From Prey to Precious

First Taste

Brian’s POV:

Timing is everything when a vampire needs to feed and yet remain hidden. You must know when that slight prick of pain from a bite will go unnoticed before the pleasure it can invoke takes over. It’s a technique that every vampire has had to perfect. If they don’t, they risk exposure and if there is even a hint that a mortal may have any idea that vampires are more than just fantasy, they are destroyed. You don’t get second chances with this.

Unfortunately, when it comes to Rachel, I only managed to remember this at the last possible second. I nearly buried my fangs in her neck at first, but she wasn’t ready for me yet. It was a very near thing that I remembered I needed to bring her to that edge before I could finally feed on her. Normally when I feed, beyond my thirst, nothing really affects me. I don’t feel any desire aside from needing to quench my thirst. But with Rachel, it’s a completely different story. Her scent, the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes, it is all just so overwhelming and the combination of them brings back feelings and yearnings that I left behind a long time ago.

The longer I held Rachel in my arms and her scent permeated my brain, the stronger both my thirst and my lust for her became. When everything began, all I could think of was plunging into her flesh in every way possible. But hearing her whimper and longing for my touch, I found myself wanting to bring her pleasure more than wanting to make sure that I was pleasured by her. The hunger was still there, and it wouldn’t be denied, but as Rachel began to whimper and writhe against me, I found myself wanting to make sure that she found her release.

But it had been a long time since I cared whether or not my blood source took any pleasure in my feeding off of them. I know that they say it’s “like riding a bike” but it was important to me that she enjoy the experience. So, I did the only thing I could think to do and once again read her thoughts. It was how I knew it was alright to push her against the wall, but not slam her into it or pin her hands above her head. It was how I knew when to lift her up so that she could get a little more of the friction that she wanted. I knew how she wanted me to play with her breasts, why her n****e piercing didn’t surprise me and how I knew that her bra’s clasp was in the front rather than in the back. It was also how I knew when she was about to fall over that blissful edge and it was then that I bared my fangs and drove them into the vein on her breast.

This was the moment I had been yearning for. To finally taste her sweet blood on my tongue as it poured into my mouth. It was beyond anything I could possibly explain. Her blood was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. As it filled my mouth and I took my first swallow, I could swear I felt it sizzle on my tongue. The taste of it was indescribable and I felt like I could drink it forever and still never tire of it’s ever changing flavor. As it coursed down my throat, I could feel the warmth of it spread out through my body, like imbibing a strong alcohol. But this was not the false warmth that alcohol can bestow, it was real. Just like the pounding of my heart. Normally I had to concentrate to get it to beat but now, it was beating rapidly, and I hadn’t even thought about it.

I almost forgot to keep moving my fingers against her so that she could continue to ride out her orgasm, I was so lost in the taste of her. But as I took my second mouthful from her, I felt her legs start to tremble as she gave a soft moan before her eyelids fluttered closed. I quickly withdrew my fangs from her flesh and gave her beautiful skin a final lick to close the wounds. There might still be bruising, but that could be easily be passed off as a love bite or a hickey.

I looked up at her face, trying to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were closed as her head lolled to the side and I felt her arms drop from my shoulders. If I couldn’t still hear her panting breath and see the rise and fall of those magnificent breasts, I would have feared the worst. Evidently the pleasure had been a little too much for her. I gave myself a small smirk as I easily lifted her from against the wall and laid her down on the chaise. As I laid her down, she seemed to be coming back to herself and evidently, she was still craving more of my attentions. Even as she lay there, she bit her bottom lip, making small mewling sounds and her hips began to move.

I couldn’t help but watch her for a few moments, wanting to make sure that she was fully awake before I touched her again. Her eyes fluttered open and she ran her fingers over the soft leather of the chaise trying to figure out what she was laying on. She then reached out her hand, straining to try and feel something to gage where she was in the room. I leaned forward a bit so that her fingers brushed against my chest.

“It’s alright. You came so hard you passed out, so I moved you to the couch,” I explained in a hushed tone.

She nodded a little as she continued to run her fingertips over my chest. It’s about then that I remember I’m not supposed to be able to see her and ask, “Are you alright? Do you want me to turn on the light?”

I watched with a slight smile as she shook her head and licked her lips but I waited in silence for her to answer me.

“I’m alright,” her voice still husky and full of dark promises, “and no, I don’t want you to turn on the light. Not just yet.”

I give a contented growl as I lean father over her, getting nearer to her face and those pretty lips of hers. “Not just yet? Still so eager?”

“For you?” she barely whispers, “always…”

I don’t even know how to respond to that. I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs and I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. I don’t know that she truly understands what she’s just said to me. But by the gods I plan to show her. 

As I knelt beside the chaise, frozen at her words, she sat up as she trailed her fingers down my chest and over my stomach. Once she found the hem of my shirt, she slowly began to lift it up over my head and unceremoniously discarded it onto the floor. She then leaned forward, letting her legs fall to either side of the chaise as she ran her hands over my chest and abdomen, as if she were trying to memorize the feel of my skin beneath her fingers. As her fingers trailed lower, she leaned towards me and started kissing my chest as her hands traveled lower in search of the top of my pants.

Rather than let her continue her exploration, I gently grabbed her wrists. “Just wait…” is all I can think to say to her as I gently push her backwards so that she is once again laying down on the chaise. I then bring her hands up to either side of the couch so she can feel the leather against her fingertips.

“Can you keep your hands right here for me?” I ask, my own voice much deeper and huskier than I intended it to be.

She nods again as she bites her bottom lip and I gently let go over her wrists and let my hands trail down the length of her arms, down her sides, over her hips and all the way down to her ankles. I gently lift up the cuff of her right pantleg so that I can unlace her boot and repeat the process on the other leg. Once I have both boots off, I run my hands up the side of her legs until I reach her waistband and hook my fingers through the beltloops. As I begin to pull down her pants with agonizing slowness, I lean over her and begin to give her light kisses across her stomach and lower abdomen.

Once I have her pants past her hips, she eagerly raises them up towards me, both in an invitation to continue the path of my kisses and to make it easier for me to remove her pants the rest of the way. As I slow the progression of my kisses on her skin, I look up at her face. She’s still holding onto the chaise with a white-knuckled grip and she is biting her lower lip, partially from frustration and partially to try to keep herself from begging me not to stop. I gave her one lingering kiss, just above her curls before moving over to her hip and gently dragging my lips over her skin as I pulled down her pants the rest of the way, making sure to take her socks off along with her pants.

Her arousal perfumed the air around us and the hunger that I thought I satiated just minutes before came roaring back with a vengeance. I breathed in her scent as I placed a gentle kiss on her opposite ankle and gently ran my lips up her leg. As I breathed over her opening, I easily lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders before grabbing her hips as she tried to bring them up to me. I couldn’t suppress the growl that clawed up my throat as I took a firmer hold on her hips. 

I laid feather light kisses on the insides of her thighs, progressively getting closer to the mount of her arousal. She tried to raise her hips up off of the chaise, trying to urge me towards her center, but I continued to tease her until I heard the leather creak from her grip on the top of the chaise. I held her hips in place as I gently ran my tongue between her slick folds. Gently teasing her and driving her closer to the edge with light flicks of my tongue over her most sensitive areas. I could feel her legs start to tremble on my shoulders as I felt her muscles tense as I continued savoring the taste of her.

“P..Please… oh gods… please Brian,” she whispered, her voice strained as she fought to keep her hands above her head and she continued to try to lift her hips up towards me.

“I love hearing you beg for me,” I growled before dipping my tongue deep inside of her pool of moisture and then closing my lips over her c**t and beginning to suck.

I heard Rachel gasp above me as I latched onto her and her thighs pressed on my ears as her muscles began to tighten. As I alternated between flicking her pink pearl with my tongue and giving it slow licks, I released one of her hips as I worked first one finger, then another, deep into her s*x. When I released her hip, Rachel immediately began pushing against me, working herself closer to climax against my tongue and hand.

Just as I began to feel her walls start to flutter against my fingers, I curled them inside of her, hitting that small bundle of nerves as I sucked hard on her bud. She thrust her hips up as she began to chant my name in supplication, and I growled as I worked my fingers deeper inside of her. The vibrations from my growl, coupled with my other attentions, sent her over the edge as I felt her release wash over my fingers and chin.

Just as she was beginning to slow her hips, I release my hold on her c**t and plunged my fangs deep into her thigh as I worked another finger inside of her wet core. I instantly felt her muscles contract as a second orgasm rocked her body and her sweet blood filled my mouth.

The taste of her desire mixed with her blood was almost more than I could bear as I let her ride out her orgasm while I fed on her. I knew that if I didn’t release her soon, she would pass out again and I wasn’t done with her just yet. So as difficult as it was for me, I withdrew my fangs and gave the wounds a lick of my tongue before repeating the gesture over her wet and sensitive lips.

I felt her whole-body shudder as I slowly withdrew my fingers that were sheathed inside of her and I couldn’t hold back a satisfied growl at her reaction. I gently moved her thighs from my shoulders, placing her feet back on the floor and leaving her spread wide for me as I crawled my way up her body. She was still panting from exertion when I leaned over her and captured her mouth with mine.

The moment our lips touched she released her grip on the top of the chaise and tangled her fingers in my hair, holding my mouth to hers as we fought for dominance. As I continued to plunder her mouth with my tongue, she released her grip on my hair and ran her hands down my chest and over my stomach. She broke the kiss as she leaned forward, resting her head against my shoulder as she stretched to find the waistband of my pants.

“Can’t wait…. Can’t wait anymore,” she panted as with shaking hands she undid the button and strained to reach the zipper. 

I curved my back, bringing my groin closer to her reaching grasp, giving her easier access to my fly. She unclasped the button and I assumed that she would be pulling down my zipper, but she had stopped. As I looked down on at her with a confused expression on my face, that was completely lost on her in the dark. She had sat up fully and gently put her hand on my hip and skated her fingers over my pants until she reached my boots. It was then that I realized she was trying to untie the laces by feel alone and between the darkness and her shaking hands she was having a tough time of it. She let out a short growl of frustration when she couldn’t undo the knot and I decided to have pity on her.

I gave a soft chuckle as I lifted my foot up and placed in on the chaise, so she didn’t have to bend down in such an awkward position. Then I gently took her hand and directed her to the zipper on the inside of the boot. Once she realized that they had a zipper and she didn’t have to fight with the laces, she quickly pulled down the zipper and roughly pulled my foot from the boot. As soon as my now sock clad sole touched the floor, she was pulling impatiently at my other pant leg to repeat the procedure.

She nearly threw me to the floor, along with my discarded boot when she ripped my other foot out of the boot, and I couldn’t help but smile at her aggressive behavior. As soon as my foot touched the ground, she reached out to find my waistband again. While she was struggling to find my zipper, I ran my fingers through her hair, letting my nails gently scratch her scalp. As I looked down at her, I couldn’t help but smile and be thankful that she had already taken off my shirt. In her current state, I’m sure she would have just gotten frustrated and ripped it off of me. Not that I would have minded. 

I heard the hiss of my zipper and I let my hands fall away from her hair. I don't trust myself not to try and guide those pretty lips towards me. The mental image alone is enough to make my c**k twitch and spring out of my pants.

 Rachel brought her face to my abdomen, laying kisses and small bites with her blunt teeth as she opened my pants and tugged them sharply over my hips before pushing them down to the floor. As I stepped out of my pants, her busy hand trailed over hips and upper thighs in an effort to make sure that there was no more cloth barring her path.

As I stepped out of my pants, I gently grabbed one of her wrists and guided her eager hands towards my rock-hard member. When she wrapped her fingers around me, I couldn’t bite back my moan of pleasure as my head fell backwards.

I looked down at her and gently ran both of my hands through her hair. My voice was a deep, rumbling growl as I spoke to her, “Now that you have me right where you want me, what is it you plan on doing with me?”

That wicked look was back in her eyes as she looked up towards the sound of my voice. I saw her bite her bottom lip for a moment before focusing her attention elsewhere.

“I don’t have you just where I want you. Not yet anyway…”