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  “I can’t, when all I want to do is rip away your dress, push you onto the table and sink my tongue into your cunt.”

  Her energy crackled around my body. I could feel it biting into my skin, clawing at my flesh, trying desperately to gain entrance. I moaned and looked away from her electrifying gaze, which now glowed from the darkness inside her. Droplets of lust dribbled down my thighs. I could smell my own scent, musky and intoxicating.

  Alexa moved closer. She sniffed the air and leered down at me. “I can smell you. Your cunt is hot and wet, dripping for me.”

  I put out a hand to ward her off. “It’s too soon. I can’t protect myself. You’re moving too fast.”

  She stepped into my hand, pushing against it. She grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back. A twinge of pain surged up my arm and I reveled in it.

  She moved in close to me, a breath away from my face. “You smell like a whore. A whore ready to be sucked and fucked. Is that what you want from me, witch? You want me to fuck you first then suck your blood from your veins?”

  I could no longer think. All I could see was Alexa, her eyes on fire and dangerous, her mouth twisted into a cruel smile, fangs, now distended, protruding between those lips. Those lips I wanted so badly on my skin.

  They were the lips I dreamt about. Her face I pictured when I called her to me. She was the vampire lover I needed.

  “Yes,” I murmured, out of breath, gasping from the power surging from her.

  “What? I couldn’t hear you.” She spoke into my mouth; her lips hovering a whisper away.

  “Yes,” I said more clearly.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

  “Say it again.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Again,” she growled like an animal.

  “I want you to fuck me!” I screamed.

  Alexa brought her other hand up to the neckline of my dress. She yanked downward, ripping the material. Buttons popped off. The dress separated, exposing my lace-clad breasts. She growled low in her throat as she moved her hand over them. Grabbing the lace cup, she pulled, freeing one pert breast.

  I groaned while she pinched and pulled on my pebbled nipple. I sensed her loss of control. It was almost audible. She bent and feasted on my flesh, sucking hard on my nipple. She yanked down the other cup and moved over to suckle the other nipple. She rolled it between her fangs, then bit down.

  I gasped and writhed in her arms. I knew she wanted to hear me scream; to beg her to end my torment, to end the exquisite suffering. But I refused. It wasn’t time yet.

  She yanked my dress completely down, ripping it to the hem.

  I was now quivering before her in only my black lace panties. My sun-kissed skin glowed in contrast. She pushed me onto the table, unable to rein in her raging lust.

  I knew she had thought of nothing but me since our first meeting. I had made sure of that. The oils on my skin contained my magic. When she had walked into my shop and first scented me, my magic had filled her nose, implanted my signature inside of her.

  The only way to rid me from her was to give in, to slake her lust and ravage me. Maybe then I would give back her mind, her sanity.

  But as she looked down at me spread out on the table, my eyes dark with desire, my skin glowing, and the flimsy triangle of fabric covering my sex, I sensed she wasn’t so sure she would ever escape, nor if she wanted to.

  Alexa rubbed her hands over my taut belly to the swatch of lace between my legs. Without a word, she slipped her fingers underneath and yanked, snapping the thin elastic band. She brought the black lace up to her nose and breathed in my scent. “You smell like cinnamon.”

  With a growl, she tossed the G-string over her shoulder and leered down at my exposed sex. A thin angry mark bisected my hip bone where she had snapped off my panties. She traced a finger along the line.

  I hissed through my teeth as she pressed on it. She watched my face as she traced a line down to my naked sex. I was shaved except for a small tuft of golden hair on my mound. She twirled her finger in the hair, and then trailed it down, splitting me in half.

  Moaning, I closed my eyes as she stroked me slowly with her fingers. I imagined I was like liquefied satin under her touch. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. “Damn, you almost taste better than blood.”

  Alexa grabbed my legs and bent them, pushing them up and apart so I was completely open and displayed to her. She gazed down at my glistening sex and I saw her sanity break.

  Bending down, she buried her face in me, licking my slit from anus to clit, then back down again. She did it repeatedly until I whimpered with desperate, clawing need.

  While she lapped at my sex, I massaged my breasts, pulling my nipples taut. I gasped as she swirled her tongue over my swollen nub.

  My muscles pulled tight in my legs and belly. I could feel the powerful orgasm building deep in my cunt. She probed deep into me, sucking on my juices. If she sucked on my clit like that, allowing her fangs to flick it back and forth, I knew I would explode into a thousand glorious pieces.

  I grabbed her head and pushed her toward my aching nub. I needed release. I would go mad without it. My breathing grew labored, and my mind teetered dangerously on the edge. I needed to plunge into the velvet depths.

  Alexa pushed my hand away and sat up, looking smug and pleased. “Beg me.” She grinned, her lips slick and shiny with my lust. “Beg me to make you come.”

  I groaned as her words inflamed me more. Her control over me was delicious torture. “Please, make me come, Alexa,” I panted.

  “How? How should I do it, dirty witch?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Not good enough. Tell me more.” She brought a hand down to my aching sex and flicked her finger over my clit.

  I bowed my back and moaned loudly.

  “Like this?”

  “Ah, yes. More,” I whimpered.

  “More what?”

  “Touch my clit.”

  “And?” She flicked it again.

  “Rub it. Pinch it. Pull it,” I panted.

  Alexa pressed her thumb against the swollen, purple nub and rubbed it around in circles. “Like this.”

  “Yes, harder.”

  She pressed down hard and rubbed faster. “Like this.”

  I could barely talk as jolts of pleasure surged through my cunt, over the swollen folds, and up my body. “Y-y-yes.”

  Alexa pinched my clit between her finger and thumb and pulled sharply on it. The orgasm pounded into my belly and radiated up and out to my extremities. My muscles contracted and quivered as waves of pleasure crashed over me and threatened to drown me under their sublime grip.

  I kicked out, forcing Alexa to back up. But she still held firm on my clit, rubbing and jiggling it, urging more from me, more than I’d ever given to anyone.

  “Ah, no more,” I panted. “No more.”

  Alexa relinquished her hold on my clit, and gazed down, her eyes slitted with desire. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”

  Finally, the ripples of orgasm quieted, and I was able to take in a deep breath. I had no words for the sensations surging through me. I had no words for what she did to me.

  “That was foreplay. Now for the main course.”

  I could do no more than obey. Her words, her energies, commanded me. My surrender was complete. She could do what she wanted. I couldn’t stop her. My aura had opened up and accepted hers. It swirled around us, intermingled, converged into a powerful, sensual energy. For an eternity we were bound.

  “Spread yourself wide.”

  I hooked my hands around my knees and pulled my legs back and apart. My knees touched my breasts. I could feel myself stretch. Lust dribbled down the crack of my ass. I’d never felt so wanton, so violently lusty. It was as if my cunt had taken on its own personality, demanding satisfaction at all costs.

  Alexa leaned down and licked my cunt from anus to clit, then suckled. I jo
lted at the sensations building there. I was still sensitive but battled back the urge to flinch.

  She slid a finger into my pussy, then another, then another, until she was pumping all four of her fingers inside me. My sex stretched glorious inch by glorious inch to accommodate her. I was afraid to move as another orgasm quickened deep within my belly. I feared I wouldn’t be able to control the descent if I let go. No one had ever made me feel this vulnerable, this open.

  Alexa pressed her tongue down on my clit as she picked up the pace of her strokes. Her other hand was busy at my anus. Gathering cum from my pussy, she slipped a finger into me.

  I bolted upward, but her hold on me kept me on top of the table.

  I closed my eyes against the assault of intense pleasure sweeping over me. My whole body vibrated, ablaze with delight as I crested the waves of release.

  “Open your eyes,” Alexa groaned.

  I opened them, but only because I could hear the restrained violence in her voice.

  “I want you to watch as I bite and suck you.”

  She moved faster, sliding her hands in and out with quick hard thrusts. I gasped as my muscles tightened around her. I could feel my orgasm quicken and harden. My breath hitched in my throat. It was too much.

  Opening her mouth wide, her fangs fully down and glistening with saliva, she positioned over the main pulsating vein in my thigh. Without another word, she bit down on my skin.

  I screamed as her teeth sank into my flesh. Pain rushed up my body. But soon it mixed with the pleasure and became one big ball of pure bliss surging through every nerve ending.

  I could feel every draw she took on my vein. Blood soon spilled from between her lips and dribbled down her chin to drip onto the floor beneath us. Every suck she took was like one on my clit, in my cunt. It was the most intense experience I’d ever had. I could barely hold on to my sanity.

  And as Alexa slipped another finger into my ass and her thumb and whole hand into my pussy, I let myself go. I stopped fighting the jolts and let them ripple over me unhindered. My orgasm slammed into me, taking me over the edge into a free fall.

  White spots flared behind my eyes. Ringing sounded in my ears. I thought of nothing but the wave of pleasure that rolled over me, drowning me in its intensity. Her power possessed me completely. I was hers. And she knew it.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alexa lifted her head and smiled. Blood stained her lips and chin. And I thought she looked like a goddess reborn.

  “You taste just as I’d hoped you would.”

  “Kiss me my lover.” I opened my arms.

  My blood mixed with our saliva as we kissed. It sealed our destiny. I had called the vampire and she came just when I needed her.

  “Did you like my offering?” I asked.

  Alexa grinned. “Stan was quite satisfying, thank you.”

  “It was easy to dispose of the body?”

  She nodded. “Being sheriff has its privileges.”

  “I’d say.”

  I slid off the table and shed the remnants of my torn dress. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. I stood before her naked except for my silver amulet, unashamed in my nudity. Putting my hands on my hips, I cocked an eyebrow. A wind blew through the room and rustled my hair around me. Power surged through me and over Alexa, the magic that bound us evident in my face and on my body. I had thought to conquer her with my mind and my body, but instead I had been overcome and mastered.

  The elementals had heeded my spell. They had sent me a powerful woman to quench my desires, all of them. But because of my arrogance they had also set out to punish me.

  Here was the vampire I had conjured—the woman I had wished to be my slave—and she had enslaved me. Her bite was more powerful than any magic I possessed.

  When Alexa took a step toward me and my outstretched hand, I knew that I was a goner, plain and simple. She was as bloody wicked as they came.

  AL DENTE

  Delphine Dryden

  Julia had never liked the furry ones. Not hairy men, and definitely not hairy women.

  “Even when I was just fucking them, I always hated that,” she admitted to Astrid one night when they were just starting out together. “But especially now.”

  “The texture?” Astrid had a foible or two of her own about texture.

  “No. I just hate getting hair stuck in my teeth.”

  They had shared a laugh, though it was true and one of the things people never really talked about when they were seducing you into the ranks of the sanguinarian undead. You had to bite deep to break the skin cleanly and get a good flow going. You had to commit, which meant all manner of nastiness between the teeth.

  And flossing was a dangerous task when your canines were long and sharp. Even when they retracted—sometimes taking the damn hair with them—they tended to wreak havoc on the floss.

  Such were the thoughts that weighed heavily as immortality spun itself out—over years, over centuries. Julia felt the tedium, the ennui more keenly with every passing decade. Even looking out on a timeless and undeniably exquisite vista like the one before her now—Rome just after sunset, sky still ribboned with pink and gold in the west, the mountains in stark silhouette against the horizon—it got to be too much.

  “I thought I’d find you here.”

  Julia smiled but didn’t turn. She waited, and was rewarded by the almost shy slip of Astrid’s arms around her waist and the press of cool lips at the nape of her neck. She wasn’t yet too jaded to enjoy that.

  “I like it up here. It’s the perfect vantage point.” They were perched on the dome of St. Peter’s, looking not over the piazza in front, but to the west, over the park-like grounds of the Holy See.

  “It’s a poor hunting blind, if that’s what you have in mind.”

  “Not particularly. Though I can see several lovely members of the clergy from here. Ripe for the picking.”

  “A man, then, tonight? Italy is having a strange effect on you, my love. All these boys with their bedroom eyes.” Astrid spread her fingers out, spanning Julia’s lean waist and brushing her thumbs over the delicate seam between ribs and breasts. “A girl could grow jealous.”

  Julia laughed, the lyrical sound fading into the fitful wind. It was darkening now. True dark. Nearly time. She let her laugh turn to a delicate sigh as Astrid continued to move her hands upward. Cupping, squeezing gently. It did seem jealous, a little, but in a sweet way. It was a possessive thing to do.

  “Don’t be jealous of the beautiful Italian boys. I may eat them, but only you get to eat me.”

  Two flavors of laughter followed, disappearing into the deepening Roman night. The back side of the basilica was not quite as well observed, quite as well lit or as often photographed, as the front. But it was still time to move, before the night tourists replaced the day tourists. Before the twilight’s forgiving ambiguity gave way to revealing floodlights.

  Astrid’s thrilling alto deepened into a wordless murmur of delight as she plucked at nipples that were already firm and hot in the gathering chill. She pressed her teeth lightly against Julia’s neck, scraping at the skin more gently than she would at any other neck.

  “Tonight, perhaps I should share both. Would you like that? Everyone eats everyone? With a little something now to take the edge off while we wait?”

  Julia groaned and arched back into Astrid’s body, into her words. “Yes…”

  They didn’t select a priest. Not for that sort of evening, not even as an appetizer. The decision was wordless and mutual. They flew from the church’s dome into the city and found a poor, lost soul near the Pyramid of Cestius. He was walking alone, mumbling to nobody, shaking his head from side to side. Whatever argument he was having with himself, he was clearly losing it.

  “Angels or devils?” Astrid asked as they skimmed to a human pace several yards behind him.

  “Angels, I think. Devils later tonight. Succubi. But this poor bugger looks like he could use a visit from the angels.�
� Julia nipped in front of the shambling victim-to-be, startling him from his reverie and forcing him to a confused halt there on the narrow walkway. There were few pedestrians, and nobody would notice them if they did not care to be noticed.

  Julia spoke in slow but fluid Italian, letting her voice soothe the man as her eyes did their work. It was sometimes harder, sometimes easier, when insanity was involved. In this case, to the relief of both ladies, the craziness made the meal much easier to subdue, much easier to lead into an empty side street, a darkened doorway.

  He spoke no English. So he merely looked on in rapt adoration as the fairer of his two new angels pointed out that he reeked like an open sewer. Her fingers were caressing his shaggy cheek even as she said the words, and her eyes held all the secrets of love and happiness and life itself. He smiled, an expression of beautiful incredulity. When was the last time he had beheld such loveliness? When was the last time anybody had stopped to speak a kind word to him?

  His dark angel replied, “We’ll take him at his wrists, so we don’t have to touch him as much.”

  Astrid flicked her blonde tresses out of the way before lowering her mouth to the man’s filthy skin.

  He died with a smile on his face, and the marks on his wrists would be long gone by the time anybody found his body.

  “Ghastly. Like biting into a piece of withered fruit,” Astrid complained with a delicate shudder as they entered the disco in the Testaccio district. Noisy, over-mixed dance beats assaulted their sensitive ears, part of the price they would have to pay to secure a more delectable morsel.

  “He was a leathery sack of blood,” Julia agreed, and then made a noise of sheer disgust. “And I have a hair caught in my teeth.” She picked at the offending souvenir with a scarlet-lacquered fingernail. To her relief, the hair came free easily. But it was still disgusting, especially considering the source.