Todos os capítulos de Bite me, Twice: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Two months later"I saw that," He said to her, and she blushed deeply at having been caught. He had ordered her never to make eye contact with another man, and only with Him when He had directed her to do so. This seemed a simple rule to follow; a fair display of her modesty. And it is not only that she looks, but how she looks. Her bedroom eyes, that she knows full well she uses to seduce man, much the way she had looked at Him the first time. The look that says "oh how I would love to fuck you, even if my lips do not declare it." What point was it for her to belong to Him, if in her mind she allowed herself to belong to anyone? Betrayal only begins in the mind, and for Him that is betrayal enough. But if she so chose to act like the whore of any man than He could treat her as such."Perhaps I have been selfish with you. You obviously desire to be a whore so completely that anyone should be able to take you," He said."No, Master. No," she pleaded, in h

Percival had just risen from his sleep. Despite of what lores spoke and said that vampires did and did not, they might have slept in coffins earlier but now, they did not. He rose with a slight sensation of fear that chilled him even more than usual. This was not something that happened to him every single evening that he woke up when the sun set down.The dusk comes as a promise of starlight, of those brilliant pearls of the nighttime that sit as if cushioned upon pure black velvet. Dusk comes to bring us moonlight, to the time of reflection upon the day passed and awaiting day to be renewed by the light of the sun. It is when the birds sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream under-wing. Each hue deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night.The trees are crazy silhouettes against a newly silver sky, its blue hue almost gone until dawn. Their branches sway in the wind, creaking into the gusting air. The first sound of the nocturnal animals comes, a

She could not keep her mind of the mysterious man at the party. She would swear that he was making eye contact with her purposely. Their eyes would meet across the crowded room and he would run his tongue along the tips of his fangs. A simple movement, and yet so very erotic. Still even now, she could feel his presence entering her very soul, enticing her, tempting her. Her blood was rushing through her body to her most sensitive areas. Her nipples and clit grew painfully hard, imagining him touching her.She had been standing on the balcony overlooking the garden. It was full of beautiful blood red roses. The smell of the flowers was drifting up as she savored the aroma. She imagined walking through the garden and her mystery man pushing her up against one of the stone pillars. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, kissing, nibbling, and biting her neck. She knew that anyone standing near could tell she was turned on. Her own musty scent was waving like flames through th

It was late in the afternoon when the ancient bus dropped the three girls at the market place. They loaded up with supplies for the party. Lots of bottled water. A couple of bottles of the strong local rum, to get them in the mood. Some fruit.All three were 18 years old, on their gap year before starting college. Mel was a tall blond, whose slender waist made her breasts look even bigger than they were. Her skin, after three months of sunbathing, was a deep brown. She had decided that the most important thing about her gap year was to enjoy herself. She had a boyfriend in England, but she was sure that he had no plans to stay celibate for the year. Nor did she.Her friend Angie was a tall black girl. Her strict, church-going parents had prevented her from seeing boys without a chaperone and she had been making up for lost time since leaving England. Her long legs and large breasts made sure that she had no lack of opportunity. Shelagh was a slim redhead with g

He moved easily, quickly in the shadows, black hair brushing his shoulders as he crept across the roof of the abandoned warehouse. The moon was full and the gathering would have been going on. He could feel the power of the old ones and even his old pack, the traitors, the false pretenders to the crown of all shifters. They couldn't feel him because he'd seen to it. With an easy grace, he leapt from one building to another, his body covering the alley below like some flying shadow. Around him stretched a boundless array of possible escapes, if he'd been in the mood to run. The old docks district, riverfront, held a plethora of abandoned buildings with warehouses and gutted factories lining the waterfront under the oppressive shadow of the Casino district, which laid just across the river. He glanced at the vampire haven and it's casinos with narrowed, amber eyes. They would have their day as well, but first, Ian and his pack would pay. There were more pressing matters immediately, h