History Repeats Itself

Chapter 6 – Just a bite

Jade watched the figure in her rearview mirror and shook her head. Xander was a tempting man, and she had no doubt she’d find all kinds of pleasure in his arms. But the problem was he wouldn’t be up to it. There were types of people that she could pick up on that wanted to be part of this lifestyle, it wasn’t hard to find them. They craved to be a vampire, but many didn’t get how lonely it was, so they settled for the next best thing; being a bite slave. And she feared that if he was open to being one, she would jump at the chance.

That wasn’t a distraction she needed when she had a bigger problem on her hands. She wasn’t just at the bar to feed, although that was one of two main reasons. She was trying to see what she could pick up on. The death was so unusual that vampires had to be talking about it, but there wasn’t anything she had overheard. It wasn’t front-page news, and probably wouldn’t be, but it was still big in their community. But not a peep was uttered, as if no one had caught wind or hadn’t cared. And given just how small their community really was, she highly doubted that no one had heard.

With a frustrated sigh, she slammed her car into park once she got into her garage and climbed out. She didn’t have time to think about this because the sun was already peaking up and she needed to sleep. Granted, investigating this death wasn’t in her job description and she very rarely went over her title, but this just felt too off, too wrong. And she knew if she was pushing buttons that weren’t under her name, she could easily be the next vampire death. With another huff, she stormed into her house, thankful she had the foresight to shut all her blinds, and went straight to her bed.

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Jade swirled her finger around the glass in front of her as she watched the crowd. For the past two nights, she had been out to the bars, feeding very little but still not catching anything. This wasn’t right. Death for vampires was huge, how could the death of a newbie be so quiet? She couldn’t peg it and she sure as f**k didn’t like it. But her hands were tied. She figured after tonight, if she didn’t hear anything, she was done because it wasn’t like she was going to get answers.

“Fancy meeting you here?” Jade smirked at the voice and finished her drink before turning around to stare at the man.

“Something tells me this isn’t a chance meeting, Xander?” He shrugged and she took in his attire. His t-shirt clung to his arms and chest like a second skin and the black jeans hugged his thighs nicely. She could only imagine what they did for his ass. She also gathered, from his lack of suit, that he wasn’t here on business. “You’re off today.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yup.”

“And you come here?” Her brow lifted in a silent question that had him smiling. On any female, it would be a panty dropper, no doubt. Xander was a good-looking man and she firmly believed that he knew it. However, she had also been around far too long to overlook those types of smiles. “Save it, Xander. I’m not an average female.”

“The smile works on everyone,” he told her, moving to lean against her table. “What brings you here? Feeding again?”

“Not exactly.” She matched his pose and glanced around. “When a crime is committed in this community and the death is handed out, it’s heard all around. Unusual deaths, as the one the other night, wouldn’t be quiet, so I thought I’d see what I could find out.”

“And?”

“And nothing. No one is talking about it, and I’ve been here since I woke up.”

“Let’s go,” he told her, taking her hand. She stumbled to keep up with him and she silently stated it was because he was tugging her, but it wasn’t. She hadn’t fed and she should have. Now, she was going to have to pay for that, and hoped she would be okay. She kept a better eye on herself than this, but she could admit her mind was consumed by other thoughts. “You okay?” he asked, glancing back at her.

“Yeah, just not used to being tugged.” He slowed down and she smirked. “Where are we going?”

“To your place, Jade. I want to see a vampire house.” She rolled her eyes and turned to her left, walking over to her car.

“Then you’re going to have to trust me and jump in.”

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“I’m not sure what I was expecting,” he told her after following her into the house.

“A dungeon? Coffins?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. But it’s bigger than I thought. Especially for someone who is alone.” She tossed her jacket on the back of an armchair and shrugged.

“I love my space. And I’ve been here for quite a few years. Most of us have huge ass beds, especially if we have bite slaves. I can’t even recall the last time I saw someone in a coffin. Not that there aren’t stereotypical people who love to play into that shit.” She moved to sit on the couch, almost falling on it.

“You’re not okay,” he told her, sitting down next to her.

“I’m fine.” He tilted his head as he looked at her and slowly shook his head.

“You’re forgetting I’m a cop, it’s my job to pick out the lie, no matter how good you are at it seeing as you’ve had many years to practice it. What’s wrong?” She looked at him and then shook her head. He still didn’t ring out as the type to offer himself up for a feeding so she couldn’t even get into it. But his eyes on her sure weren’t making it easy to lie.

“It’s nothing, nothing for you to worry about.”

“Yeah, oddly enough, I call bull s**t. I can’t seem to stop worrying. So, why not tell me what’s going on.”

“Okay, I’m hungry. I didn’t feed tonight like I should have. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve had a bite since the other night at the club.” He wrinkled his brows in confusion.

“How often should you feed?”

“Probably daily if I’m only taking small meals like that. I could go a couple of days if I had a regular donor.”

“I’m offering.” Her eyes flew open, and he smirked. “It can’t be that bad if others are doing it. You won’t kill me. I’m not saying it’s forever but let me help you now.” She wanted to deny him, to tell him it wasn’t needed, but she couldn’t. She wanted to try his blood, to see why it kept calling her. She licked her lips as she eyed the side of his neck. “I’m not afraid.”

“Didn’t think you were.” She gently shoved his chest. “Lay down, it’s easier this way.” His brows came together in confusion, but he leaned back. She followed him, her hand resting by his head. “This might sting, but I promise, you’ll still enjoy it.” He nodded and she ran her nail over his vein. She inhaled his scent, letting it rush over her before her tongue ran along the spot. She could feel the tension from within him and she didn't like it. She couldn’t change his mind, but she could ease it. So, she did something she hadn’t done before.

Her body landed on his, her core lining up with the semi-hardon he had going on. She closed her eyes as her teeth pierced the skin and the blood hit her tongue, the electric sparks shocking her. Without realizing it, she ground her body against his as she sucked, never thinking he would taste the way he did. A shiver raced over him, moaning at the feeling, and she nearly came undone as the blood touched her tongue, and by the sounds he made. Those electric currents that raced through her told her that this would a be drug she’d wanted all the time.

But she couldn’t stay here, not feeding on him. She wanted too though. So badly. She had to remind herself this was a one-time deal.

"Sweet f**k," he moaned, and she agreed with him. His hands held onto her hips as she rocked her body against his. She wasn't even sure what she was doing. Making this pleasurable for him? Helping her with the horniness that came from deep feeding? She didn't know. She just knew she didn’t want it to stop. And by the way he was holding onto her, he didn’t want it to stop either. The only thing that would make this so much better was if their clothes were off.

She drank down another mouthful before she finally pulled away, her tongue sealing up the wound, but her body didn't stop moving. It was chasing another high that she wasn't aware she was going after. So, she kept on rocking against him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Though, she didn't know why. Because she was using his body to feed hers? Using his body to seek her own pleasure? Or even sorry because that semi he was sporting turned into a rock-solid d**k and she so badly wanted to make him come in his pants like a f*****g teenager?

"Oh f**k," he growled as she pressed harder, her body shaking as she came. She closed her eyes, dropping her head on his shoulder, smirking as she felt the wetness through his pants. He came, probably didn’t think he would. She should feel bad, but she just didn’t.