Bitten

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It was so hot, and she could feel the weight of someone on top of her. A mouth was sucking, nibbling, and a tongue licked at the flesh of her neck. Izzy moaned in pleasure as rough hands trailed along her breast, stomach, pushing open her thighs. She could feel his breath against her skin, and God she wanted it. She wanted him, she gazed down through half lidded eyes, and then she woke up. She was covered in sweat panting, annoyed with the throbbing between her legs.

“Some dream,” Xerxes mused. She gazed into the darkness feeling vulnerable and slightly embarrassed. “Where did you go early,” she asked pulling the sheets up to hide what her Cami had exposed. “I was chatting with a friend,” Xerxes responded. “A friend,” the doubt lingered, but the subject quickly changed. “Hs bit you. Does it hurt,” Xerxes asked. “Not really, it aches a bit,” she responded. “I heard that if your bitten it can cause erotic dreams,” he added.

She blushed reverently unable to find the words to object. “Of course I assume it was erotic because of your movements and the moans,” he finished. “You know I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t watch me in my room or in the bathroom,” she sighed brushing her hair aside. “Because it's creepy,” he asked. “Yes, it's creepy and concerning,” she added. “I wanted you to help me find something,” he said changing the subject again.

“What,” curiosity got the better of her. “When I was alive I possessed a pendant I think you should have,” he answered. “Why,” she inquired. “For protection. You tend to end up as a meal often,” he pointed out. That was a very true statement she couldn’t debate. “I’m going back to sleep now. Find something other than me to watch for the next few hours,” she yawned rolling over and closing her eyes.

He hated that woman. Really hated that woman. Her smell lingered in his nostrils, and the taste of her blood was still present on his tongue. It would be dawn soon, and he needed sleep in order for the burns to heal properly. He lay across his bed throwing his arm over his eyes before closing them. His hands were tangled in messy locks, he hissed as he felt her hot little mouth slide down his member. He wanted to thrust up into her mouth, but he resisted the urge allowing her to tease him. Her tongue licked him from his balls all the way to the tip, before it ran in between the slit, causing him to buck. He groaned as she engulfed him, taking him in as deep as he could go. f**k it, he thrust is and out of her mouth, enjoying the slight gagging she made as his c**k moved in and out of her mouth. He was a gonna blow anytime now, and he wanted to look her in the eyes when he came. He glanced down only to have those honey colored eyes looking up at him.

Henry gasped as he sat up in his bed covered in sweat. “Some dream,” Xerxes growled. “What in the bloody hell do you want,” Henry yelled. “Isabel said I should leave when she is sleeping,” Xerxes responded. “So you came here,” Henry hissed. “You know it’s your own fault that your having these dreams. If you hadn’t bitten her this wouldn’t be happening,” Xerxes pointed out. Henry rolled his eyes ignoring the unwanted presence and the throbbing of his c**k. “Why are you really here,” Henry hissed.

“I am not a threat to Isabel. You made her afraid of me,” Xerxes hissed. “How did I do that,” Henry asked, reaching for his cigarettes. “She saw your hand,” Xerxes growled. “What does my hand have to do with you and your witch,” Henry asked inhaling. “She’s not a witch,” Xerxes yelled unable to contain his anger. “Witches are touchy subjects for you mate, any particular reason,” Henry asked. “None that you could understand,” Xerxes growled. “So is that all you want me to stay away from your witch mate,” Henry asked snuffing out the butt. He was met by silence, and he played back across his bed. He hated that woman, god he hated her.

“Ben, how are you,” Izzy greeted her cousin, hugging him tightly. “I’m great Izz, I came to tell you that we’ve rented out a camp ground and we’re going to gather together with the other clans of the area. There’s gonna be dancing, singing, and stories. Father wants us all to go,” he said happily. “Oh, that sounds great, when's it gonna be Mel asked looking up from her books. “Its gonna be Friday,” he answered. “Sounds like fun,” Beth said as she walked over to give been a hug.

Izzy packed her bag excitedly ready to escape the chatty spirit and the odd vampire for a few days. “When will you be back,” Xerxes asked. “Sometime next week,” she answered. “Is it really wise for someone like you to go into the woods,” he asked. “Of course it is. The elders will place up barriers which means that you and that blood sucker can’t come,” she said happily, “ This blood sucker has a name,” Henry growled from the door way. “Why are you here again,” she asked watching him carefully. “I am here to tell your little friend to stay out of my house while your gone,” Henry growled.

The look of shock on her face caused Henry to laugh, and Xerxes to object, “ I only came to your house once.” “Why were you at his house,” she asked, only to be met with silence. She glanced around the room only to be met with Henry’s toothy grin. “Looks like it made him angry, good,” he said before walking away. What a strange man, Izzy thought, as she watched him disappear from her sight. It took a few hours to reach their destination, but they finally did. They greeted family, danced, and ate for a few hours before settling into sleep.

She crawled into her tent curling up in her sleeping bag and closing her eyes. He lips trailed down the back of her neck towards her shoulders, down her back, his calloused hand gripped her back bottom. She instinctively arched her back feeling how stiff he was as he brushed against her entrance. She shivered at the sheer need and want she felt. Trembled as he thrust his large member deep within her. He completely dominated her fisting her hair forcing her back to arch as he pounded himself deep inside her.

She moaned for him as she became wetter with each thrust, and he growled piercing the flesh lightly enough to draw blood before licking and sucking her neck as he picked up speed. “Say my name,” he demanded his breath ghosting across her ear. “Henry,” she breathed. “Tell me what you want love,” he purred rubbing her c**t as she began begging him, “Oh God please.” “Please what,” he asked thrusting slower and deeper. “Please I’m going to c*m,” she gasped. His thrusting became ungodly fast and she screamed coming undone her walls clenched around him, forcing him over the edge with her.

Izzy sat up gasping, panting, unable to process the dream she just had. She reached up feeling the back of her neck for a bite mark. It had been so real, yet not real at the same time. Henry woke up with only one thing on his mind, he wanted to dominate that witch. His body wanted her, and he’d be damned if he continued to deny his primal instincts. “Where are you going,” Xerxes asked. “Out,” Henry hissed