his arm and firmly push on him until he relaxes. “I want to feel what you experience but I don’t want to forget afterwards. I want to know everything when we are finished and after I have left. I won’t tell anyone your secret, and if it is as good as you say it is then, I want to do it again.” He rolls over off my body and props himself up on his elbows and gazes over at me. “Okay but know that if I decide that I can’t trust you then I will wipe your memory clean. I’ve never had anyone walk out of here remembering the magic performed here. This is a first for me.” I cave. Me, I cave to a man that is nothing more than a toy for me. What has gotten into me since we fucked in the foyer of my loft? He has turned me into every other needy woman in the world but for some reason it’s okay and I like that I feel this way.

I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand up. “I’m going to walk over to the magic circle and I want you to stay here until I order you to move.” I cock a half smile, march over to the circle, and sit with my legs crossed mid-shin in the center of the articulate design. I light all the candles at once after I chant the words, Fire high. Fire low. Now fire glow. The red candle is for sex and the pink one is for lust. I sprinkle a protective powder on the pink candle to symbolize the red one is my target as I visualize that I am a sexual goddess and the man closest to me has a desire to pleasure me and the more I am pleasured the more aroused he will become. Then I gently rub a soothing oil on my arms. I bite my lip to finish off the spell. The flames of the candles change from a warm golden flicker to a deep red flame. I know from the deep shade of red that the spell is complete and I stand up and turn to face Thayer on the bed. The expression that spreads across his face is erotic and I can feel the heat from his body on mine without even touching his skin.

“It's time to play dress up.” I enlighten him as I saunter over to the massive size closet that is filled with different types of costumes. Humm, what should we be today? Ah ha! I have the perfect thing. I remove two outfits and toss Thayer his just before I slip out of my clothes and let them drop to the floor where I stand and they puddle at my feet. When I finish and give myself the once over in the large mirror hanging on the wall next to the bed. Thayer is wearing a pair of red velvet pants, topped with white fur at the bottom of the legs while I am dressed in a red velvet dress that lands halfway down my ass, leaving the other half exposed. “Mr. And Mrs. Claus seemed like the perfect fit for a night like this. Don’t ya think?” I pose with one hand on my hip, dropping a sinful smile his way. “Damn woman you look fucking hot.” He responds, “You just made my dick stand up and salute.” He reacts with excitement in his voice. It doesn’t take long before he is all over me. Our bodies slam into the mirror and within a few seconds we have stripped the comforter off the bed and the clothes have been lost. Normally when I play dress-up, we actually role-play before we start fucking. The chemistry Thayer and I have for one another is like nothing I have ever felt before. I’m not sure exactly what to think about it. It happened before the magic.

Thayer glides his large hand slowly up and down my slender thigh causing my body to shiver. I entangle my fingers into his dark, silky hair and press my lips firmly on his. I love the way his kiss tastes sweet yet salty. It’s almost like eating a chocolate covered pretzel and then devouring the whole bag. Sinfully delicious. His hand reaches the apex of my thigh and moves higher up, teasing me more with each stroke. “Open your legs.” He barks. I do as I am told even though I am used to being the one in charge. The firmness in his tone turns me on more. He pushes my legs further apart and runs his hand along the outside of my pussy with smooth and précis movements. One of his fingers penetrates though the folds and reaches the wetness that has been building up. He slides it up and down getting lower each time until he barely touches my ass. He pushes himself back until his face is in the center of my legs and he is facing me. His brown eyes blaze and he licks his lips before disappearing below. I can feel his tongue glide across the slick folds. His hands reach up under my hips and lifts me up a little higher as he continues stroking and licking. I feel his fingers push deep inside me as he begins to suck. Oh my…the pleasure is so intense. I try to hold back so I don't come yet but it is getting harder with every move he makes. I tug on his overgrown hair to get his attention but he ignores me. I let out a loud moan and my breathing is getting rougher as I try to hold back. “Let go, Chenille. Come baby. Show me I am doing something right.” He murmurs before he slips his tongue inside me and pulls it out then repeating the pattern. I finally release. The orgasm is so intense and I know that the spell has worked but I have this feeling that it would have been this way without it. Thayer knows how to pleasure me by his words and his movements. There isn't anything he doesn't do that hasn’t turned me on deep inside the depths of my inner core. I want him to continue to do it for as long as we both can keep this up.

Hours later the spell has worn off and we are sore and dripping sweat. “You were right about the enhancement. I don't know if I can ever go back to the normal way again.” Thayer says while rubbing his hand lightly up and down my back.

“I used to think the same thing up until the foyer earlier. You, Mr. O’Brien, are enhanced all on your own.” I lean up and kiss his plump lips softly.

I can feel him smile beneath my lips. Knowing that it pleases him that I thought he was magnificent without the magic is enduring and sexy. If my legs didn’t feel like flan I would climb on top and ride him until the sun rises over the buildings. I lean into his chest and fall asleep. It is out of the ordinary for me to sleep with anyone and I mean actual sleep. I blame it on being tired from the long evening, but I know that it is the pull between us that’s drawing me in. I need to kick him out before I fall into a lovesick fool but I don't want too. I want to do this again tomorrow and try leaving the magic behind first and then enhancing it up a notch. What the hell am I thinking? He is a conquest, a one-night stand. There isn't a do over. Fuck it, if he is game then so am I.

After an extremely long night full of games and repeat pleasure, we both wake up around noon on Friday morning. Today is my day off at the restaurant so it worked out perfectly. Thayer doesn’t have to be at the bar until this evening so we could go another round or two if my body wasn’t exhausted from the night before. His muscular arm is wrapped diagonally over my naked breasts and his face is rammed into the back of my neck. I am so flabbergasted at how I continue to feel with him. You would have thought I knew him my whole life. I am a little saddened as I wait for him to wake up. I don’t want the night to be over. Why do I feel this way? If I didn’t know better, I would think he cast a spell on me and I am the puppet in his play. He loosens his grip and rolls over facing the other side. It is my chance to get up and stop the crazy emotion I am feeling. I slowly start to climb out of the bed when I feel something grab my wrist firmly. I glaze down to see that it is Thayer’s hand. “What are you doing?” I shout a little more loudly than I should have. His eyes pierce into mine. “Where do you think you are going? He demands not moving his hand from my wrist.

“I am going to the restroom, if you must know.” I blurt out the most believable lie I can muster up. He lets go of my arm and I stroll to the bathroom just outside the room. I brush my teeth and clean myself up. My brown hair looks like a rats nest in the scruffy bun I created during one of the many sexual encounters we had last night. I pull it out of the elastic band and brush out the knots before securing it back up in a tame bun. I pace back and forth in the bathroom unsure of what to do about the man in the room across the hall. I want to march in there and pull him into my lips and kiss him passionately but then I also want to throw him out and slam the door. I am having a complete bipolar moment and I need to get over my independent ways. He probably doesn’t even want to date anyway. A one-night stand is just that and we both knew it before we came here. Why am I trying to break the rules now?

I breath in a deep breath and walk back into the room and Thayer is laying on the bed stark naked. His firm, round ass is in plain sight and my bottom lip tingles a little when I see it. I could bite the shit out of it right now because it looks so damn good. That’s right; it looks good enough to eat. I will settle for touching though. I climb into the bed, grab his ass, and give it a tiny squeeze. “Yep, just as good as I remember.” I murmur.

Thayer reaches over, grabs one of my breasts, and mimics me. I am immediately turned on. Damn him for having this effect on me. I am wet and my insides are pulsating as he rubs his palm lightly over my nipple. I arch my back just enough that he knows I am wanting more. He slides up on the bed and sits facing toward me. “After last night I thought you had enough. I'm glad to see I still turn you on.”

I gaze down at his erection and smile. “Ditto.”

I lick my lips and pull my top in a smudge with my teeth. “What do you think we should do about that?”

His body collapses on top of mine, pushing me to lay flat on the bed. I draw my legs up and press them on either side of his hips. It doesn't take long before his cock is inside me, sliding in and out quick and rigorously . We both moan loudly with every stroke. His moans growl from deep within his throat. I am completely breathless as I reach high orgasmic levels. I don't hold it in this time but instead I come as he continues to get deeper inside me. The pleasure is so intense that I can feel myself climaxing again. I haven't cast a spell and I’m still losing myself over every stroke. When he finally releases he lays beside me face first into the sheets. His shoulders move hastily as he tries to catch his breath. I am at a loss for words but my mind is running a marathon. How could it be this good without magic? I have never experienced this before with any man. That's why I decided to start enhancing my pleasure with the spell. If this keeps up between us, I might never use magic again.

“Are you a witch?” I gaze over at him and blurt out.

He roars out in laughter. “No.” I wish I were that awesome. He brushes my hair from my face. “But…” He starts to say something and stops. His eyes peer deep into mine for a moment. It is almost aery. “I do have a secret.” He utters and adjusts his body so he is leaning on his elbows, facing toward me. His bare ass is hanging out of the sheets and all I can think of is how badly I want to grab it again. I try to focus on his words but my eyes keep drifting to his naked body. I lick my lips and go in for a kiss. He pushes me back, and this overwhelming feeling of calm rushes through me. I lean back and wait for him to tell me so we can get on with the orgasms. “I am a vampire.” He says, his Irish accent is stronger than ever and I burst out into laughter. “You are so funny. Really, Thayer, you know how to lighten the mood. Now can you get back to the business of pleasuring me and leave your comedian role behind?” I giggle and lunge at him. My frame is on top of his now and our skin is sticking together from the sweat.

“Chenille, you are a witch but you don't believe in vampires?” He asks me with a straight face. I seriously can't believe he is doing this right now of all times. I'm all for humor but not during the naked hours of the day. “No I don't. I have always known them to be urban legends. Fake. Made up for movies.” I answer and lean up on his hips. I love the way his cock feels between my folds. I glare down at him and wiggle my hips a little so he will stop all this talk and start up his huge cock toy again. His eyes change to a deep shade of brown, nearly black. I can't take my eyes off them and I notice something happening with his face. I can see the blood in his veins pulsating. It is the strangest, but most mesmerizing thing I have ever witnessed. Just as I come out of my trance, Thayer sits up and grabs my shoulders, pushing me to the bed. “Look at me. Do you see what I am turning into?” He opens his lips and I see his sharp fangs. I don't get scared but I am interested in what is going on. I reach out my hand and touch one of them to check if they are real. “Holy shit, you really are a fucking vampire.” I run my fingers over his face and feel the veins underneath his skin beating. “How? I…” I am stuttering over the words. I mean what do you say to a vampire. I always thought my first words would be “Change me” but now as it is actually happening I am unsure of how to handle the situation. I have been alone in this room with a real-life vampire. Handcuffs, rope and hundreds of sex toys that could be used to hurt me are at every inch of this room. Oh wait, he has fangs and probably a tremendous strength to do that. I can feel my heart race a little, as I think of all the things he could have done to me but instead he just had sex with me over and over. “Wait; is there some special sex power that vampires have?” I ask him as I squirm to get out of his grasp. “No, but I can compel you to do whatever I want and have orgasm after orgasm so that's what I made you do.” He says smugly, finally releases his grip and climbs off me so I can get up. “Are you going to kill me?” I ask in fear of the answer. I pace back and forth in the room. My naked body is starting to get cold whether it is from the temperature of the room or the fear that is now invading my mind I am unsure. “No I am not going to kill you. I can't even feed off you if I wanted. Your blood is like poison to me. A coven cast a spell centuries ago so that vampires could no longer feed on witches. It took away the fear witches had so they no longer see us as a threat. We can stay hidden since they are no longer trying to harm us and we can't harm them. Guess that's why you thought we were fictional.” He explains then stands and strolls over to me. He takes my hand and looks in my eyes. “I only made you orgasm. I promise that is all I did. I am sorry I didn't tell you before. I just wanted to give you something too and without the magic. I honestly wasn't going to tell you and leave this morning but now I feel different and I want to come back and see you outside of these black walls.” His words flow and I hear them but my brain is confused by what he is saying and also by what I am feeling. “Do you think we can do this without the mind games?” I ask and slowly turn my head away from him.

“I can and I know you can. I've seen you for months coming into the bar and we have something. No gimmicks. No magic. I can feel something between us. What do you say?” He convinces me but only because I am horny and let’s be real. I felt it. That’s why I kept going back week after week. I wanted to be with him. Sure, I played the same tired game of landing the hot guy and I did scout him for a couple months before making my move. I normally walk in and walk out with someone. With Thayer, I was more interested in him than the sex but in the end, I chose sex because I have never had a real relationship before. With the secret of being a witch, I was content being a hussy instead of a girlfriend. Besides, after I erased their minds, they never know who I truly am. I stare at Thayer’s hands that are still holding mine. “I don’t know how to be a girlfriend or how to live life with a man outside these 4 black walls.” A single tear falls down my face and I lower my head toward the ground. His cold hand lifts my chin up and his thumb brushes across my chin, wiping the tear before it slides down my neck. “Chenille, I have been alone for decades, waiting for the perfect match to come into my world. I believe that it could be you. We both have hidden secrets that we keep from the outside world and I think it’s time that we have someone other than family to confide in. Please say you will.” His larger than ever voice seems so small as he tries convincing me that we could work.

“Okay, I will try but on one condition.” I whisper.

“Anything.” He murmurs back.

“Fuck me now.” I look closely at him and his eyes glisten.

He reaches behind my back and scoops me up in his arms just below my ass. We have been standing in this same spot for several minutes now and my skin is like ice. “I will have you warmed up in now time baby.” He utters as he carries me out the door and down the hallway to my bedroom. He lays me on the bed and carefully drapes the comforter over me. He slides in beneath the covers and leans in close to me as I lay shivering. New York City in the winter is brutal if you are not used to it or have a good heater in your building. I whisper, “Warm me up, just enough, warm me up buttercup”, biting my lower lip to set the spell. The room slowly starts to warm up and Thayer plants a sweet yet passionate kiss on me. His lips are so plump that I can’t help but lick them. This time the sex is slow and more passionate. I am completely taken in and enjoying every moment without any magic or compulsion. He knows every curve of my body and every spot that sends me over the edge. After an entire night of getting to know each other, we have finally begun to enjoy the satisfaction on a much higher level. Emotional pleasure. I don’t know how I could have forgotten that pleasure is more than just spells but being emotionally involved. Connecting with the person that is with you and embracing every inch of their body. It sends me into a completely new level of pleasure.

Thayer’s tongue traces the outline of my jaw and skims down my neck leaving butterfly kisses with every inch he covers. His hands stroke my back lightly as we kiss and there has not been any penetration but the feelings are so strong that I could swear I was reaching my breaking point. We caress each other’s skin and the temperature builds between us. We gradually thrust the covers to the side of the bed as our own body heat warms us up. His lips are velvety on my skin as he trails down my supple neck to my breasts. His tongue thrashing and flicking my hard nipples and then gently kisses them one by one. He slowly slips his fingers between my folds and start rubbing back and forth at a rapid pace. Just before sliding his fingers inside my breath hitches from the buildup of emotion and tears stream down my face. He doesn’t notice the tears since he is enjoying the sex and they aren’t because of pain, but instead it is because I feel cared about. For who I am as a woman and a witch. No secrets and no surprises are between us. I am naked on the inside, completely exposed for him. I have never had this experience before and I am exultant. The sex has always been what I thought I needed and I created an entire room for my pleasure but in all the years, I thought I had everything I now know that I was missing intimacy. 

I entangled my hands in his silky hair, arch my back as his tongue penetrates me deeper. He gazes up at me and watches my face change with every thrust. I can see that it turns him on more knowing that he is bringing this much satisfaction to me by his touch. He rises and slides his cock between my legs but does not slip it inside me but instead he rocks back and forth, as his shaft glides across my sex, leaving me breathless. He enjoys teasing me enough that I almost come and then he changes positions leaving me hanging. I want to pull him to me and ram his cock inside me but I enjoy the teasing so much more than the release. I hold back and wait for him to be ready to let me relieve myself from the buildup. After an hour goes by and he has had his fill of every inch of my body he finally slips inside me and thrusts his hips hard and up in a rocking motion that reaches the center of my clitoris and we finally come together. We are completely spent and he crushes against my chest before slowly rolling to the side of me. His arm stays laying crossed my chest and his face presses into my neck. We close our eyes and fall asleep.

We don’t wake up until later that evening and Thayer has to leave and go to work. I have to admit I am nervous about what is going to happen next. I have never had sex in my bedroom and never spent the entire evening with a man. Once he leaves, I fear he won’t be back and then I’ll be back to the same old tricks of seducing men and then leaving them a couple hours later. We have both showered and I am in the kitchen wearing my cotton robe when he walks out of the bathroom. “I made you some dinner. I know you have to be starved after the night we had.” I slide the plate closer to him on the bar.

“I’m starved. I can definitely say I worked up an appetite.” He jokes and pokes the fork at the grilled Mahi, cutting it before taking a bite. “After work tonight I am going to go home and get some sleep but tomorrow morning I would like to take you on a real date. An all-day date, if you are up for it.”  He continues in between bites.

“All day? Okay, what do I wear?” I ask unsure as to where we will be going.

“Jeans and a heavy jacket. We will be outside most of the day. I want to show you some things about me as a vampire.” He explains then walks over and kisses my lips. “I have to run but be ready at eight o’clock in the morning.”

I smile and nod, “I will be waiting.”

“Oh baby, not for long.” He turns and walks out the door.

My smile fades when the door closes behind him. I miss him already. Until tomorrow, I guess. Until tomorrow.      

The bar was slammed tonight and I’m dog ass tired when I finally make it home.  I empty the contents in my front pocket on the bar in my bare kitchen. I have been a vampire for 14 years and I was 27 when I was changed. I’m not your movie star vamp that has been sparkling for centuries but I am not about to tell Chenille that. Right now, she thinks it's sexy that I have been around so many years, so when it comes time to tell her I know nothing about the renaissance period then I'll come clean and only then. There isn't a meaningful story about the day I was changed and no one made me a part of his or her family afterwards. Instead, Stella Tatum seduced me in the back of a rock concert after drinking and smoking pot; the last thing I cared about was her background. She was stunning with vibrant red hair down to her waist. She invited me back to her place and I was in the car with her without blinking an eye. Now looking back, I know she compelled me but with one look at her rack, I didn't need to be compelled. I would have went willingly. Her breasts were the most picture-perfect things I have ever laid my eyes on. I can still remember dragging my tongue over her nipplesand feeling them harden. They were firm and perky with just the right amount of softness to make them squeezable.

She didn't ask me if I wanted to be changed. It was real hasty and just as I was about to climax. Other than the pain I felt when she sank her fangs into my neck, I remember being pissed that I never got off. I mean fuck after all the hard work I put in to make sure she had an orgasm the least she could have done was wait until I got mine. I suppose that was what turned her on more; keeping me from my pleasure. I'm sure she had some horrid story about an abusive man and this is how she gets back at him but she never told me so I can only make an excuse for her actions. She stayed around long enough to make sure the change happened and then explain to me what I was. I haven't seen the light of day in 14 years except through the pulled curtains. I don't miss it as much as I thought I would. I guess I've always been more of a night person and I wasn't one to do outdoor activities so I was already white as a ghost. I told my parents that I am allergic to the sun so they would stop inviting me to outdoor outings. I haven't aged a bit but lucky for me my father always appeared younger than he was so it could have been genetic. I don't know how much longer I can pull it off but I don't want to give up my family yet. The burn in my gut is strong when I am around them but I have learned to feed before I get around humans and it works for a few hours. I don't want to be a killer. I just want to live my life the same as I would have as a human for as long as I can.

The morning arrives quickly considering the amice pacing that I was doing on the hard tile floor. I am surprised that I didn’t put a crack in it from all the foot traffic. I walk to the kitchen and reach for the glass jug filled with blood that I bought from the local blood truck. No, I’m not talking about the one for humans but instead the truck that vampires in the city use to get animal blood fresh daily. Yeah, I know it is crazy as fuck but the world has come a long way from vampire slayings. We choose to stay on the down low as much as possible and even though we do have the occasional vamp that step outside the box and feasts on a human, we mostly feed off animals. We had some help over the centuries when the witches made sure we would stay on our best behavior. According to some older vampire friends that I have met along the way, and shown me the ropes after Stella left me to fend on my own. After downing my bloody breakfast, I jump in the shower before dressing for the day in dark denim jeans and a black tee shirt with some lace up leather boots. As I pull the laces tight, I can’t help but picture Chenille last night in those thigh high leather boots. Damn that woman is hot. I don’t even think the fiery red head Stella has anything on her. I adjust myself in my jeans as I stand up, walk to the counter in the kitchen, and grab my wallet and keys before I lock the front door behind me.

Chenille is standing at her front door leaning against the frame. “You are late and I don’t do late.” She crosses her hands over her chest and pouts her bottom lip. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re a witch and can turn back time.” I smirk. She lets out a big puff of air and does a tiny head bob. “And who says you are worth my energy today?”

“Oh you know you think I am.” My eyes narrow and I slap her on the ass. “Now, let’s stop all this chit chat and get going.”

She giggles and clasps my hand in hers. “Give me a hint.”

“Never sexy. I have to keep some mystery in our relationship and keep you guessing so you don’t find me boring as hell.” I inform her.

We reach my motorcycle and I hand her my smooth deep blue helmet. She looks down at it as if it is a spaceship full of aliens. “Umm. Have you seen my hair today?” She points her long index finger toward her brown locks.

“Well, it’s the helmet or you aren’t going.” I state firmly and straighten my arm out to her so she will take her helmet. After a long pause, she rolls her eyes, takes the helmet, and slides it over her head smashing her hair underneath. I take a seat on the bike and she straddles behind me holding my sides before wrapping her arms tightly around me. I crank the bike and the pipes roar sending vibrations under us. Her arms clinch harder around me. I knock the kickstand up with my boot and we take off. We drive outside the city and the silence sets in. No one realizes how loud the city actually is but a few miles away and its dead quiet. I pull down a long dirt road and watch the trees skim by full of different shades of browns. The winter season doesn’t have a lot of color but it is still just as beautiful but with tranquility. I turn down a private driveway and stop in front of a log cabin, nudging out the kickstand and turning off the ignition. I stand up and assist her in getting off the motorcycle before throwing my leg over it. She removes the helmet and her hair is flat from being smashed inside. Her long fingers shake the roots and her lips start moving but I can’t hear anything. The next thing I know her brown hair is full of volume and she is smiling instead of frowning.

“Spells for your hair?” I touch a small piece of hair and run my fingers down it.

“A girl always has to look her best.” She smirks and flutters her eyes. “So, what is this place?”

“Well, this was my childhood home. My parents sold it to me when they decided to travel the world. They are retired and free they said.” I reach out, grasp her hand and tug her so she follows me. She is breathless when we reach the front door. “Baby, you need to get some more exercise and I know the best kind to do.” I look over at her and wink.

“I didn’t know today would be a sprint.” She rolls her eyes. “Open the door already, it’s freezing out here.”

I smile, unlock the door and open it backing up so she can walk in first. “This is it. Small and cozy.” I help take her jacket off and hang it on the wooden coat rack by the door. “Let me give you a tour.” I take in a deep breath and turn facing away from her. “This is the living room and all these pictures are of me when I was a mere lad. My parents came over from Ireland after they were married 42 years ago at age 18. They bought this house while my mom was pregnant with me. My dad opened a pub up and they sold it a few years back and went on the road. They come back to visit every few months and bring me back a ton of souvenirs. I hold out my hand when we reach the dining room. There is a huge churro cabinet filled with something from every state three times or more depending on where they have been. They invested well and now they live up the good life most people dream of doing.

“Holy shit, why do they bring all this to you?” Chenille questions after seeing how full the cabinets are. “Too be honest, I think they are senile and forget that they already got me something.” I chuckle.  “But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. This way I know that they think about me as much as I do them. I know it will years even centuries that I will go on living and they will be gone. Sometimes I would rather be selfish and change them just so I can keep them close but let’s be honest. I am not selfish.” I start walking toward the kitchen. She follows closely behind never saying anything but waiting for me to finish but I don’t. “Can I get you a drink? I have wine from “Lakeshores” that you like.” I turn and walk to the cabinet that holds the wine glasses. “Yeah, I would love a glass.” She states as she walks behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. The closeness of her heartbeat and skin is intoxicating. I have to stop myself from breathing because she makes me hungry. The alcohol is just what I need to numb the burning in my throat. I take the glasses out of the cabinet, pop the cork off the bottle and pour us a glass of red wine. She raises the clear crystal up to her soft pink lips and takes a sip before sitting the glass back on the counter. I do the same and before I know it, she is pressing into me and running her hands through my hair.

“I want you so bad. I can feel my dick in your wet pussy slipping deeper inside. I know when your muscles tighten around my shaft that you are about the come. The look of pure ecstasy on your face. That’s what sets me off. That is what makes me come. That is what makes me want to do it again.” I whisper into her ear.

“Then what’s holding you back?” She murmurs.

“The clothes.” I slide her shirt over her head and drop it to the floor. My fingertips slide smoothly down her bare skin and I stop to undo her bra letting it fall down her long arms. Her breath hitches as I kiss her gently with my moist lips trailing from her neck to her breasts. She leans rearward into the kitchen counter and her back arches from the anticipation building. I undo her pants and yank them down followed by sliding down my own. My dick springs out once it is no longer constricted. There is no time for condoms; fuck there isn't time for foreplay. My dick needs to feel her wetness around it. “Fuck, I want you.” I moan out. Her breathing quickens and mine follows her pace. The head of my cock pushes through her folds and I can no longer be gentle. I ram myself deep inside her and push my hips hard so I can fill her up with me. She screams out from the pain quite possibly but I don't care. She feels so good. “Faster.” She cries out and I oblige. I scoop her ass up in both my hands and slide her down some off the counter pulling her closer to me with every thrust. My body starts to shake and I can't hold back any longer. I come before she does and as bad as I feel for not waiting, the better I feel for getting the release I needed. I kneel down on my knees and pull her pussy to my face. I then lick her continuously up and down as her pussy becomes wetter than it has been and push my tongue inside as I suck on her clitoris. The constant motions sends her over the edge. “Come for me baby.” I murmur.

I help her sit up on the counter and then I walk over to the deep metal sink and rinse my face off. Her scent still lingers on my skin, which will remind me later of how amazing she tastes.

“I feel like my powers are useless these days. I haven't had to use them once today.” Chenille looks off to a non-important spot on the wall. “I think you should meet my sisters soon. Not my parents but my sisters since they would never believe that vampires are still around.” She gazes back to my direction.

“I'd love to keep us to ourselves forever but if we are going to do this relationship thing then we need to be more involved in each other's everyday life and not stuck up each other's ass. Sure, you set it up and I'll be there.” I grab the glass of wine I poured earlier, walk to the back sliding door, and open it.

Chenille trails behind me. “Oh wow. I didn't know there was a lake outside. It's stunning.” She steps out closer to the porch railing. In the winter, the lake is almost completely frozen from the snow and freezing temperatures but this time of year it has a frost to it. Some white snow hard as rocks still linger on the banks. “I should start a fire.” I utter walking back toward the door. “I got it.” She winks. “Sum mo hota tenta.” She chants and I peer inside and observe the fireplace is blazing with golden orange flames. “No wood needed.” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle. “No reason to hurt the trees for a small fire.” She states in a firm tone. I guess witches are touchy when it comes to their elements. Next time I’ll just ask if she can do it.

“Guess I won’t show you my fire making skills.” I tease reaching around her waist, pulling her close to me when we walk back into the house. I lay a tan fleece blanket in front of the fireplace and throw down a couple of the blue pillows that were laying on the brown leather couch. We both make ourselves comfortable on the floor and she snuggles into my arms.

"I'm glad you brought me up here to see where you grew up.” Chenille runs her long fingers through my silky dark hair and kisses me passionately. The heat between us is so passionate that we don't hold back. There is something surreal about the way we feel and if I didn't know any better I would bet, we were together before now, in another lifetime. It's only been a few days and I am having some overwhelming emotions when I am near her. All those months of watching her and striking up conversations at the bar I knew she was different, but now I'm sure she was sent to me from a higher power. Somehow, we never crossed paths and frankly, I don't see how we missed each other. I would not have missed her in a ten-mile radius. The smell of her scent drives me crazy. So strong. So delicious.

The next morning we get up early and enjoy the morning watching the fire burn out while chenille enjoys the chocolate chip pancakes I made her for breakfast. Shortly after we clean the mess up and bundle up in our oversized coats and scarves and drive back to the city. I walk her up to her apartment, I take a seat at the bar in the kitchen, and she feeds the cat. It purrs and rubs its black body on her lower legs as she pours the food in its bowl. “Can you go to my sisters tonight?” She murmurs with a shaky tone in her voice. “Sure I can. Do you want to ride over together or rather I meet you there?” I ask.

 

“Together.” She states. “I have to get a shower and get to the restaurant. My sister is already wigging about me being late.” She walks over and kisses me.

 

“I'll see myself out. See you tonight. Text me a time.” I say before leaving her apartment.

 

I call a buddy of mine at the bar and ask him to cover my shift. He agrees which is a relief. I'd hate to tell her I couldn't meet her sisters tonight no matter how nervous I am. I mean they are all witches so yeah that is a little freaky. They can cast a spell on me and turn me into a mouse or something with only a few chants. If they did I sure hope it would be a fucking dog at least. An animal that can be lazy all day and have people take care of them. Yeah a rich ass dog would be perfect. I'm not the only person that's said reincarnation wouldn't be so bad as long as it meant less work and more play. I stop by the flower shop before getting to my apartment and pick out some plants instead of flowers for the ladies. I know that as witches they are super protective of their environment so I just want to make sure I bring them something that doesn't make them want to toss me into the caldron or worse, cut my balls off.

I grab a beer from the fridge and take a seat on my black leather couch propping my feet on the coffee table. I turn on the TV and scroll through my DVR recordings. I find one of those reality shows that people walk around naked and try to survive. I've never understood why someone would want their privates open to all living things but to each their own. I mean I'm still recording it and I still watch it so it must be interesting. When you work at night it leaves your days pretty basic. Most people work during the daylight hours consequently it leaves little time to do anything but hang out at home. I drift off to sleep waiting for the time to speed up so I can leave.

Damn that dream has me fucked up however it could quite possibly be the witches already screwing with my head. I'm sure Chenille has told them all about me and they are probably planning on staking me as soon as I walk into the door. Shit, I don't remember the last time I heard of a vamp being staked, and surely I don’t want to be the first in years. I stand up and stroll to my bedroom that is plain white and it has little inside other than a bed and small nightstand. The life as a vampire is lonely. The movies compose things look so glamorous, but the reality is we are just like the people on the naked TV show. Strangers to the world we are in just trying to survive. I know someday I am going to have to pick up and move, change my name and start over. There won't be a family coming with me and I'll never have children to watch grow up. I'll be alone. Not much glamour there.

I knock on Chenille’s apartment door, and it opens slowly creaking slightly, then I notice there is no one on the other side. Must be nice to chant a few words and have the door open for itself. Not creepy at all. I stroll through and observe Chenille through the entrance way to her bedroom. She is wearing red lace panties that are half boy shorts and half up her ass. She bends over sliding one leg through the garment she is putting on and then the other leg. Damn the view is hot. She leans up and shimmies into the red flowing skirt until it fits into the perfect place on her hips. She turns and I get a glimpse of her supple breasts. Fuck me. Not something I should be seeing before attending dinner with her family. I will be thinking about it all night. The waiting is going to kill me.

“What are you doing to me?” I stare drooling at her.

 

“Why, whatever do you mean?” She toys with me.

 

Damn she is good. “You know I can't take much more before I hike that skirt up and fuck you quick and hard before we leave.” I inform her and start to pad over to her door. Pulling her shirt over her head she says, “Oh no you don't. I was thinking of something a little later tonight.” She licks her lip and runs her index finger over her bottom lip. “You better make it worth the wait.” I tease running my hand over the front of her thigh. Her skirt inches up slightly as I rub a little more. Her breath hitches and I know I got my revenge. I stride to the front entrance and gaze back at her. “Well, let's go.” I smirk and open the front door.

Chenille’s sisters Jenny and Melinda share a town house together in Soho. We get out of the yellow taxicab and Chenille proceeds to lead me to a set of red bricks steps that attach to a large red brick town home. The front door is a deep purple and the shutters on either side of the windows are black. Small jewels dangle in most of the windows reflecting light all over the brick and more likely all over the rooms inside. Green ivy climbs the right side of the brick home up to the second floor. It is every bit as magical as they are. I have two small plants; one is a dandelion, which is also known as pig’s tail to witches, and the other is magnolia that is identified as crow’s foot.  Neither of her sisters have been married but they are both looking for the perfect mate according to Chenille. Jenny is only a few years older than Chenille while Melinda is in her late 30’s. I’m not sure why she hasn't settled down unless of course she has a huge hairy mole on her face scaring the men away. Chenille has never elaborated on it other than she was looking.

The dark purple door swings open and there stands the most strikingly beautiful woman I have seen other than Chenille of course. Her blonde locks are in ringlets and pour down her chest just reaching her waistline. My mouth flops open like a dead fish. Chenille pokes me in the side. “Thayer this is my sister Melinda.”

“Hh..ii. Umm..It is nice to meet you. I've heard uh…pretty much nothing about you.” I inform and extend my hand.

“I've heard everything about you.” She utters with emphasis on everything.

I was surely making a complete ass of myself, but I wasn't prepared for the way she looked. She had Chenille’s face with blonde hair, golden skin and to be honest she looked like a playboy model. I'd hit that is all my head keeps repeating silently. We make our way through the house into the kitchen where her other sister Jenny is setting the table. She is shorter than Chenille and has black hair with purple tips. They all three are stunning but each have their own style. “Hey, Nell.” Jenny utters and walks over stretching her arm out to shake my hand. “Hi, Thayer. It is great to finally meet you. Nell, has told me all about you.”

“It smells great in here. What are you cooking?” I ask and look over to the stove. “Do you eat? You know I never thought to ask.” Melinda glances over to Chenille. “Well, I can eat but I don’t have to consume food to live. I usually only eat when I am around people.” I confess chuckling at their feared facial expressions.

“I don’t eat humans. I eat with them. As you, witches well know I can’t feed on humans without blowing my cover.

“Oh yeah our ancestors were bad ass like that.” Jenny boasts and Melinda snaps for her to watch her language. They are very sisterly. It is nice to watch a family interact with one another. My parents are on the road all the time and I don’t have any brothers or sisters to visit. I used to hang out with friends and their families but I was scared they would find out who or what I really was so I stopped hanging out with anyone outside of work except for the occasional lady.

“We are having one of the specials from our restaurant “Steamy Soups” called Hot Noodles its paired with some fried cabbage and a beef brisket.

“It sounds better than what I am used to getting.” I shuffle my feet, wrap my arms around Chenille’s waist, and kiss her softly on the neck. I notice the goose bumps on her skin from my cool lips pressing against hers. Her skin is sweltering and even though it scorches my marble like flesh, I can't seem to get enough of the sizzle and kiss her again.

We sit at the dinner table that is elegantly set for four. The wooden table reminds me of the one Chenille has in her dining room. I skim the rooms with my eyes discreetly while they pass the bowls of food around the table. I notice Jenny is watching me from across the table so I decide to strike up a conversation.

Grabbing the bowl filled with cabbage I exclaim, “Do you ladies shop together a lot? I notice some of the same items laying around.”

“Yeah well we work together and usually spend most evenings together. Mostly it’s a witch thing and vamps wouldn’t understand not being connected to the earth and all.” Woah. Melinda’s tone is sharp and downright rude. I don’t know what crawled  up her ass since the move to the dinner table but it threw me for a loop. I feel unwelcomed and frankly I am ready to leave but Chenille would be hurt so I will sit here and take it. For now.

The coldness in the room stills and as a vampire my thick skin is like ice but I can sense the chill in the air by others reactions and its nearly iceberg temps in this room. “So Jenny, what do you do for fun when you aren’t working?” I try to strike up another conversation with the younger of the sisters, praying she is a little more accepting.

“I recently have taken up kickboxing. It seems to help get my frustrations out. I have had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting some real scum bags.” She pauses and glances over at Melinda for approval to continue, I think, and since she didn’t elaborate anymore I am assuming that it wasn’t approved.

After dinner, I wait patiently while Chenille cleans up so we can get the hell out of this place. I don’t know what will happen between Chenille and I  but one thing is for sure, I am not welcome here. I have a hard time figuring out why Melinda would even agree to meet me if she knew that I being a vampire was a deal breaker. I’m curious to know what was said in the whispers of the kitchen. Chenille nods for me to follow her and I say my goodbye to the empty room as I walk out the front door behind her.

“That went well.” I say sarcastically.

Chenille stops in her tracks and slowly turns toward me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what her problem is. All she would say is that you are a bad guy.”

“Bad guy. I’m a vampire so of course I’m a bad guy but I have done everything possible to be as discrete as I can be for years.” I pause and take in a deep breath. “Where does this leave us?”

“The same place we were before. We are dating and if those bitchy ass women doesn’t want to be a part of my relationship then she doesn’t have too.”

“Chenille, I don’t want to break up your family. They are first.” I murmur.

“And that they will be but they will miss out on a lot of me because I’ll be up your ass most of the time and if all goes well you will be up mine.” She smirks.

It’s hard to argue with a fine ass woman when she is talking about things like that. I keep my mouth shut, grab her hand and we leave.

Once we are back at her place, I take her keys and open the door letting her in first and then follow closely behind. I catch a scent of her and my toes curl. Damn this woman drives me fucking crazy. She saunters over to the fridge and pulls out a pink wine and sits it on the counter before walking to the cabinet and reaching for two crystal glasses. I notice the sadness in her eyes when she turns toward me. Her family should have stood by her decision even if the choice she made wasn't the one they would have chosen.

We cuddle on the couch together and she turns on an old black and white called “Downtown Manhattan”. Tonight isn't about the hard dick in my pants but about the heart of the one I care for deeply. We drift off to sleep and in the morning we wake up in the same position. The sun is harsh through the large living room window. I much prefer the darkness of the sex room over this any day.

She excuses herself to go to the bathroom to freshen up as I make us breakfast. I prepare traditional Irish breakfast filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, fried mushrooms and tomatoes, toast and baked beans. I want to show her that I'm not just a vampire and I have traditions, family and feelings like humans do. I'm not ready for her to renounce us yet. I have to fight to keep her with me.

She strolls out of the bedroom and I glance up and to my surprise she is naked. Her brown hair soaking wet and her skin glistening from her moist skin. I put the plates down on the wood table and adjust the other meat that resigns in my boxer briefs. I pull the hair out just enough to have a seat and Chenille decides to place herself on my lap. Her bare ass on my now rock hard cock. She leans back and kisses me passionately.

“I think it's time for us to spend some time in the magic room. I sent a text to my sisters and told them I was taking a sick day.” She whispers in my ear just before dragging her wet tongue over my lobe.

“I think you are right!”

“Let's eat first. I'm starved and you sir will need your energy.” She giggles, leans over the table and slides her plate toward her, picking up a long stick of sausage and popping it into her mouth. Her lips drag slowly over it before she takes a rather large bite.

“Fuck woman. You are hotter than a gas fire. You better eat fast or this dick will be in your tight ass.” I warn.

“I'm counting on it.” She purrs wiggling her firm ass in my lap.

Breakfast foreplay is hot. Hell everything this woman does is hot. Once we finish eating we put the dishes in the sink and waste no time making our way to the pleasure area. Chenille begins lighting the candles and nods for me to sit on the pillow directly in front of where she will be sitting. I do as I am told and I look forward to what is going to happen. The anticipation builds as I wait.

Chenille still naked, sits cross legged on the pillow in front of me. I see the opening to her sex and realize my briefs have become a bit to snug so I lift my ass off the pillow and slip them down to my thighs and quickly take them off over my feet. Her eyes light up when she notices my firm dick free from clothing.

I start to talk but she shakes her head no and begins chanting. “Pedicabo me duro”. I don't have a fucking clue what she is saying, but the way the words roll off her tongue is intense. Her eyes darken to a deep shade of brown and I'm beginning to get more curious as to what she has in store for me. I begin thinking about the possible things that could transpire in this room of pleasure.

Her breasts are perky and her light pink nipples are sinfully plump begging for some attention. I want to seduce her and show her whos the  boss, but tonight I am all but willing to let her make the rules. The chanting stops abruptly and the flames on the candles dim. It's eerie and a turn on at the same time. I love the power she has over my body and my mind. The fact that she can turn me into a sex slave with a few words is beyond fucking sexy. Granted I would be her slave without the spells any day of the week for as long as she wanted, but I like playing the game.

She stands and motions for me to walk over to the large bondage horse in the corner of the room. It is black leather with straps to hold you down and restraints to keep my hands from moving. I climb up and lay back with my calves pulled behind my thighs. This will keep me completely still and unable to move. She pulls the straps tight around my legs and then my chest area before applying the padded leather restraints on my wrists. I watch her intensely.

She grabs a leather whip from the attachment on the wall. “Are you ready to come for me?”

I nod my head yes.

“Say yes ma'am!” She demands and pops my bare skin with the leather strap. My skin stings a little but the desire in me wants more.

“Yes ma'am!”

She drags the straps along my thigh up to my cock and gently allows the strings to stream down my shaft. The sensation is scary as fuck next to my cock yet at the same time I am hard as a rock for her touch. She wanders over to a large red tool like chest and opens the second drawer pulling out an odd toy.

She glides back over to me and stops between my legs holding the plastic up so I can observe it. “This is a masturbator sleeve for men. I am going to slide the clear plastic piece over your firm cock and flip the switch on the massager.”

I nodded as she poured some lube into her palm and rubbed both her hands together heating it up before rubbing it on the head of my cock and down to the bottom.  She lifts the toy off the table and places it carefully over my shaft. The plastic tube fits firmly over the stiffness. Peering up at me she inquires, “Are you ready?”

I smile devilishly. “Always!”

She clicks the on switch and the vibration starts. Fuck. The tension is building in my cock and I am trying to keep up with the momentum but the moment she grabs my balls I burst. She smiles at the white goo as if she won a trophy for giving a man the fastest orgasm he has ever had. I pant, “Damn your warm hands. Wow. I can’t believe how fast I got off.”

She giggles and kisses me on the lips. The softness of her pink lips and the way she slowly slides her fingers through my hair make my dick stand at attention again. It could be the fact that I’m a vampire and we get horny by just thinking of sex or smelling something delicious, but my bet is on her and the way we are connected to one another.

 

She unties me. “Now, its my turn to get off.”

 

Chenille climbs up on my already hard cock and slips the shaft inside her wet pussy. Her body rocks back and forth sending me into another world. My senses heighten as I focus on her orgasm and nothing else. She moans as she proceeds moving up and down my cock, her hands rubbing her breasts and I watch in awe of her beauty and I can’t help but to run my hands up and down her thighs, reaching her sex and sliding my thumb near her clit. Rubbing in a circular motion as she screams out my name. “Thayer!” She reaches her climax and I release mine as well.

After a day full of sex and more sex we spend the evening in watching old movies. Her sisters both have called to check on her and though they mean well, I think Chenille needs a break so she can decide how she is going to handle this new stress on our relationship. Sex can’t be the answer to running away from the problem all the time or can it?

My phone buzzes and I excuse myself from the couch to go see who could be texting me at this hour. The number is unknown so I reply back with, who is this?

 

Melanie. We need to talk. Is Chenille okay?

 

Me: Yes, she is fine.

 

Can you meet me outside the apartment?

 

Me: Sure.

 

See. You in five.

 

 

I explain to Chenille that I am going to meet her sister outside. She doesn’t quite understand why her sister insists on being a royal bitch but agrees that I should talk with her. I make my way downstairs and walk out onto the street. The streets are still packed with people even though it’s a late hour. It’s one of the things I love about the city so much. Melanie is just outside the door standing by a large potted plant. I try to smile but I can’t muster up one from the fear of what she is going to tell me.

 

”Hey”.

 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. I could hear in Chenille’s voice that I hurt her. I am not comfortable with her dating a vampire. I didn’t know you were still around and frankly it scares me. What if you hurt her?” Melanie tone is filled with concern.

 

I do not hurt people. I’m the same as you except someone turned me into this monster. Look in my eyes. There is nothing but love here for Chenille. I’ve never been one to stick with one girl because I was afraid of them finding out what I was. With her I want her to know everything about me like I want to know her and her family”.  I explain.

 

“That’s great words but you are a vampire. What can you offer her? No kids. Always moving since you don’t age. What kind of life is that”?Her voice strengthens with anger.

 

”The only one I can’t offer. I never thought about the kids. We haven’t discussed any of that. We are just trying to see where this is headed and I believe it can be forever.” I hear the sadness in my voice as I think about her not having children. I don’t want to take that from her.

 

“I think you should start there. I will put my defenses on the back burner for now, but you need to remember her life has only begun to start”.She walks off down the sidewalk.

 

“I will”.

 

I turn and slowly walk back up to Chenille’s apartment. Her sister made some great points. I never thought about the future with her. It’s always been the here and now. All of a sudden I feel like the wind was kicked out of me. I open the door and close it behind me once I am in the room. Chenille is in the kitchen making her a bowl of cereal.

 

We need to talk. I hang my head down low. “Our future. What kind of future do we have together when I can’t offer you anything but love?”

 

Chenille pads over to where I am standing and places both hands on either side of my pale face. “Thayer, the future I want is with you. I don’t want kids or a life where I have to stand in one place for the rest of my life. I know that is what Melanie talked to you about. It’s the same crap she told me in the kitchen last night. I only want you. I’ve never been Mrs. Beaver. You’ve seen my pleasure room? We can make this work. Don’t you quit me?”

 

I smile. “Never.”

 

Chenille and I have spent the last couple weeks at my house outside the city. She took some time off work so we can learn more about each other and talk about where our lives will be in the future. For her, someday she will age and die while I will continue in this life always missing her. For me, I fear that I would be taking away a life she could have with a normal human. A daytime life, children and someone that grows old with her instead of always looking the age I do now. Mainly children. She says it’s not that important to have children, however I know in time she will catch the bug and regret it.

 

“Thayer, I can get artificially insemated and have children. It’s not like I don’t have options”. Her voice firm as she tries consulling me.

 

“You got a valid point, babe”. I stroke her hair out of her face and kiss her sweet lips.

 

“Let’s go for a walk down to the water”. Chenille tugs at my arm and I eagerly stand up, wrap my arms around her, picking her up slightly and spinning her around before placing her back down.  “Anything for you.” I mutter.

 

The moon is almost at its fullness tonight and breathtaking glistening across the water. We take a seat on the edge of the dock and let our feet dangle almost touching the still water. Chenille lays her head on my shoulder and we sit in silence for a while. Every now and then she leans her head up and kisses me. Even though my blood is cold, her warmth sends heat through my veins.

 

In the dead silence I hear the crackle of tiny limbs nearby. I focus off to where the woods meet the bank and notice a moving silhouette. I stand and pull Chenille up with me. “We should go inside now”. I demand.

 

“What’s going on”? She whispers with fear in her voice.

“Creatures of the night”. I explain.

She starts laughing. “Isn’t that what vampires are called”?

“That and many other things as well”. I pull her to walk with me.

 

Just as we reach the end of the dock, a dark shadow appears and moves into the moonlight. A man’s face appears and he walks closer to us. “Good evening. I didn’t know anyone was out here so early in the season. I’m Larry. I live in the cabin down on the east side”.

 

“Nice to meet you. We own the house and land here. We came here to get away from the city for a few weeks. We are headed back up for dinner. Have a good night”. I excuse us and lead Chenille up the path.

 

When we reach the house and get inside I lock the door and begin checking the windows and front door.“Thayer, what is going on with you? I’ve never seen you be so rude before and now you are acting paranoid”.  Chenille stands in front of me so I can’t walk anymore.

 

“That wasn’t just some man strolling the lake. It was a werewolf. They don’t like vampires and we don’t like them. Chances are he won’t leave us alone now that he has my scent. We might need to go home in the morning. The full moon is only a couple nights away”. I explain.

 

“We will stay in before it gets dark. I’m not having some hairy monster scare us away from this place when we aren’t ready. I can cast a spell so they can’t come near the house”. She smirks and leans up, planting a big kiss on me.

“I don’t know how I forgot that you have witch powers. No biting your lip around him though”. I tease,on the outside it comes out like a joke, however inside, I will always have that fear. She will fall for another man.We sit on the couch and I wrap my arm around her.

 

“You’re cute. My lip biting days are saved up for you now. When we get back to the city we need to be locked in the room for a couple more days before returning to the real world”. Chenille smirks and climbs on my lap.

 

I can’t help but stare at her beauty and wonder how a vampire could be so lucky. It is believed that vampires are a part of Satan. The spawns of the devil himself and I don’t know where or how we originated, but I’m glad that we did or I’d be to old to catch the eye of Chenille. So, even though I spent most of my vampire existence wishing I was human or dead, I now understand the why behind the fangs. Her. My soulmate and one true reason for being on this earth.

 

We spent the night making love and it had no magic or vampire compulsion but it was one of the best nights I ever had. We slept in and I’m sure it was from the warm that I felt even with my cold hard skin. It’s the connection with Chenille that keeps me warm. I miss the human warmth that I felt before changing into a vampire but I can imagine it’s almost like the feelin I have in my chest when I see her face. Love.

 

Tonight it’s a full moon and Chenille has cast a spell over our land and the house so we are safe from the outside intruders. After dinner we stroll arm and arm to the dock to witness the full moon. It’s so beautiful watching it in her eyes. I might have seen it in that location more times to count but it’s like it’s the first time witnessing it with her.

 

In a short distance I can see two shadows. My instinct is to panic but I am quickly calmed when I remember the spell that is placed around the land. Chenille and I both hear this loud howl and then what sounded like painful thrashing in the woods. We both stand and are interested in seeing what we already know is happening. The change. The human changing into a man.

 

“Have you ever watched it happen”? Chenille questions turning her gaze to the woods.

 

“No, I’m not sure if it would be terrifying or exciting to watch. Do you want to get closer?” I ask, hoping she will say no but I can already see that she wants to which is why I knew to ask.

 

“I do. We are safe. No wolves can get through the wall I put up. Heck, my sisters couldn’t even get through it”.  She giggles.

 

I reach for her hand and she takes mine in hers. We walk to the property line just at the edge of the woods. The shadows become more distinct and we see two thrashing figures. Half human and half wolf. “Oh my God. One of them is female”. Chenille looks at me shocked.

 

“Umm. I’ve never heard of a female werewolf. I mean it makes sense but I always picture men when I think of them”. I respond and wrap my arms around her. She is shivering from the coldness in the air.

 

We continue to watch as the change continues. It’s strange and weirdly fascinating. The whole change takes about fifteen minutes to complete. Then as soon as it’s over, the wolves connect with one another. It’s not like two dogs having sex it’s more intimate. They have passion between them like humans do.

 

“So, I’m thinking something odd. Let’s go back to the house”. Chenille excitedly pulls my hand and ushers me to the house.

 

I am so glad I’m not the only one turned on. I pick her up in my arms and carry her the rest of the way. Once we get back to the house and get inside she gets on her phone and begins searching on the internet. Well, the mood has passed now and I’m at a loss but I let her do her thing.

“Okay it’s perfect.” She explodes with excitement.

I’m as dumb founded as I was when I came through the door and she went for her phone. “Care to explain?”

 

“Let’s both become werewolves. Then we will have everything we want. A full life together, children, half human life and a half Paranormal one. We just need the wolves to bite us. What do you think?” She explains and eagerly I might add.

 

“I love you for trying to think of a way for us to be together but this is something you need to talk with your family about before we go any further.” Leaning in, I kiss her on the top of her head and wrap my arms firmly around her. “Thayer, it’s now of never. How often have you seen werewolves in your lifetime? We will be human after the full moon and then I will explain it to them. It’s not their life.” Her voice is determined and firm.

 

“Listen, your sister barely like me already. How will they feel about me if you do this? If this is what you want then I will get bit first and then we will discuss it with them. We have time. It doesn’t need to be now.” I plead with her.

 

“Okay, first I will set a new spell in motion that will save you from any other harm than a bite. Then I will let the change happen and make sure that I am protected from you after you transformation.” She has thought of everything.

 

Hours pass and I move toward the woods and cross the property line into the darkness. Within minutes I see large red eyes peering through the trees. My heart races and I am terrified. I don’t want to be a vampire but I don’t want to be a wolf either. The only good thing out of this all is that I will be with Chenille and be able to give her a normal life. A life filled with family, daylight, and children. One bite and I can give her everything and in the end, she won’t need to change at all. I’ll be part human and our children will be part wolf.

 

The growl from deep within the wolves throat nearly collapses my heart. It’s the last thing I remember until I awake in the house on the bed with Chenille by my side. “What happened?”

 

“You were bit, I pulled you in the property line using some magic and you walked just making it into the bed before you started thrashing. I placed a bubble spell around you so you couldn’t do any harm to you or me. You slept for almost 49 hours. Now you are awake. How do you feel?” She places on my arm and rubs the new scar that is above my wrist.

 

Two years later....

 

“Chenille, he’s beautiful!” I hold our newborn son out toward her.

“I always knew he would be. Just look at you.” She teases, looking in my eyes while touching his cheek.

“It’s all you babe. I love you. I love our life.” I lean down and kiss her soft lips.

“And I love you.” She whispers.